<?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-4708479630401382234</id><updated>2011-08-24T08:02:35.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moo.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-3947745269245040754</id><published>2010-11-26T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:24:55.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa Wishlist 2010</title><content type='html'>Hi Secret Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is in order from most wanted to least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it were ever possible that you would like to be very verryyy veryyy generous, I really want these boots! --- &lt;a href="http://www.hookedonvintage.com/home/hov/page_5314_14/vintage_1980s_rich_taupe_leather_dress_boots_by_ni.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charlotte Russe boots, in the color TAUPE, size 6 --- &lt;a href="http://www.charlotterusse.com/product/index.jsp?productId=4089672&amp;amp;cp=4238904.10965636.10955514"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; (The color is not listed here. They have these boots at the Charlotte Russe in Main Place Mall!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kimchi Blue Suede T-strap Heel, Color Black, Size 6 --- &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=17810813&amp;amp;parentid=SALE_W_SHOES&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority&amp;amp;navCount=81&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=SALE_W_SHOES&amp;amp;popId=SALE_W&amp;amp;prepushId=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize="&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satin &amp;amp; Lace Heart Clutch --- &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category_name=acc&amp;amp;product_id=1084951412&amp;amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Bunnies Ring Holder, White --- &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=18407635&amp;amp;parentid=A_DEC_JEWELRYBOX&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,&amp;amp;navCount=720&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=A_DEC_JEWELRYBOX&amp;amp;popId=A_DECORATE&amp;amp;prepushId=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize="&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sara Bareilles, One Republic, Maroon 5 CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gift card: Forever 21, Urban Outfitters, H&amp;amp;M, Visa gift card, Amazon, Ikea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-3947745269245040754?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/3947745269245040754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-santa-wishlist-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/3947745269245040754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/3947745269245040754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-santa-wishlist-2010.html' title='Secret Santa Wishlist 2010'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-5068943119943549431</id><published>2009-12-19T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:19:15.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because the photo option only lets me put 10 pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was way too much fun and I'll be honest, I was laughing most of the time because of Michelle. I woke up at 11 today, and just like every morning, it's so cold and I just like to lay in bed forever. I went to go visit Santiago teachers with Jonathan. We visited ASB &amp;amp; then we visited Wert. That lasted until 2. I went to Hooters with Tina for some wings. Before we left, I was thinking about how I have to take pictures and all when we were there, but I totally forgot! I'm still going with you Tiff! Tina must've really craved wings because she ate all of her 10 wings when we usually split 10 wings together. I got home to only chill for a bit and then I headed to Santiago to be the driver for ASB's Progressive Dinner. It's crazy how the year has gone by. The other drivers were friends, Thuy, Tracy, James, Tiff, Danilo, and friends that came along were Michelle and Jonathan. :) At the first house, we stayed outside and played Ninja. The next house, most of them went to get some McDonald's. Boy was Michelle right when she said the sweet tea is the shit. Thuy has the tendency to offer me or anyone food, so I ate her fries. Haha. The next house, we didn't do much. Then we went off to Mrs. Garcia's. Guess who came first?!?!?! &amp;gt;:D I have the mentality to say that I don't like competing, but in my head, I really am. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex-ASBers went to a shopping area, where we hit Target, Toys R Us, GameStop, and TJ Max. Boy was it a blast. So many laughs and what not. My feet were dying by TJ Max and on the way back to the car, James pushed me in a shopping cart. :) The shoes are love, but they always feel like they're going to slip off that's why it's my first time attempting to wear them after almost a year! My secret santa got me them last year and I love love love them, but it isn't reasonable to wear them. We came back and ASB was about finish. For a girl who doesn't want to speed and doesn't like racing, boy was I wrong about that. Tracy was falling behind me merging when I was and what not and when we hit the merge from one freeway to another, the car in front of me was slow so I changed lanes to then notice that the lane was going to a different freeway so I cut the slow car. I apologized to Tracy. I'm so deeply sorry! She said she merged safely. It was quite a thrill racing with Thuy and James. I felt sorry for the ASB kids in my car! They weren't expecting it. One of them said I'm one fierce driver. X: Dropped the kids home and didn't do much from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Mr. Wert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First House. Girls &amp;amp; 09ers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO RELAX massage. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More girlies; Bus safety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the dark alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bums on the curb. That's my white car :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASB Alumni! '05, '08, '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooling around in Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff busted this bike out of nowhere; Michelle needed ice packs after I hit her face when playing Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan &amp;amp; Danilo lifting weights; Michelle jammin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who knows who's heads have been in those?" "LICE!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the restroom taking pictures, how girly of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls with extensions. ; This one is my favorite shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break28-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break28-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already on the bikes at Toys R Us. Girls &amp;amp; Danilo LOL; The boys and their teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break35-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break35-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is so silly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break37-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/break37-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuy, the Russian; yes, that's me in the cart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I find it so crazy that my friends' siblings and my brother are the same ages as each other. Tiff's brother, Jonathan's sister, James' brother, Thuy's sister, Tracy's sister, and so forth. It's like our parents got together and planned this.&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/4708479630401382234-5068943119943549431?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5068943119943549431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-photo-option-only-lets-me-put.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5068943119943549431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5068943119943549431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-photo-option-only-lets-me-put.html' title='Because the photo option only lets me put 10 pictures'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4058750684754503997</id><published>2009-12-09T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:35:45.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell.</title><content type='html'>Farewell dear blogspot! You were just a phase! I have moved onto tumblr and will only be using you to reading people's blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4058750684754503997?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4058750684754503997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4058750684754503997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4058750684754503997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell.html' title='Farewell.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-7276799802187765368</id><published>2009-12-07T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:39:04.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Weather</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since it has last rained. I can't recall when it really did last rain. I dislike the rain and I hate winter weather because buying more coats and clothes and what not to keep warm really really really REALLY sucks. I prefer Cali fall weather. :) I should be studying for finals, but as usual, I don't know how to motivate myself to do so. What I know is what I know now is how I see it as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the urge to completely change to tumblr. Blogspot, I'm disliking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-7276799802187765368?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7276799802187765368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7276799802187765368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7276799802187765368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-weather.html' title='Winter Weather'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-7047420308563912514</id><published>2009-12-05T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:56:20.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson</title><content type='html'>Give me until Friday and I'll definitely have something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-7047420308563912514?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7047420308563912514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/way-i-am-ingrid-michaelson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7047420308563912514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7047420308563912514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/way-i-am-ingrid-michaelson.html' title='The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6819770513645343167</id><published>2009-12-04T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:13:11.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days.</title><content type='html'>And I thought I had it good today. Guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6819770513645343167?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6819770513645343167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6819770513645343167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6819770513645343167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-days.html' title='6 Days.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6425063372271693298</id><published>2009-12-04T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:59:35.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q. how was your day cutie !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. lol! you're so silly lily! no one cares for me so they don't ask me anything ): it's been better. i'm getting through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q. wats better, strawberry or orange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.oranges! strawberries aren't that sweet :| but i hate peeling oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;         Q. hows life in san diego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;could be better. i love the environment, but i don't think san diego has what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6425063372271693298?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6425063372271693298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/q.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6425063372271693298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6425063372271693298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/q.html' title='Q&amp;A'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-698038668824914953</id><published>2009-12-03T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:51:18.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I converted.</title><content type='html'>But I'll still be here.&lt;br /&gt;Myspace. Facebook. Twitter. Blogspot. Tumblr. What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christineta.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://christineta.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-698038668824914953?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/698038668824914953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-converted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/698038668824914953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/698038668824914953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-converted.html' title='I converted.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-717355457165073304</id><published>2009-12-03T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:30:14.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to make something of myself and no one is going to stop me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-717355457165073304?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/717355457165073304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-going-to-make-something-of-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/717355457165073304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/717355457165073304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-going-to-make-something-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-7945562084329046244</id><published>2009-12-02T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:17:24.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unhappiness really shoots you in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Karen&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-7945562084329046244?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7945562084329046244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/unhappiness-really-shoots-you-in-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7945562084329046244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7945562084329046244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/unhappiness-really-shoots-you-in-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6740526127262688571</id><published>2009-12-01T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:40:00.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Count: 3 Days.</title><content type='html'>Let me be more straight forward about this because hiding emotions and feelings isn't the way to go. I'm unhappy. It's not the first time. I'm not provided with enough financial aid and it kills to take out loans. I don't have money to spend on anything. I don't want to burden my parents. It scares me to think about what I want to do for the rest of my life and everyone tells me that I still have time, but I'm still scared. I feel like being here is pointless. I can't motivate myself. I waste the days away doing random stuff on my laptop. I wish I was motivated to focus more on school stuff. I'm loud and I'm too serious. I can't just relax. I am overly jealous and it tears me apart. I think to seriously about relationships. I can't bear the thought of seeing someone leave me when it has already happened to me before. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm unhappy with my life.&lt;/span&gt; Counting the days of being unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6740526127262688571?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6740526127262688571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-count-3-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6740526127262688571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6740526127262688571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-count-3-days.html' title='In Count: 3 Days.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-2487094777627896380</id><published>2009-12-01T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:14:05.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine to One</title><content type='html'>Nine things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a very unproductive girl that doesn't know how to motivate herself in school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping was a disease for me, but I'm easing down.&lt;br /&gt;3. My body has had a very weak immune system since summer.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love good morning texts, but I have the tendency to not respond back.&lt;br /&gt;6. Buying my Canon DSLR was one of the best decisions I've ever made.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm a very loud girl when I get comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;8. I think way too much about life and the future.&lt;br /&gt;9. I dislike winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight ways to win my heart.&lt;br /&gt;1. Caring&lt;br /&gt;2. Little gestures that keep me hooked.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nicely dressed&lt;br /&gt;4. Knows how to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;5. Good morning texts&lt;br /&gt;6. Showing me the real person they are&lt;br /&gt;7. Isn't afraid to take silly pictures with me&lt;br /&gt;8. Doing things for me they don't like, but because it's for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that cross my mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;1. School&lt;br /&gt;2. Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Homework&lt;br /&gt;5. What I have to do before the day ends&lt;br /&gt;6. Food&lt;br /&gt;7. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six things I do before I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;1. Take off my contacts&lt;br /&gt;2. Set my alarm&lt;br /&gt;3. Lay and think&lt;br /&gt;4. Wash my face and what not&lt;br /&gt;5. Turn off my laptop&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean up the desk a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people who mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;1. Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;2. Grandma&lt;br /&gt;3. Dad&lt;br /&gt;4. Mom&lt;br /&gt;5. Marco Gutierrez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things you’re wearing right now.&lt;br /&gt;1. V-neck&lt;br /&gt;2. Cow boxers&lt;br /&gt;3. Bra&lt;br /&gt;4. Panties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three bands/singers that you listen to often. (not necessarily your favorites)&lt;br /&gt;1. Glee Cast&lt;br /&gt;2. John Legend&lt;br /&gt;3. Gabe Bondoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel the whole world with someone I love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sky diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One confession.&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not so happy with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-2487094777627896380?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/2487094777627896380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/nine-to-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/2487094777627896380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/2487094777627896380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/12/nine-to-one.html' title='Nine to One'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-8674052338024623720</id><published>2009-11-30T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:40:31.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa Friends</title><content type='html'>1. Paid Vacation to Hawaii for Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.target.com/Mossimo-Valera-Peep-Toe-Pumps-Black/dp/B001FSBOXS/ref=br_1_39?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;searchNodeID=13621961&amp;amp;node=13621961&amp;amp;searchRank=pmrank&amp;amp;searchPage=2&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;id=Mossimo%20Valera%20Peep-Toe%20Pumps%20Black"&gt;Mossimo Valera Peep-Toe Pumps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Size 6)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;id=16842528&amp;amp;parentid=W_SHOES_BOOTS&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&amp;amp;navCount=45&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=004&amp;amp;popId=WOMENS_SHOES&amp;amp;pushId=W_SHOES_BOOTS&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;Urban Outfitters Kimchi Blue Suede Boots&lt;/a&gt; (Color: Surplus Slate, Size 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "&lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=16416794&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS&amp;amp;color=05"&gt;Loud and Clear" Get the Hint Stickies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=16960726&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS&amp;amp;color=000"&gt;Talking Bubble Stickies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://img.walgreens.com/dbimagecache/04319418081_450x450_a.jpg"&gt;Large bobby pins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 and/or #3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture if it helps. Of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/45599853.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1259650570&amp;amp;Signature=5%2BwNrC4IRjGjpsqKceR0dEAYbOE%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 100px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/45599853.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1259650570&amp;amp;Signature=5%2BwNrC4IRjGjpsqKceR0dEAYbOE%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-8674052338024623720?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/8674052338024623720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret-santa-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8674052338024623720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8674052338024623720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret-santa-friends.html' title='Secret Santa Friends'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-8956592343297578446</id><published>2009-11-30T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:24:30.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa Suite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTqE2qYwsI/AAAAAAAAACU/OEwMoztgqAw/s1600/68167222-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTqE2qYwsI/AAAAAAAAACU/OEwMoztgqAw/s1600/68167222-03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SxSizPmCZ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/QH-B0me5SwI/s1600/62594035-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SxSizPmCZ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/QH-B0me5SwI/s200/62594035-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410128053621909442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTpsBv95nI/AAAAAAAAACE/05QhgrHUOyU/s1600/70654084-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTpsBv95nI/AAAAAAAAACE/05QhgrHUOyU/s1600/70654084-04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SxSi6cw07nI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ad6_n7P8CoM/s1600/70420723-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SxSi6cw07nI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ad6_n7P8CoM/s200/70420723-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410128177415908978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60950446-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 133px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60950446-03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever 21 - Size Small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I need blush w/ a brush!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need this anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Mossimo-Black-Fleece-Cocoon-Cardigan/dp/B002Q74CRW/ref=br_1_80?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;searchNodeID=13848881&amp;amp;node=13848881&amp;amp;searchRank=salesrank&amp;amp;searchPage=3&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;id=Mossimo%20Black%20Fleece%20Cocoon%20Cardigan"&gt;Target Cardigan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.target.com/Mossimo-Valera-Peep-Toe-Pumps-Black/dp/B001FSBOXS/ref=br_1_39?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;searchNodeID=13621961&amp;amp;node=13621961&amp;amp;searchRank=pmrank&amp;amp;searchPage=2&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;id=Mossimo%20Valera%20Peep-Toe%20Pumps%20Black"&gt;Mossimo Valera Peep-Toe Pumps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Size 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy me the plaid shirt! My other secret santa got me it.&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/4708479630401382234-8956592343297578446?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/8956592343297578446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret-santa-suite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8956592343297578446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8956592343297578446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret-santa-suite.html' title='Secret Santa Suite'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTqE2qYwsI/AAAAAAAAACU/OEwMoztgqAw/s72-c/68167222-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-9206141625974858630</id><published>2009-11-30T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:38:42.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good &amp; Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>GOOD LUCK - Adding a spot on to each discussion time for my writing class and being able to get the spot I wanted. I end Fridays at 10am!&lt;br /&gt;BAD LUCK - Forgetting Secret Santa papers, my conditioner, and Social Security card&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK - Tiff being a lifesaver by stopping by my house for my card&lt;br /&gt;BAD LUCK - Lost my writing book at the bus stop &amp;amp; coming back not to see it there.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK - Lee's friend found it and I'm getting it back Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bad luck/good luck thing makes my head hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-9206141625974858630?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/9206141625974858630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-bad-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/9206141625974858630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/9206141625974858630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-bad-luck.html' title='Good &amp; Bad Luck'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-370109132832841994</id><published>2009-11-29T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:49:37.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break Pt. 4</title><content type='html'>One of the more lazier days compared to the past few days. I was only up during the afternoon to post about Thanksgiving with the friends. I slept until 5:45pm. Got ready and for the first time in awhile, Marco was ready before I was. Picked him up, got some gas, then went to Boomers in Irvine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't bet on anything which was a good thing because I sucked. First hole really killed me already. haha We grabbed some tacos and horchata and the taqueria near by my house and ate it at my house while watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was a rough night, but you deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my boyfriend is quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mgb5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like this picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of spending tomorrow at Barnes and Noble. Some time to myself. I want to spend time with friends, but I really need the time to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-370109132832841994?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/370109132832841994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-break-pt-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/370109132832841994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/370109132832841994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-break-pt-4.html' title='Thanksgiving Break Pt. 4'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-498970023980712275</id><published>2009-11-28T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:31:19.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>Time seems to be going by so fast because December is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told a lot of people that asked if I was going to Black Friday shopping that I wasn't going to go, but I ended up checking it out with my dad. Really, it just seems like an excuse for people to shop. Forever 21 was such a bust and didn't have any deals really unless you were there waiting in line for a chance to win a gift card. I did end up buying a dress for only 8 dollars, but that's because it was on the sales rack. Foreign Exchange always has a big sale for Thanksgiving weekend. 45% of the whole store. 25% off sale items. What sucks about their clothes is that it looks cute when it's not tried on. The fitting is weird. I tried on a couple pieces and ended up getting one skirt in the end. 15 dollars, originally 24. They were also giving a free scarf with every purchase. I bought a few things at Charlotte Russe and had some food with my dad. We stopped by Dollar Tree because I was still thinking of decorating, but didn't find anything I wanted. I ended up just buying green tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I got ready to go out again and watch New Moon with Tiffany and Thuy. I'm not a Twilight fan and I'm one of those girls that will watch it just for Taylor Lautner. *drools* Movie was better than the first one and they showed so many good trailers. (: The movie was over at 5 and I headed home to prep. My brother helped me set the tables and what not. I made fried chicken with my mom at around 6. I'd get texts that they can't make it or someone is going to be late something like that and that reminded me why I stopped planning these things in the first place. Because I hate the feeling of being let down. There was a lower turn out this year, but there was plenty of laughs and good memories. We didn't start dinner until an hour later as usual. Friends stayed until 1am. Cleaning up everything afterwards. It was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have definite plans today, but I'm thinking of miniature golf later. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip showing off the apple cider; Long &amp;amp; a lot of peace signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole having a good time. ; Lily and Judy on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuy eating her shrimp roll. ; Jonathan digging in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys digging in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their face expressions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses and same poses?? ; I thought this was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuteee ; Apple pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends ; Michelle had too much food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter looks smart. ; Michelle: "So what would you like son for Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal &amp;amp; funny shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellas. They suck at funny shots. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls. We're just naturals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's shot just as a comparison. Bigger turn out ): ; The girls sat on the couch like when they show the cast of Gossip Girl or something. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter's a pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game: Hot Seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf32.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the rest of the banana cream pie; Lily Au!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf35.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: After &amp;amp; Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf37.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QTs ; Marco's new boyfriend, Memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing session. ; See what technology has done to us????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgf40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter's drawings of Michelle &amp;amp; Chau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a fragile heart. Please don't break it.&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/4708479630401382234-498970023980712275?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/498970023980712275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-break-pt-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/498970023980712275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/498970023980712275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-break-pt-3.html' title='Thanksgiving Break Pt. 3'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-791080460324033820</id><published>2009-11-26T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:26:42.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 10 or 11 today. We weren't celebrating until 3 so I took a shower and committed myself to clean the living room. I threw the random stuff that was in the living room into other places, I moved the furniture around (with the help of my brother), I swept the floors so many times (probably have to do that again tomorrow), and I mopped the floors. I should have taken a before and after picture. After cleaning the room, I was motivated to clean the other living room also, but once I came back from the Thanksgiving celebration, that motivation went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually we'd have almost the whole family from my mom's side celebrate Thanksgiving. Or so I remembered. But this time, not even my mom was there. Haha. I went with my brother at 2pm just because he was hoping there was going to be food there already. Turns out that they were cooking everything at my cousin's place so they didn't bring the food over until 3. Stupid me forgot the battery to my camera so we went back home to grab that. I don't think my family is that big honestly. Two of my uncles and their families didn't come. One of their family is huugeee so it would make sense to have their own thing. And the other celebrated Thanksgiving on the other side of the family. Plus, I have another uncle that's in Vietnam. Thanksgiving seemed different with it being all traditional. Come on, one year we had Mexican food. Haha. The food was definitely delicious. We had a 20lb turkey, ham, mac n cheese, mashed potatoes, corn, stuffing, and I believe that's it. I came home to doing random stuff and knocking out until 10ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa did the honor to cut the turkey. But that was just for show. In the end, my cousin cutted the turkey for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin gave a leg to my nephew. His grandma, my aunt, is so funny in the background. Because I'm usually taking pictures, my cousin Kimmy gave it a go and got a shot of me. Weird poseee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle David with his Nikon camera. He so dissed me and my camera! Saying that it looks like a toy. Haha. He also says that "professionals use Nikons". My uncles are into Nikons, but I have a cousin who's a PROFESSIONAL photographer that uses a Canon. She's the one that recommended me all the gadgets to my DSLR. ; My grandma handling the meat. She's really good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rait (I think that's how you spell his name) is so cute! He was so obedient. ; My little cousins out in the dead looking backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew is so good playing the piano and isn't afraid to perform compared to my little cousin Alan who's "shy like his dad", says his dad. ; Kimmy struggling to get the jello out of the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum! Needs more sugar though :p ; Forced my grandparents to take a picture with me. :) Love them to death. They just think I'm a silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and Pier :) So cute ; Last night shot of my cat when I opened the door, she was just sitting there on the bed like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgt17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Pier is around the house, Kitty is so scared. ; Kitty and Sparkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I'm celebrating Thanksgiving with my friends and I always get super excited because I know tomorrow is going to be full of laughs and memories. I'm in a dilemma of whether I want to decorate or not and there isn't really much to decorate. I still have until tomorrow to decide. I also decided to check out the Black Friday sales with my dad and probably grab a few things. We'll see how everything turns out. I hope time goes by fast until night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to write my Christmas wishlist!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-791080460324033820?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/791080460324033820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-break-pt-1_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/791080460324033820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/791080460324033820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-break-pt-1_26.html' title='Thanksgiving Break Pt. 2'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6823007666336081329</id><published>2009-11-26T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:35:11.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving Break has started! I was done with classes by Tuesday morning, but I had Chemistry homework that was due by 11:59pm so I spend the rest of my day doing that. I was also deciding on my schedule. Right now it isn't so bad at all, but I'm waiting on a spot to open so I can snatch it as soon as possible. I'm aiming for being done with classes on Fridays by 10am. No free days off like this quarter (Tuesdays &amp;amp; Thursdays), but I have pretty laid back days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to OC Tuesday night and after finishing Chemistry homework, I hung out with James. We grabbed some food at Wendy's and sat in the car to eat and talk. I came home to a bad case of hives, all over my stomach area. I got that again when I came home tonight. It's right when I hit the house I get it for some reason. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 7:20 to go visit the old man, Wert with Tracy and Michelle. We stayed there until 11am. D: I got to visit Wert, a teacher I TAed for, my old Spanish teacher, my US History teacher, and my ASB advisor. When I came home, I laid around. Then I hung out with the boyfriend for awhile until I took him to Santiago for wrestling practice. I came home to eat and knock out again. I was thinking of cleaning the living room, but I never got to that. I woke up to make a decision of whether I wanted to go to a potluck that I was invited to. I ended up going and had a great time. :) It was nice catching up with friends who I don't usually hang out with. I came to James' house to see him all dressed up. Turns out it was a semi-formal attire potluck and I didn't get the memo. So I quickly came back home and my cousin lent me one of her dresses. James and a couple of others made delicious apple pie, pumpkin pie, and lots of red velvet cupcakes. I had a plate full of food, but having such a small stomach, I barely ate any of it. I always force myself to eat dessert though, because it's the best part (my opinion at least)! Banana cream pie was so delicious! I'm excited to have that again on Friday with the friends. The apple pie they made was also delicious also. It was the first time I had pumpkin pie and stuffing. I do not like either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we decided on watching a movie and I was up for some que pictures again. We didn't tell the guys and ended up surprising them with our little scheme. It was the first time they did it so it was different for them. We watched The Blind Side. It was a really good movie. Then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now "seniors" and "junior", they'll always be my ex-juniors! ; I haven't seen these guys so put together in awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun to take shots of Judy. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian's birthday is today and she fell for getting caked! ; Judy&amp;amp;I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute girls! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tgw10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silly cue pictures we took ; Heading to the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took pictures with a disposable camera that my cousin gave to me to waste so hopefully I get those developed soon! And I've been thinking about it. I've been rocking the same hairstyle for awhile because I despise my hair down. So it's a habit to just tie it up. Waiting impatiently for it to grow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just Wednesday! I'm celebrating Thanksgiving with my family Thursday and cleaning the house. I might go shopping Friday morning/afternoon. Celebrating Thanksgiving with the friends on Friday. Then I have the weekend to think of what to do. Probably hanging out with the boyfriend and make time to hang out with other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing to mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;- My family. Even though I'm not the closest to them, I am happy to have one. I have caring parents and silly brothers.&lt;br /&gt;- My friends. It seems like such a broad term. I am so thankful for my close group of friends because they make my gray skies turn to blue. They are my life and without them I wouldn't be the person I am. That sounds sort of over the top, but it's true. Planning things couldn't be any greater and I am thankful that they are grateful for having me make these things work!&lt;br /&gt;- My boyfriend. Three years of dealing with a girl of me is kind of crazy, but he's seen all sides of me and is the best I could ever have. I love him so much and it seems like the relationship is only getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;- Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6823007666336081329?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6823007666336081329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-break-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6823007666336081329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6823007666336081329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-break-pt-1.html' title='Thanksgiving Break Pt. 1'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-186910690742049217</id><published>2009-11-25T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:06:17.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals This Thanksgiving Break</title><content type='html'>1. Clean the living room and any other part of the house I feel like.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish ALEKS by Monday&lt;br /&gt;3. Study for Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish Math homework&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoy hanging out with friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-186910690742049217?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/186910690742049217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/goals-this-thanksgiving-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/186910690742049217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/186910690742049217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/goals-this-thanksgiving-break.html' title='Goals This Thanksgiving Break'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6668586141119101188</id><published>2009-11-23T00:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:39:20.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Vacation.</title><content type='html'>Debated whether I wanted to come home over the weekend or not because I'd be heading back home again Tuesday night anyways (Thanksgiving weekend). I ended up going home because of the Selena Gomez concert that was on Saturday that I was going to with Peter. Plus I wanted to see my boyfriend. My mom picked me up around 7ish and I got home around 8ish. I left the house around 9:30 to hang out with Tina and Jonathan. We decided on getting cue pictures done, grabbing some Tastea, and catching up on life. It turns out my mom has been using my car and left the gas tank pretty low. ): So we made a stop at the bank and gas station after getting pictures and some boba. I couldn't decide on avocado smoothie or taro smoothie (I've never had, but after I tried some of Tracy's drink, I wanted to try some taro myself). I ended up getting an avocado smoothie. Something I get all the time. We talked in the car a bit and then went to Jonathan's to just talk. Tina and I stayed until 1AM. I dropped her off and hung out with Marco from then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cue Pictures that we took. :) The place takes dollars now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some group shots. The second oen I wanted to be more creative in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tastea waiting for our drinks. My hair is all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/fr6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina &amp;amp; Jonathan looking at the pictures ; Jonathan having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pfani1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pfani1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pfani2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pfani2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I used the continuous shot function in my camera and we had some fun trying to get a new pose every shot. Kind of failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grabbed some Carl's Jr. for the family at noon on Saturday and then left with Peter at 1 to the concert at the House of Blues in Downtown Disney. We made a new friend. So young, her name was Vanessa and she was only 15 or 16. Makes me realize what age I really am now. 18. The concert wasn't that great. Selena only performed for an hour. There were a lot of kiddies and parents protecting them. Usually when I go to a concert, I'm able to make my way through to the front, but everyone is standing in place all the time and the parents are bitches. There was a family in front of us and when the concert started, I managed to squeeze in front of them. They probably thought I was harmless because I'm a small little girl and they probably thought I was like any other Selena Gomez fan eager to see her. Peter and Jonathan got stuck behind the family still. When a lady left next to the family, the mother moved and the guys moved forward. The father was being mean and kept telling Peter that Peter stole his spot. @__@ This band called Allstar performed at House of Blues also. Cute boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sg1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallest to shortest. Haha ; One of the guys from the band. Cutie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I slept in until 11 and hung out with my dad. We had McDonald's and went to Target to buy a few things. I did my crapload of laundry and went to Costco with my brother to develop pictures. Costco samples are the best! I loved the multi-grain bread. That was delicious. Parking was ridiculous and the lines at the cashier were so long. It reminded me of childhood memories because my family would go to Costco all the time. We bought some food and left. I picked up Marco and hung out with him until I left for San Diego with Becky and Kim. I dyed my cousin's hair as Marco rearranged his 50 set color pencils by color. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going back home and I wish I had more time to be able to hang out with every single one of my friends. It seems so soon that I had just texted and asked everyone about what they wanted to bring to the potluck THIS FRIDAY. I'm very much excited to catch up with friends, have good laughs, and be super loud. I'm also excited to visit the Wert and Mrs. Garcia on Wednesday! Too bad the following week is hell week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out clothes, shoes, and accessories from home to sell online. I picked out 18 pairs of shoes, 6 skirts, 6 dresses, 3 outerwear, lots of tops, and a couple of accessories. I'm also cutting my earring collection in half also! And what's even more shocking is that I still have a ton of shoes, earrings, skirts, and what not. Wowzers. I hope they all sell online, my last resort is Buffalo Exchange. I'm definitely ready for a new change in my wardrobe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6668586141119101188?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6668586141119101188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-vacation.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6668586141119101188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6668586141119101188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-vacation.html' title='Weekend Vacation.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-592336422462087590</id><published>2009-11-18T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:09:14.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas List</title><content type='html'>Here's just some things I'll be putting on my Secret Santa lists. :) I was looking into Lomography and it's fascinating, but it hasn't fascinated to the point where I wanna experiment and what not. So this is not on my list. I was also thinking about the camera lens I have been wanting. I put some great thought into it and figured I don't need a zoom lens. My 50mm f/1.8 takes pretty amazing shots already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTmsQts25I/AAAAAAAAAB0/faZI_VUsnWQ/s1600/dianaf-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTmsQts25I/AAAAAAAAAB0/faZI_VUsnWQ/s200/dianaf-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699100826721170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Paid trip vacation for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hawaii &lt;/span&gt;(for two :D) I wish.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urban Outfitters Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16842528_004_b?$richdetail$"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 178px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16842528_004_b?$richdetail$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mossimo Valera Peep-Toe Pumps&lt;/span&gt;; They're gorgeous and something that I've been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41fRcUwU%2B8L._AA260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41fRcUwU%2B8L._AA260_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plain brown leather heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwToyNG_VuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/00huL9V1uNA/s1600/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwToyNG_VuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/00huL9V1uNA/s200/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405701401961518818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;External hard drive&lt;/span&gt;; I really need one of these! It'd be so convenient if I always had my pictures from the past with me. They're all on my brother's external hard drive and my computer.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victoria's Secret strapless bra&lt;/span&gt;; The one I have now sucks.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acid wash jeans or torn jeans&lt;/span&gt;; I've been really into these kind of jeans, but I don't own any. I'll probably end up buying them myself. All the jeans I have are dark wash and I have some throw on jeans also.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweaters and cardigans&lt;/span&gt;; Because I can't get myself to spend more than 12+ dollars on a cardigan. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTpsBv95nI/AAAAAAAAACE/05QhgrHUOyU/s1600/70654084-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTpsBv95nI/AAAAAAAAACE/05QhgrHUOyU/s200/70654084-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405702395344578162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plaid laid-back flannels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTqE2qYwsI/AAAAAAAAACU/OEwMoztgqAw/s1600/68167222-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTqE2qYwsI/AAAAAAAAACU/OEwMoztgqAw/s200/68167222-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405702821865112258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTqBXsoagI/AAAAAAAAACM/b3cfVbR9K90/s1600/plaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTqBXsoagI/AAAAAAAAACM/b3cfVbR9K90/s200/plaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405702762013420034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of the things that I want are shoes. Shows how much I have a fetish for shoes. I haven't even started my list for both Secret Santa's because I've really been thinking what I want. Originally, I didn't want anything clothing or shoes or accessories, but it came down to it because I couldn't think of anything else I really need or want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked 12 items of clothes that I have in SD to sell. Some were hard to let go. ): I also picked 15 earrings to sell and other accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&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/4708479630401382234-592336422462087590?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/592336422462087590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-christmas-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/592336422462087590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/592336422462087590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-christmas-list.html' title='My Christmas List'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwTmsQts25I/AAAAAAAAAB0/faZI_VUsnWQ/s72-c/dianaf-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-5516859168241212416</id><published>2009-11-17T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:01:57.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwMBKW335II/AAAAAAAAABs/8Lg4_7y7v2w/s1600/tumblr_krf7931RQB1qzo9kbo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwMBKW335II/AAAAAAAAABs/8Lg4_7y7v2w/s400/tumblr_krf7931RQB1qzo9kbo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405165255224976514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwMAfMdLOdI/AAAAAAAAABc/HtVASAwHaMw/s1600/tumblr_ks39ecljQj1qzgmsto1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwMAfMdLOdI/AAAAAAAAABc/HtVASAwHaMw/s200/tumblr_ks39ecljQj1qzgmsto1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405164513694267858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-5516859168241212416?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5516859168241212416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5516859168241212416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5516859168241212416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SwMBKW335II/AAAAAAAAABs/8Lg4_7y7v2w/s72-c/tumblr_krf7931RQB1qzo9kbo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-1536210560721088399</id><published>2009-11-13T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:34:04.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 random things found on my desk, identified and explained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. 6 Photo Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to be reminded of my friends and boyfriend. :) Prom group picture, the girls, the "best friend", pictures with the boyfriend, Thanksgiving, and receiving that fake diploma from the old man, Wert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Earring Rack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I was going to wear any jewelry in SD, but I ended up bringing it all. All 30+ earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Pilot G-2 07 Pens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having colored notes is the way to go! :) These are my favorites because ball-point sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Cellphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone is always nearby to text and all. I've beat this phone up so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. 3 Cream Soda Bottles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim got me into cream soda. What's awesome is that they're in glass bottles and one of them I use as a vase for my roses. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Jar of seashells and sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Pink Minnie Mouse cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More memories &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Bag of Takis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fat ass wanted some so she bought some today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Notebook opened up to chemistry work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened up and not written in! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Two kissing whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present from my cousin and brother when they visited my other cousins in Oakland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. SUPERSTAR piggy bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best piggy bank ever because it was given by the best person ever :) Surprisingly he has a lot of change in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Cow bobble head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given from a close friend wayyy back in Jr. High for my birthday. It's the cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. 3 dried roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've received roses so it really means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiffany &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aya&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-1536210560721088399?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1536210560721088399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/13-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1536210560721088399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1536210560721088399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/13-things.html' title='13 Things.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-7045691602446811416</id><published>2009-11-13T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:44:01.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost along the way.</title><content type='html'>I lost my taste in fashion. I don't have a knack for spending money on clothes and accessories anymore now that moving to San Diego made me realize how much clothes I have. But stick me in a mall and give me a stack of money, then I'll go crazy. I wish I had a younger sister to give clothes to actually. I tried to do that for my little cousin, but her mother didn't want her wearing my clothes so she donated it to Goodwill. I don't have a certain style. I wear what I like and in the end, everything turns out nice. But what's been getting to my head is I don't want to dress young. I want to dress mature. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked 12 pieces of clothes here in SD to sell. I should let go some more. ): And I still have jewelry to hit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-7045691602446811416?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7045691602446811416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-along-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7045691602446811416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7045691602446811416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-along-way.html' title='Lost along the way.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-8037990976356054707</id><published>2009-11-12T02:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:02:24.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just had to post this up. This is from Chinese New Year four years ago. Now, everyone who's lined up to my left and right are taller than me. Everyone on my right are 7th-9th graders. And I'm pretty sure the ones standing in front of me will be taller than me 10 years from now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5feet3inches and 83 pounds. WHATTT?? And I thought I was underweight D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-8037990976356054707?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/8037990976356054707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8037990976356054707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8037990976356054707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/family.html' title='Family.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4567481435834555966</id><published>2009-11-11T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:07:18.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BJ's :)</title><content type='html'>Never really hung out with the whole suite before so last night we all went to BJ's together. Five of us went on the bus to meet up with the other three. My other roommate couldn't make it because she doesn't have money and that she's on a diet. The walk to the bus stop was longer than the ride itself. Haha. We waited quite some time before we got seated. The BJ Restaurant was small compared to the other two that's back at home. I shared a Cajun Pasta with my roommate which was really really delicious. And we had a party size oreo pizookie. Katherine kept raving about how good it is and she was the first one who took a bite out of it. LOL We didn't finish it, but brought the cookie home for to-go. I had to do my chemistry homework when we got back to the dorms since the deadline is at 12AM. I got it finished thankfully. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride there. This was taken before the bus was in motion of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ladies that were there waiting for us. ; What I had for dinner. It was so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those silly girls only ate a slice each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizookie before &amp;amp; after. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitya showing off the pizookie to-go. ; Bus ride back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of the bus ride back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bj12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pictures :) First one without flash, second one with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before going to BJ's, I spent most of my Tuesday in the lounge near my dorm since most of the dorms didn't have internet so we had to use the public internet at the lounge. I stayed there from noon until 6:30. There's a piano in the lounge and occasionally someone would come in and play beautiful music. There was also a meeting around 5:30 with a group called SCORE. What was ironic was they'd announce that they'd need a photographer, someone with a DSLR, and they even announced that they needed someone who does graphic design. After the meeting, I had the guts to talk to the two chair people and told them that I was interested. They're really excited and I'm just waiting on an email. I guess I'm in a club. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm involved with two Secret Santas right now and I have no idea what I want. I don't have a knack for clothing and accessories so this is a toughie. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I wanna go home just to pick out clothes to sell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4567481435834555966?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4567481435834555966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/bjs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4567481435834555966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4567481435834555966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/bjs.html' title='BJ&apos;s :)'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-5001573385822189760</id><published>2009-11-09T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:22:59.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-5001573385822189760?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5001573385822189760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5001573385822189760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5001573385822189760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-vacation.html' title='I need a vacation.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-1424931233221037942</id><published>2009-11-09T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:17:11.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging at this time?</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving and Christmas is coming up!!!! I was in Victoria Gardens, a super pretty outdoor mall, and I heard Christmas songs in like the department stores and pretty decorations. Like Kim says, "People skip Thanksgiving and jump right to Christmas." And it is true, but I love Thanksgiving just as much because I love going around the table saying what we're thankful for. I love love LOVE spending holidays with my friends, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, etc etc. And I'm always grateful to plan these get-togethers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been going around asking what everyone wants for Christmas when I myself don't know what I want for Christmas. Or well, I do, but everything that I want is just so pricey. ): I wanted an external hard drive, a camera lens, those Urban Outfitters boots, and a Victoria's Secret strapless bra. I need to find something inexpensive. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not having any luck finding a job. I haven't got any phone calls back. I already realized this already, but I have a ton of clothes back at home in containers. And a ton of shoes and accessories too. I'm thinking of selling these stuff online, but I can't let any of them go because I think "I'll wear it some day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SvfP-RDd5XI/AAAAAAAAABU/myj5GO7DrvI/s1600-h/winnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SvfP-RDd5XI/AAAAAAAAABU/myj5GO7DrvI/s200/winnie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402014946690983282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-1424931233221037942?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1424931233221037942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-at-this-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1424931233221037942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1424931233221037942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-at-this-time.html' title='Blogging at this time?'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxNpvG6JIrs/SvfP-RDd5XI/AAAAAAAAABU/myj5GO7DrvI/s72-c/winnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-8117262494803157438</id><published>2009-11-05T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:31:28.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steppie Giveawayyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=814769313661&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=814769313661&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-8117262494803157438?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/8117262494803157438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/steppie-giveawayyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8117262494803157438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8117262494803157438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/steppie-giveawayyyy.html' title='Steppie Giveawayyyy'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-7558721038165196177</id><published>2009-11-03T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:10:16.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluts.</title><content type='html'>I knew it was normal that girls dress skanky for Halloween. But now I really think it's absolutely disgusting. Have you heard of the saying "If you can't respect yourself, how do you expect everyone else to respect you"? Disgusting girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-7558721038165196177?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7558721038165196177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/sluts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7558721038165196177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7558721038165196177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/sluts.html' title='Sluts.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-1257678284178277089</id><published>2009-11-01T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:22:59.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Weekend.</title><content type='html'>It's always pleasant to go back to OC because it's home obviously, but it's a feeling of comfort where you know your surroundings and what not. I know I'll gain that eventually in San Diego, but I love the weather in OC and there's just so many places to go, so many places to hang. Plus, all of my friends are back home or most of them at least. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to OC with Tina, Hung, and Michelle T. We left around 4:30 and I was at my house by 6:30. Another dreadful two hours. Once I got home, I went with the other Tina and Jonathan to visit Richard in UCLA. Jimmy and Long both came back to OC so Richard had the dorm to himself. The drive there was free from traffic and wasn't long at all. We went to a parking structure that Richard told us to go, but we didn't know where to get a parking permit so we drove around and around. We ended up in a different parking lot and paid through the machines. Richard gave us a tour around the campus and the buildings are just beautiful. Not just the buildings, the entire campus was pretty amazing. Definitely made my school look cruddy. Haha. It was so cold though. I wouldn't know because back in San Diego, I don't go around past 9 so I don't know how the weather is like at night really. We grabbed some food and then went to his dorm. Their dorms are so strict after 9pm though. You have to swipe your ID in if you live in the building and if you have guests, they have to get a guest past and it's like signing your life away. Haha. The guests have to have their IDs too. I left my keys and ID in the car so Richard and Jonathan went back to the car to get my stuff. Richard's dorm is so small. It's about the size of my dorm also, but has more of a rectangular shape. We hung around until 12. Got back home around 1. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1: Total miss. Take 2: a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they looking out at??? ; The steps that we climbed down. There's a couple at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the amazing buildings that would have probably looked better during the day time. ; On the bear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "natural" poses waiting for Richard and Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard's super small dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror shots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those long hallways and my funny looking face haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/la14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last shot before we left :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I woke up around noon on Saturday, I walked into the living room and my mom gave me a surprised look because I don't give her a phone call telling her that I'll be home over the weekend. Her and her boyfriend were really surprised. We bought some Vietnamese food and my mom was saying how just like my brother when he went to college, he started to miss and appreciate Vietnamese food. Yep. That's the case for me also. I went to South Coast Plaza with Marco to find nothing and then we went to the Anti-Mall (The Lab) where they have Urban Outfitters and Buffalo Exchange. Like Marco says "I could just live in this store (Urban Outfitters)." We spent a good amount of time in there and I ended buying ankle boots for 40 dollars when they were originally 78. I also bought a peanut butter and jelly matching key holders. :) I really really love Urban Outfitters, but of course I can afford to buy their clothes and what not, so I'll settle for Forever 21 and thrift stores for now. How I see it as is "Maybe when I get rich" type of thing. What's funny is I don't find anything I like on their online store, but I love everything that's in their store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16573073_01_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 133px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16573073_01_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16572406_01_b?$richdetail$"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 133px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16572406_01_b?$richdetail$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16842528_004_b?$richdetail$"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 133px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16842528_004_b?$richdetail$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First one was the pair that I bought. Second one was what I was looking for, but couldn't find my size. Third one, I just really want and hope I get for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16332595_01_b?$richdetail$"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 133px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16332595_01_b?$richdetail$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16719767_00_b?$richdetail$"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 133px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16719767_00_b?$richdetail$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marco was looking at this really nice blazer made by Obey. And these were the key holders I was talking about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Stater Brothers to buy drinks and chips for the get together at my house. We only got the chips because the sale on the drinks ended yesterday. There were a few of them at my house already before I even got home. We tried to figure out how to connect the speakers and what not. There's an adapter that connects the sound to the X-Box, but we couldn't find that so we resorted to my laptop. Enrique, Chau, and Nicole went to get drinks as we tried to figure out how to put everything together. Peter picked up the pizza. Almost everyone watched the scary movie. I sat a few minutes in and decided not to watch the movie so I hung out with the few others that chose not to watch either. We didn't do much after the movie besides chit chat. The last few left by 12 or 1AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza and hot wings yum. ; Michelle's hot wing on steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to adjust the lighting on my camera so when there's yellow light, it'll actually come out to white light. :) I don't have to do that on photoshop anymore. We had this problem last year for Thanksgiving. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle &amp;amp; Thuy ; Friends just chillin' on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hw8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group shots always come out blurry. ): Can't wait for a new lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I ended up returning the boots that I bought. Figuring that I have a similar pair that just needs the heels to be fixed. I didn't feel an urge to shop or anything. I've applied to 4 places on campus and I'm praying that I get hired. I'm saving up for a $400 lens, but I'll be buying it used for $300. It's a zoom lens. The lens that I'm using now is a... focus lens? I hope to get this lens before Christmas then I can take amazing shots at Christmas Bash. :) Thinking of money makes my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41gRrUo8SuL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41gRrUo8SuL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby ): Canon EF 28-135mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't even realize this until my friends told me that my BananaWhat.ORG website doesn't work anymore. Has it already been a year??? I didn't think people even looked at it. Maybe I'll get it going when I actual commit to uploading pictures. If any of you guys want pictures, then lend me your flashdrive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my quarter set out and I know when I'll be coming back home. It's crazy how quarter systems go by soooo fast.&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 7: San Bernardino&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 14: SD, studying for midterms&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 21: OC, Concert with Peter and Diane&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 26-29: OC, Thanksgiving weekend&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 5: SD, studying for finals&lt;br /&gt;Then winter break!&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/4708479630401382234-1257678284178277089?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1257678284178277089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1257678284178277089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1257678284178277089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-weekend.html' title='Halloween Weekend.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6673436672570956684</id><published>2009-10-29T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:37:50.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Queenie's Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://misssqueenie.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-queenies-giveaway-xox.html"&gt;http://misssqueenie.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-queenies-giveaway-xox.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6673436672570956684?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6673436672570956684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-queenies-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6673436672570956684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6673436672570956684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-queenies-giveaway.html' title='Miss Queenie&apos;s Giveaway!'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6626887797956790483</id><published>2009-10-27T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:19:56.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerability.</title><content type='html'>How do I be the better person and enjoy life rather than overthink everything? I feel unhappy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6626887797956790483?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6626887797956790483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/vulnerability.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6626887797956790483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6626887797956790483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/vulnerability.html' title='Vulnerability.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-7795348482716478004</id><published>2009-10-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:39:37.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder:</title><content type='html'>Organizing Thanksgiving Potluck in A WEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;That means randomly picking names and calling up people to see what they want to bring to the potluck.&lt;br /&gt;Also, making lists for Secret Santa.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, November 27th&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THAT DATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-7795348482716478004?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7795348482716478004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7795348482716478004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7795348482716478004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminder.html' title='Reminder:'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-762607743099884246</id><published>2009-10-25T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:42:13.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco's surprise dinner was definitely a success and I'm glad I got it together. A big thanks to James for bringing stuff to BJ's for me, arriving early, and making sure everyone was there and all. I had originally planned dinner for 7PM but BJ's was booked until 9PM. So 9PM it was. Marco really did think that it was just a dinner for the two of us, and when we were walking towards the table, he sure had a surprise to see around... 16 of our friends sitting at a table. I wish dinner was better. Pizza wasn't that great. Pizookie was delicious though. Thuy practically owned my camera the whole night, haha. Afterwards, the guys practically chilled at my house and played poker. My younger brother joined in also. I dropped off Lily's present around 1AM. I chilled in my brother's room with Marco as the other guys were in the living room playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those table pictures we always take; Thuy and Michelle looking pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy :) ; Me &amp;amp; birthday boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group picture makes me sad ): my camera is only good for focusing and what not. I want my zoom lens already ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening his presents from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot with birthday boy ; Michelle asked for this picture haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mbd10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys playing poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with my dad. We went to Target and I bought those vitamin gummy bears. I'm so excited to start eating them. :D Haha I also bought matching plate, bowl, and cup because I have been leeching off of my roommates utensils and stuff back in SD. I also bought some floss which I'm somewhat excited to use also. x.x;; I went to Goodwill to buy a cheap brown belt. I left the place with a bag. The good thing is that it was only 4 bucks. The bad thing is that I still don't have a brown belt. :|&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/4708479630401382234-762607743099884246?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/762607743099884246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-boy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/762607743099884246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/762607743099884246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-618536240645512841</id><published>2009-10-21T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:59:15.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms.</title><content type='html'>The end of midterms??? Sadly, no. I have another one next Monday for my writing class and I have no idea how to prepare for it. Haha. But I already had my chemistry and my math midterms which frustrates me because when I think about it, we have another exam in about 2-3 weeks and then a final. MIDterm? Psh, yeah right. ): I think I did decent on my math midterm and so-so on my chemistry. But no high hopes of an A. Because of these stupid midterms that have you studying over the whole weekend, I'm behind on homework. And instead of getting to it, I'm procrastinating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-618536240645512841?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/618536240645512841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/midterms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/618536240645512841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/618536240645512841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/midterms.html' title='Midterms.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6735094530675196040</id><published>2009-10-16T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:35:33.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another random post</title><content type='html'>Just pictures I wanted to post.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that my roommate and a suitemate got me cupcakes for my birthday and they wanted to sing to me, but thank goodness not everyone in the suite was there. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 98px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 98px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Michelle got me the poster I wanted with the super seductive couple making out topless on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 148px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kim's Kitty! Isn't she the cutest????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 107px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tracy and Michelle's HUGEEEE remote and HUUUGEEE TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 144px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 107px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The hair that wasn't cleaned up in our shower D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 107px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle sent me this picture through her phone from the good ole Chuckwagon days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 112px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/rd3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been having a shoe crave lately. I really want some black heels and some new boots. But 1. I have no occasion to wear the heels, 2. I already have a gajillion pairs of boots. ): Now doesn't this suck???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chic.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pCHIC1-5750681dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 147px;" src="http://chic.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pCHIC1-5750681dt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't gotten used to taking pictures here in San Diego. No special occasion to and I'm not comfortable enough to take pictures of my roommates and suitemates. I've never realized how I'm so used to taking pictures of the friends back at home and they all know I'm that camera girl. I rarely touch my camera here in San Diego. Poo. ):&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/4708479630401382234-6735094530675196040?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6735094530675196040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-random-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6735094530675196040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6735094530675196040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-random-post.html' title='Another random post'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-1213558910564309470</id><published>2009-10-13T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:34:47.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those random posts</title><content type='html'>- I miss my friends. I always do.&lt;br /&gt;- I love you soooo much. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry class kills.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/020236.jpg"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-1213558910564309470?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1213558910564309470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-those-random-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1213558910564309470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1213558910564309470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-those-random-posts.html' title='One of those random posts'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-5738275985169345582</id><published>2009-10-12T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:29:18.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loads and loads of... fun.</title><content type='html'>I'm back with updates and tons of pictures! To shorten things up because I want to write these things down in my journal, I'll just bullet point the important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I came back Friday afternoon. We got stuck in traffic so it took two and a half hours to get home when it usually takes about an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;- I video chatted with Tammy Le. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;- I had hot wings at Hooters for lunch with Tina on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;- I got my eyebrows done and that made me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;- I went from an empty tank of gas to a super full tank of gas. That made me happy also. :D&lt;br /&gt;- I got my first tattoo done. Thuy went with me and Tina made it last minute.&lt;br /&gt;- I had a nice dinner with 24 friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;- The most awesomest gifts ever!&lt;br /&gt;- I want some Guppy's right now actually. Mmm brick toast.&lt;br /&gt;- Failed at doing something together after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- I wish the night never ended.&lt;br /&gt;- Lunch with my dad and brothers was nice. Chicken curry was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;- I bought tights and realized I didn't check the size. I feel like an idiot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;- I totally spreed and blew off my giftcards (that's what they're meant for right?)&lt;br /&gt;- I failed to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;- Knott's Scary Farm with 12 other friends was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- Pho at 2:30AM was awesome also!&lt;br /&gt;- An hour or so of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;- I miss home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tat1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tat2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look naked in the picture. Haha; "Relaxing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tat3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulcius ex asperis: Sweeter after difficulties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner at Guppy Tea House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuy and her "baby" ; Tina got me a tiara! I felt so special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Boyfriend :) ; Peter serving the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do for a Klondike bar? :D (fabric pen and hours of perfection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James got a shot of me with Thuy trying to get in it. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard surprisingly got me jewelry o: ; Our fried rice that I wish we had got the other ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restroom pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle went into the men's restroom at the mall. Haha; Michelle and the guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO RELAX! massage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture; Shot of me, Marco, &amp;amp; Fredrick while "racing" with Phillip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kb21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another restroom shot; Guys playing poker while girls sang and I fiddling with Marco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knott's Scary Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of the girls; Waiting in line for Supreme Scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those kids who didn't know what they were up for :) ; Cute shot of Peter and Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Double assholes" ; "Pumping gas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowns... ; I look stupid trying to get in this shot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest shot ever! Back massage train ; The girls waiting in line for Ghost Rider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before we took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knottgroup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knottgroup1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle handling her pho; Group shot #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knott15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knottgroup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/knottgroup2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot at Pho Thanh Long @ 3AM! ; Group shot #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Toodles!&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/4708479630401382234-5738275985169345582?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5738275985169345582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/loads-and-loads-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5738275985169345582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5738275985169345582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/loads-and-loads-of-fun.html' title='Loads and loads of... fun.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-1239185783487060576</id><published>2009-10-11T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:24:54.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen.</title><content type='html'>My 18th birthday was the best birthday I've ever had or maybe I'm just saying that because last year was close to being the complete opposite. Haha. Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes and it's so meaningful to me that I was in your mind for a second or so. :) I'll post pictures and go into details about my day later because my day is busy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to OC for the weekend = VACATION&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-1239185783487060576?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1239185783487060576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/eighteen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1239185783487060576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1239185783487060576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/eighteen.html' title='Eighteen.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-1159340467052890571</id><published>2009-10-07T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:49:58.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I do something for my birthday?</title><content type='html'>Guppy's Saturday Night at 7 :)&lt;br /&gt;And then movies afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll contact you guys personally. Sorry it's so last minute ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/65633146-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/65633146-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/66363802-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/66363802-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69822421-02.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69822421-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69835966-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69835966-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69813520-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69813520-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/68794549-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/68794549-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/68794549-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/68794549-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/66308461-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/66308461-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69150976-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69150976-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58428367-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 60px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58428367-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-1159340467052890571?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1159340467052890571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-i-do-something-for-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1159340467052890571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1159340467052890571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-i-do-something-for-my-birthday.html' title='Should I do something for my birthday?'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4409829208065659700</id><published>2009-10-06T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:14:30.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming &amp; Chau's Birthday</title><content type='html'>So I came back to Orange County Friday afternoon. Chau and Michelle came to pick us up. Arrived at Tracy's house to do the girls' hair and then I went to Hooters with Tina. Hooters never fails me with their awesome wings. :) We came to the Homecoming game 30 minutes late and how I see it as, we were paying to see our friends. Haha. It was such an `09 reunion. I didn't really watch the game. Instead I chattered away with friends. We went to eat at Denny's afterwards and then some karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car ride back; Tracy's restroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina spraying Michelle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the game. We took a normal shot, but that one turned out blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be seated; At the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the sugar game. Both Thuy and I lost. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so did Kennie Wert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend &amp;amp; Girlfriend haha; They were "matching"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau :) ; As they sang happy birthday, we just looked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: "Ah screw it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our personal stripper ;D ; Michelle always gets a kick out of singing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/hg23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuy &amp;amp; I ; Tina caught this shot when we weren't looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chaubday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chaubday1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chaubday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chaubday2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising Chau after her last class; Hot wings at TGI's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chaubday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chaubday3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau the giraffe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4409829208065659700?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4409829208065659700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming-chaus-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4409829208065659700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4409829208065659700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming-chaus-birthday.html' title='Homecoming &amp; Chau&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6283830519842444153</id><published>2009-10-06T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:36:31.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlists and What Not :D</title><content type='html'>I didn't think I'd be receiving any birthday presents, but because someone asked, it got me thinking. I don't want anything materialistic, but I can't think of anything else that I would need because honestly, I think I have everything that I need already. :) (Meaning my friends and my camera = my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Forever 21 - Zippered Hobo Bag; I've been wanting a new bag for awhile now, but I can't get myself to splurge on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/66374638-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/66374638-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Forever 21 Rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60643168-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 131px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60643168-06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gold rimmed aviators&lt;br /&gt;4. Pink nerdy glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sunglasses-shop.co.uk/glasses/ray-ban-2008/2140-9683e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 95px;" src="http://www.sunglasses-shop.co.uk/glasses/ray-ban-2008/2140-9683e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Middle skirt; Someone buy me this skirt from this soompi seller ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/stephu/shop/P1100935x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 128px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/stephu/shop/P1100935x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.soompi.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=277196&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Forever 21 - Stretch Denim Skirt, Size Small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/66900571-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/66900571-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Basic tanks and v-necks&lt;br /&gt;8. Forever 21 - White Frayed Front Skinny Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59287120-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59287120-03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stone Washed Jeans&lt;br /&gt;10. Acid Washed Jeans&lt;br /&gt;11. Urban Outfitters - Moustache Rabbit by Kidrobot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 209px; height: 154px;" src="http://www.swiss-miss.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/moustchaebunny-480x354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want the most in order would be: bag, white pants, denim skirt, soompi skirt, pink nerdy glasses, and then the awesome bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6283830519842444153?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6283830519842444153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishlists-and-what-not-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6283830519842444153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6283830519842444153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishlists-and-what-not-d.html' title='Wishlists and What Not :D'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/stephu/shop/th_P1100935x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-915815022342136781</id><published>2009-10-04T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:44:03.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Clingy and frustrated. Maybe it was better off in San Diego getting away and all because right now I feel vulnerable and crappy. I don't want to feel this way. The distance plays such a huge role and getting away from past memories makes it even better. I never thought I'd say I miss San Diego, but there is a little part of me that does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how I'm feeling now, I had an amazing time with my friends yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my mind is saying is bad words and what not. It hurts. I want to cry. There's always a legit reason right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-915815022342136781?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/915815022342136781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/915815022342136781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/915815022342136781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4452445357181573621</id><published>2009-09-28T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:22:17.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Because I had some thoughts that I just wanted to let out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to post some pictures of Tracy and Michelle's huge TV and remote, but I'm lazy to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;- I also wanted to post pictures of Kim's roommate's very very cute kitty, but I am lazy to upload that also.&lt;br /&gt;- I've been dying for long hair, but it probably won't get until my breasts until March/April. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;- I crave for shopping, but I can't spend any money whatsoever because of college.&lt;br /&gt;- I also crave for some new sandals, which I am definitely trying to get, but slowly giving up.&lt;br /&gt;- I sound very materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;- For the gajillionth time, I miss home and friends. They know how to put big smiles on my face and I definitely miss that.&lt;br /&gt;- I can't wait until the Homecoming game just because I'm excited to see all of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;- School is okay and I am proud of myself that I got a lot done last night. :)&lt;br /&gt;- I want to feel beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4452445357181573621?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4452445357181573621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/randomness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4452445357181573621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4452445357181573621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-9010367650464605160</id><published>2009-09-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:19:16.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors!</title><content type='html'>I had visitors Friday night until Saturday afternoon. :) Peter, Jonathan, Marco, and Jerry came down to San Diego to check out and not only visit me, but to meet some girls probably. Haha. I really didn't think they'd come down here and I don't want to be bitter about only going down here to meet some girls, because life shouldn't be about bitterness. I got to spend time with them and it makes me miss hanging out with them back at home. We visited Becky at her dorm, stayed up pretty late in my common room, had breakfast at OVT, went to the Geisel Library and bookstore, and went in the water at the beach. We were going to watch a movie also, but they had to get back in Orange County by 6. I miss them already. I miss their quirkiness and funny behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/visit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/visit1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/visit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/visit2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture in the common room; The boys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/visit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/visit3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/visit4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/visit4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't these adorable pictures? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-9010367650464605160?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/9010367650464605160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/visitors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/9010367650464605160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/9010367650464605160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/visitors.html' title='Visitors!'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6314024980110558574</id><published>2009-09-25T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:32:52.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures pictures pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss this old man. ; Lily Au! at Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my pictures to get developed so we lounged on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlies. Missing Tracy, Michelle, and both Tinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss these guys ): ; At Kim's apartment. She found it rather comfortable in that box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't drawn since forever. Kim's roommate had one of those step by step books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for food at Walmart. Yes, we got a lot. ; Random picture of Kitty. Super Kitty. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommate &amp;amp; suitemates; Me &amp;amp; my roommate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/pic15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Downtown La Jolla. The view is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6314024980110558574?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6314024980110558574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-pictures-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6314024980110558574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6314024980110558574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures pictures pictures'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-8630847976922071223</id><published>2009-09-24T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:39:44.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm back in San Diego and everything has been pretty swell. I've been feeling more comfortable for all sorts of reason mostly because I have everything that I need here and that there's nothing left behind at home. I brought three big things, my bicycle (which is on the balcony), a fridge, and a TV. Roommates are excited about what we're going to stick in the fridge and the suitemates are happy about the TV. I'm happy that I brought about over 10 of my skirts and lots of my outerwear and what not. I also decided to bring my big earring collection and the rest of my jewelry. I have internet access in the room now that I'm using my dad's laptop for temporary until mines comes in. Everything has been swell. I need to check out where my classes are tomorrow and run a few errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting a new pair of sandals and went to so many stores today to find none. Apparently, all the stores are preparing for winter season and have a huge collection of boots (which I have enough of). Sandals are on sale and I can't find any my size. And if I found sandals in my size, they're ugly. I don't know if it's a sign telling me not get new sandals, but I want some new ones so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-8630847976922071223?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/8630847976922071223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8630847976922071223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8630847976922071223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4173115549265158398</id><published>2009-09-23T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:45:24.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home.</title><content type='html'>I came home at around 3ish today and the whole environment just changes when I'm here. Everything is familiar. I did feel homesick for one, but that was not my only reason to go home. My computer wasn't working at the dorms so I had to bring that home and bring back my dad's laptop to use for temporary until my laptop comes in in about a week or so. Not only that, I need to bring my bike and the fridge for the dorm. Because my brother doesn't use the TV in his room, I'm bringing that along also. I'm also bringing a bunch of other stuff that I forgot such as a blowdryer, straightening iron (can't live without that), and what not. I thought I overpacked, but I actually overpacked and have quite some space in my dorm. Sadly, Marshall dorms seem like the smallest compared to the other college dorms. Only thing good is that the dining hall is across the bridge. Because I've underpacked, I've decided to bring my dressier clothing such as my skirts and dresses. I'm also bringing my jewelry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very much excited to get to know all of my suite mates and roommates. I want to decorate the common room so that it looks more homey rather than it just being there. My friends are coming to visit over the weekend! Or so I really hope so. We can all crash it in Tracy's dorm or something. Haha. I'll be coming back next week on Friday because of the Homecoming game and I'll also be coming back the week after that because of my (wow) 18th birthday. I'm excited to do something for my birthday (No, not smoking), but something else and I guess it's a surprise right now, but a couple of them know what I'm talking about. :) Shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulcius ex asperis :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4173115549265158398?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4173115549265158398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4173115549265158398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4173115549265158398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-8363104972574705997</id><published>2009-09-20T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:00:02.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UC San Diego</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I miss home so much. But it's a bittersweet feeling. Because I enjoy having my own space at the dorms. I miss being able to know what's around me and knowing the people and all. The only thing that makes me feel more at home is chatting with my friends online. But my computer isn't working! The monitor isn't responding to my computer. So I'm at Becky's dorm using her laptop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done so much already though. I went to the bookstore with a friend to get a cord for my computer to have internet. I hung out with my roommate practically the whole day. We hung out with a bunch of people from Warren. We waited in line for a bus to the beach, but then decided to eat at the dining hall in Warren. We finally went to the beach. The sand is soft and the water wasn't cold. We went to the TM dance which I disliked watching people grind each other. Then finally hung out with close friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-8363104972574705997?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/8363104972574705997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/uc-san-diego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8363104972574705997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8363104972574705997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/uc-san-diego.html' title='UC San Diego'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-7543190537510410615</id><published>2009-09-17T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:46:02.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I absolutely adore each and every one of my friends.</title><content type='html'>So I've packed my last two days in Orange County with breakfast, lunch, or dinner with friends. I got to hang out with Son in the morning, I haven't hung out with him almost one on one for the longest time. I'm having dinner with Nicole. It feels like I haven't see her all summer. It's really nice to hang out with friends and I feel like they mean so much more to me now that it really feels like we're all going seperate ways. I'm not afraid to call a friend up to hang out that I wouldn't regularly hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wingnuts last night. Hooters &gt; Wingnuts imo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wingnuts sign; Group picture, I think it's cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys and how they use all their fingers to eat; James' organized plate after eating 12 wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared with Tina a 12 piece meal. ; Some of the girls' wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/wn8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, Tiff, and Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mc Donald's &amp;amp; Yuki Sushi for breakfast and lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mcd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast snack with Son &amp;amp; Jerry. I'm going to miss them! ; Group picture at Yuki Sushi for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellas; The ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuy's disgusted face after trying a bit of wasabi; Marco using chopsticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meal: Popcorn lobster roll mmmm; Jerry feeding James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ys8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots of Jerry on the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner with Nicole, breakfast with dad, ice cream run with Lily, Shopping with Tina, and movie night tomorrow with friends at 10:30&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/4708479630401382234-7543190537510410615?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7543190537510410615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-absolutely-adore-each-and-every-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7543190537510410615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7543190537510410615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-absolutely-adore-each-and-every-one.html' title='I absolutely adore each and every one of my friends.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-8689742797005875025</id><published>2009-09-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:28:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Moving away to college has really got me thinking about everything. On a first note, I've cherished my friends so much more because I won't be seeing them every day anymore. When we hang out, we don't just say goodbye thinking that we'll see them in a few days or maybe even the next day. Now when we hang out and say our goodbyes, we give hugs and know that we probably won't see each other for a good while. It doesn't hurt to give a phone call or text and make plans with someone. So for the past three weeks, I'm very much happy that I took the time to hang out with my friends. Ones that I hang out a lot and even those who I barely see. I'll miss them way too much when I'm on college, but I'm decking out my dorm with pictures of them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing and cleaning up sucks so bad. I don't want to bring too much. I want to bring just the right amount. Sadly, I'm one of those girls that have tons of everything, I have over ten belts, over 30 skirts, over 30 shoes, over 30 pairs of earrings, and then there's everything else. I was really hoping I could bring most of my clothes and only leave behind unnecessary things. I wasn't thinking and realized that i have way too much clothes that I won't be able to bring all to college. So now I've settled with jeans, tanks, and sweats. They're my best friends in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Wingnuts for dinner with some friends. I'm having breakfast, lunch, and dinner with friends tomorrow. Then breakfast with my dad the following day. I'm gonna be so fat and so broke. Pictures tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-8689742797005875025?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/8689742797005875025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-thoughts-and-more-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8689742797005875025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8689742797005875025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-thoughts-and-more-thoughts.html' title='Thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-8963194488412722353</id><published>2009-09-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:30:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiresome Day.</title><content type='html'>I  couldn't fall asleep until 5AM!  I decided to go to bed at 3:30, but laid around for the longest time. Plus, I had to wake up earlier than usual. I woke up at 6:15 to take a shower and then visit Wert at 7 because I figured he'd have old students visiting him in the afternoon. Unfortunately, an old student did visit him around the time I did. I stayed until 8am. Personal stuff until 3PM and then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home to get ready to go bike riding to the beach for the first time and maybe the last because my eyes, butt, and legs are sore. We left at around 4 and took the bike trail. We got to the beach at 5ish. Biking there sucked with all the hills we had to bike up and all. Plus the wind blowing in our faces. We took the streets back home. Even though it took longer, I enjoyed the obstacles we had to go through and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at 7 and soon left the house again to eat at Boiling Crab with some friends. Before I left the house, I noticed that my eyes were close to being red. Dinner was great, but coming home with the smell sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My face looks pale in this picture o___O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group pictures :) Tracy called the girl that got in our first shot ugly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bruce! My bike plate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle was imitating the guy in front of her; Going across a dangerous bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cajun fries &amp;amp; shrimp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bb13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael putting the bib on Becky; Group shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the crappy quality. Didn't want to carry my camera around so I used my phone camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-8963194488412722353?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/8963194488412722353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiresome-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8963194488412722353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8963194488412722353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiresome-day.html' title='Tiresome Day.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-298396227237173279</id><published>2009-09-15T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:48:32.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning, this will be a ridiculously long post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for San Francisco Thursday afternoon and arrived at my cousin's house in Oakland around midnight that day. Now that I think about it, I'm ridiculously happy that the plan followed through to going to San Francisco because I had a feeling I'd have to cancel it for some reason. Thuy and Tina couldn't join in on the trip so it was just Becky and me. It would have been so much more fun with them. Big Bear in the winter! I have never been on a road trip before and there was just so many things I have not experienced yet so it was all the more exciting for me. The ride there sucked, but it was an experience. A lot of bug crap got on the windshield and the front of Becky's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the sound of trance music. My cousin is into that kind of music and that's all we really heard in the house when we stayed there for those couple days. He made us breakfast, pancakes, eggs, and those asian sausages. Mary, my cousin's wife (cousin-in-law), came home from work and we all got ready to head to San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the Bart to San Francisco. It's like a subway and it was my first time in one of those. They have those things were you put the ticket in in order to take the subway just like the movies! Haha. We walked around Union Square. The streets are reminiscent of New York City, no wonder people want to live in San Francisco, closest you get to city life in the west coast. We walked back and forth looking for the three-level Forever 21, but no look. So we paid a visit to China Town. We went to the Fortune Cookie "Factory" which was so small, I was really expecting a huge factory. We stopped by a park and then went to Fisherman's Wharf &amp;amp; Ghirardelli Square. For most of the times we hit shops, I looked around for souveniers I promised a few friends. After looking around, we went back on the bus back to Union Square which was way too full that everyone was pushing to get in. That was a first. I made sure to keep my bag with money and what not safe. We arrived right in front of the Forever 21 we were looking for. Compared to the one at Anaheim Plaza, the one in Anaheim Plaza is better. Three floors in San Fran is equivalent to two floors back at home. The one in San Fran was super crowded and super messy. The sales section sucked ass compared to the one at home. Nonetheless, I blew 100 bucks there. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night there was nice sunny weather and it was chilly at night. But sleeping at night sucked so bad that Becky moved to the wooden floor to sleep rather than the bed. The following days were cold. Saturday was pretty chill. Becky and I lounged around the room we stayed in until 4PM. We went to Berkeley afterwards. There were so many Berkeley students walking on the streets. We went to a vintage store which I didn't end up buying anything. They had tons of boots though, but then I thought about the 8+ pairs I have at home and that if I had bought a pair at that store, it'd just be an identical to one of my other pairs. The further we walked down the Berkeley streets, the more homeless people we saw. So we met back with my cousins and checked out the Berkeley campus. After that, we had dinner at Zachary. Deep dish pizza! I've always seen it on TV and heard of it, but have never tried it. As much as I dislike peppers, onions, and mushrooms, the pizza there was delicious. The crust was the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast, I had leftover pizza. Becky and I were determined to do things that we had wish we had done when we were at Fisherman's Wharf. Plus, I wanted to go to Haight &amp;amp; Ashbury (a street that is full of vintage stores and what not). Instead of taking the Bart, my cousins took us in their car and we went across the Bay bridge. First time ever going on a bridge! We went to Haight &amp;amp; Ashbury first and took quite a walk uphill just to get to that intersection. I ended up buying a pair of ankle boots. ): And a skirt. After that, we went to Japan Town to get a souvenier for Thuy since she loves Hello Kitty. By the time we left there, it started to sprinkle outside. We had to head back to Oakland because Mary had to meet with her client. When we got back to the house, we took a restroom break and headed out again. This time, on our own. Tina's GPS was very very VERY handy. Kim suggested having clam chowder for dinner so we went to Boudin to have some. The clam chowder was like the one back at home, except better because of the rainy weather. We went back to a taffy store because Becky wanted to get some. Then we got our caricature done because I wanted to get that done, but didn't get a chance to last time. Our last stop was back at Ghirardelli Square where we had the most amazing sundae ever. We came back to the house all wet. The shower was great though. I really enjoyed walking around the streets in the rain because we haven't had rain back in Orange County for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thursday, I've been debating whether to dye my hair ligther and in the end I followed through. We went to Sally's and bought all the stuff. But it was a fail. My hair is still dark and the dye doesn't soak into my hair. Kind of sucks. We had breakfast before we left to go back home. We left at 1. We stopped by Solvang and wish we stopped by Yosemite Park and Hearst Castle, but didn't want to spend money or had the time. Solvang was a cute little place. We had Danish pastries and both of us bought shoes at a fashion store they had there. How funny, we actually shopped at a Danish place. We headed straight home after that. The scenery was amazing, we got to see both the farmland and the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the trip was amazing. I enjoyed every minute of it there, even when I just laid around in bed at some points. Tons of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pit stop! She had to use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug guts splattered all over the front of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed the bed once we got there; Me &amp;amp; their dog, Pier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bart!; Us in front of the Coliseum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the Bart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Action" shots. I look more action-y than Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty bugs displayed; Lady that was folding the fortune cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park that we sat around for awhile. Lots of old people gambling; Two little kids we saw when we left the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot in Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghirardelli Square! The girl looks like me in the first picture,but it isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of yummy and very expensive chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman's Wharf; Me getting one of those souvenir coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this rather funny; That's the closet we got to the Golden Gate Bridge. Haha. We never got the chance to cross it or get closer to it sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky imitating the funny bird we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of taffy! ; Shot of the piers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ loves you :) ; Huge ass Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf32.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkeley streets; Real blue roses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering campus grounds; Pretty building :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf35.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pretty building; Their clock tower. We didn't get to go up there because it was under construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf37.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Zachary's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a lot of funny posters, but this one was my favorite. ; Mmmm deep dish pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf43.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pier! Isn't he a cutie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf44.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf45.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopped this picture; Pretty house on Haight Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf46.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf47.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More houses on Haight Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf49.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot on Haight Street; Shot in a mall in Japantown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf50.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf51.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bay bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf52.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf53.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clam chowder at Boudin! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf54.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf55.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our chowder served pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf56.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept nagging Becky to take a picture with the little kids and she finally gave in after the third time we passed them. Too bad I was so excited to take the picture that I didn't focus the camera. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf57.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf58.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taffy, taffy, and more taffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf59.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf60.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our caricatures done. I'm blurry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf61.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the world's famous sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf62.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf63.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before &amp;amp; After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf64.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightlife at San Francisco is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf65.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky attempting to dye my hair Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf66.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf67.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nice shots when we were heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf68.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danish pastries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf69.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf70.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us showing off our pastries haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf71.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf72.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around Solvang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf73.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sf74.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus Lane! :D And a crappy shot of the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-298396227237173279?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/298396227237173279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-san-francisco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/298396227237173279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/298396227237173279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-san-francisco.html' title='Trip to San Francisco'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6845762154425687241</id><published>2009-09-12T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:18:57.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy days and cold weather</title><content type='html'>I still can't handle even though I'm a gajillion miles away. How pathetic. Even though I am enjoying myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6845762154425687241?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6845762154425687241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/gloomy-days-and-cold-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6845762154425687241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6845762154425687241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/gloomy-days-and-cold-weather.html' title='Gloomy days and cold weather'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-5955465321732163835</id><published>2009-09-10T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:00:44.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco</title><content type='html'>Gone to San Fran from Thursday afternoon to Monday! Been waiting on this trip for some time. :) I'll be back with tons of pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-5955465321732163835?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5955465321732163835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-fran.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5955465321732163835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5955465321732163835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-fran.html' title='San Francisco'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4474347400028003144</id><published>2009-09-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:21:38.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imy.</title><content type='html'>Remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the afternoon as usual. i planned to hang out with some '10 kids, but ended up just hanging out with Tammy which was perfectly fine. We ate at Hooters and she tagged along as I ran some errands. I dropped off my dry cleaning which totaled to around 40 dollars. Hemmed some clothes at a different dry cleaning place that my aunt works at. We stopped by Target to look around and buy a few things. I bought three frames that were super cheap &amp;amp; super cute. After that, we went to The Block where we stopped by a few stores and had some delicious samples. I ended up spending more than I thought I would at Forever 21. Four pairs of tights, another pair of earrings (adds to my 30some... earrings), and a bracelet set of 6. We grabbed some Tastea and then I took her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've been cleaning my closet up, deciding what I'm going to bring to San Diego. I want to bring my whole wardrobe, but I'm pretty sure I cant fit all of my almost 30 skirts into a tiny closet provided in my dorm. It wasn't until when I cleaned my closet that I realized I had that many skirts. Still working on cleaning everything up. Plus I have to decide which pairs of shoes I'll be bringing to San Diego. I know that most and probably all of my heels will be staying back because I won't be wearing those around campus. Poo. The joy of cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4474347400028003144?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4474347400028003144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/imy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4474347400028003144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4474347400028003144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/imy.html' title='imy.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6350064106541829272</id><published>2009-09-08T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:41:59.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miniature Golf</title><content type='html'>Love love love hanging out with my friends. With a tiresome weekend full of working, it was nice to sleep in until almost 1PM. I wasn't planning on doing much today besides going miniature golfing around 5. So, I went on the internet and watched a chick flick, Made of Honor. :) We got to Boomers around 6ish. It's been forever since I last went miniature golfing. Since I was a little kid probably. It was so funny figuring out how much each of us had to pitch in. We stood in front of the place where we get the card to play games for a good while until we figured it all out. Eighteen year olds that can't do math. Sadly, I'm still 17. About halfway through, we played by points. Whoever got the highest points had to treat the one with the lowest (every shot was a point). Enrique had the worst and I had the best score and I completely forgot about the bet until now. Haha. With Guppy Tea House nearby, we went to Diamond Jamboree where they have so many stores with delicious foods. Guppies was amazing as usual and overall I had a good time with my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots of Jonathan. He poses a lot. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots of Enrique. He naturally poses all the time. I like how he squats a bit when he hits the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys &amp;amp; Girls. My scarf is uneven~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miniature golfing in action. Group shot before we were finished golfing. I got a hole in one on my last shot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver of the night! Me &amp;amp; the boys. I'll definitely miss them when college comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told them to act like we're friends; Another group shot before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/mg15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys &amp;amp; girls. I'm so not photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm leaving for San Francisco Thursday afternoon and will be staying there until Monday! I'm trying to fit in some plans with friends before I don't see them as much when I'm in San Diego.&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/4708479630401382234-6350064106541829272?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6350064106541829272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/miniature-golf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6350064106541829272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6350064106541829272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/miniature-golf.html' title='Miniature Golf'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-7490287274140692448</id><published>2009-09-08T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:51:36.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly...</title><content type='html'>I wish I was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp451acIdv1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 229px;" src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp451acIdv1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" 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/4708479630401382234-7490287274140692448?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7490287274140692448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7490287274140692448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7490287274140692448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly.html' title='Honestly...'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-155710317186848691</id><published>2009-09-07T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:40:55.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is definitely unfair.</title><content type='html'>The girl that is not capable of closing.&lt;br /&gt;They won't let me stay until closing at Chuckwagon and clean up because apparently I'm not capable of doing so. Poo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel even more frustrated as I come home to a messy room that I no longer sleep in or even use my computer. I've been sleeping in my brother's room for the past week or two because there's a spare bed in there and my oldest brother's computer that he left behind when he moved to Illinois. And since then, MY room has been a disaster with cousin's junk everywhere and what not. What sucks even more is that I feel like I surrendered my room. That I've lost this war of trying to get my room back to myself. Because as of now, it is like she owns the whole room. And guess what. She doesn't pay for rent. It was never enforced when she first moved in since her mother, my aunt, was living with us. Even though my aunt isn't living here anymore, it's unfair as if my mom is unwillingly letting her stay here for free. My mom doesn't want to kick her out because she doesn't think it is a nice thing to do. Yada yada. I am thankful I will be dorming in San Diego, but it would have been a lot nicer that she had moved out a long time ago. Oh the frustration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-155710317186848691?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/155710317186848691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-definitely-unfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/155710317186848691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/155710317186848691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-definitely-unfair.html' title='Life is definitely unfair.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-5195419349325759544</id><published>2009-09-06T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:51:45.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It irritates me that I still have two weeks left of being in the house of someone that I "share" my things with. I go out and so when I'm not home, who knows where my stuff goes. I am overly excited to move out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worries me to think about the future and what's ahead of me. I don't know if I'll love college. I don't know if I know what I want to do for the rest of my life in a few years. I don't know if I'll be hooked onto my past than to think about now and the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-5195419349325759544?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5195419349325759544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5195419349325759544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5195419349325759544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-890655181770239577</id><published>2009-09-05T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:46:43.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuckwagon Meeting &amp; Rollerskating</title><content type='html'>Today, well yesterday, Friday, was quite a day. We had a meeting at 1PM so I had to be ready by noon to go with some friends up to Pomona where the LA Fair is at for a Chuckwagon meeting. The ride there was typical. Traffic. We got lost to where we were suppose to park and we had no idea where Chuckwagon was located in the fair grounds. The fair grounds is ridiculously large and so much bigger than the OC Fair. We met up with other friends and headed towards Chuckwagon. It was like in the wayyy back from where we had parked. The fair grounds has more than 20 entries. I find that crazy. We only had FOUR at the OC Fair. Haha. The meeting was the usual. Irene went over things that I've heard for the fourth time probably. My friend asked where I got the marks on my arms, which are actually bug bites. James claims that he beats me up. Haha. Because they look like small bruises on my arms. Walking back to the car was torture because it was 106 degrees outside, when we're used to the 80's &amp;amp; 90's in Garden Grove. We stopped by Rite Aid after the meeting for some delicious one dollar scoop ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chuckmeeting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chuckmeeting1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chuckmeeting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chuckmeeting2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to post this one up because of Hung in the background :) ; Group shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chuckmeeting3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/chuckmeeting3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite Aid ice cream stop! Mmm Butter Pe-can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I rested a bit by watching P.S. I Love You for probably the 2nd or 3rd time. I didn't get to finish it because I was leaving the house around 6ish to go rollerskating with friends. The outcome was sad. There was 8 of us. Haha. Last time we went skating, there was over 20 of us. I wish I had a picture on me of the group picture of last time we went, but it's on my computer, which I am not on. Although there were only 8 of us, and only 5 of us skated, actually, 4, I had a great time with all of them. I actually find it more fun hanging out in a small group of friends rather than a big one because you don't bond with everyone. And because of the expected low outcome of this event, this is why I have CANCELLED the picnic. Plus, I'll be out of town for the set date I had planned originally for the picnic. I want everyone to get together, but it's hard that everyone has moved on with college and all. Two things that I will never without a doubt cancel is Thanksgiving Potluck and our Christmas Bash. So look forward to that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rollerskating, we went to eat at Al's. They have amazing burgers for such great prices. We stayed there til almost 11. I came home and was in a very good mood. I chit chatted with friends online and spur of the moment, I went to Jonathan's house. I stopped by Becky's house first to drop off a surprise. I haven't seen Jonathan for a good two weeks since he started school already and all, so it was nice just coming over and talking. I stayed there until 2ish and came home. I should be going to sleep because I have to be up at 8 or 9 tomorrow, but I choose to blog before I go to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip can't keep a straight face. Always looking super happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice shot; Haha Thuy holding onto the wall for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the rink; Andrew is so photogenic! So jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina took a picture of Becky's tooshy; We took a photo booth picture and it never came out. That's me in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuy &amp;amp; I messed around wtih the reflection inside of the photo booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture at the table; Rock on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around taking mug shots. Andrew couldn't keep a straight face so he just dropped his head cracking up on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind guy offered to take a group picture for us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extreme high fives :D I had to reach for his hands; One of the nice shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies. Becky's small cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/skating22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky's cheeseburger compared to Andrew's; The typical shot of what I ate. Too bad I forgot to take one at the beginning and that's why it's pretty eaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My last two weeks of summer are definitely going to be booked so I'm pretty excited. :) That includes LA Fair, Wild Rivers, San Francisco, and girls' sleep over. Gotta add in a few things more things, and plus I need to pack up and put stuff in boxes or else while I'm gone in San Diego, someone might throw away my things. ):&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/4708479630401382234-890655181770239577?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/890655181770239577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuckwagon-meeting-rollerskating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/890655181770239577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/890655181770239577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuckwagon-meeting-rollerskating.html' title='Chuckwagon Meeting &amp; Rollerskating'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-1062473663846462488</id><published>2009-09-03T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:59:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Movies</title><content type='html'>I need to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers 2&lt;br /&gt;Time Traveler's Wife&lt;br /&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;br /&gt;District 9&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Man&lt;br /&gt;The Hangover&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo&lt;br /&gt;The Proposal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-1062473663846462488?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1062473663846462488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/list-of-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1062473663846462488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/1062473663846462488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/list-of-movies.html' title='List of Movies'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-5134456717312660083</id><published>2009-09-03T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:37:58.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuki Sushi &amp; Getty Museum</title><content type='html'>Picture overload again! Yesterday I went to go eat at Yuki Sushi with James, Christina, and Lily. It's my second time eating sushi and the only place I've ate is Yuki Sushi. My older brother said he'd take me out to eat sushi at a place where the sushi melts in your mouth. Haha. So I'll be looking forward to that before going to college. After having sushi, we watched the ASB kids practice for the Homecoming skit. The theme is Pixar this year and I really love their plot line. I think that they just need to be in sync, have more enthusiasm and exaggeration, then add in the props and costumes, and they're set. :) They're doing the YES Dance for the pep assembly. I absolutely love it! Here's one the ASB schools doing the dance. I love love love "the fork in the garbage disposal" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xr_3BDkqkaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xr_3BDkqkaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="usjhhnuqvuopsfulaynz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/xr_3BDkqkaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sushi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sushi1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sushi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sushi2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina &amp;amp; Lily deciding what they want to eat; What I ate: Baked Salmon Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sushi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sushi3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sushi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sushi4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture; Honored guests that sit in royalty ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Getty Museum with Lily, Christina, and Linda today. We thought we'd be spending the whole day there, but I don't appreciate art that much that would make me stay there all day long. I picked the girls up by 9 or maybe even later. We got to the Getty Museum right about when it opened, 10AM. I really enjoyed looking at the decorative art (furniture and what not) and the sculptures, rather than the paintings. The garden was very pretty and I enjoyed taking pictures with the girls. We paid a visit to Hollywood after the Getty Museum, but didn't get to walk around because parking was 10 bucks. :| Maybe next time. Afterwards we ate at Guppy Tea House in Cerritos. There was so much food! But it was quite delicious. We were all quite bloated and tired after eating so I dropped them all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I pretty much knocked out for a good 3-4 hours until Thuy called me asking to scan something for her. Tracy and Chau gave a surprise visit and told me to go outside with my bike. We visited Kim Tran. :) I came home and chilled for a bit until I went out with Kim Tran. We had some Starbucks and talked, which I very much like doing with Kim. :) Now I'm here eating my hot rice and indulging in my jelly drink. This is a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the art that I found very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome sculpture; I love Lily's imitation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinning lady?; Linda imitated and I did the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the decorative rooms with lots of mirrors; In front of the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love both of these shots. I'm such an amateur at taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful garden; Group picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our silly shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a room with these pipes that you connect. We connected all of them and took pictures with them :) I love Lily's and Linda's shot the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/getty21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome mirrors; I absolutely love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/guppy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/guppy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/guppy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/guppy2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fried rice; Popcorn chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/guppy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/guppy3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/guppy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/guppy4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter coconut brick toast; Shaved ice with strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not photogenic. ): Good thing I'm the one behind the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-5134456717312660083?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5134456717312660083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/yuki-sushi-getty-museum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5134456717312660083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5134456717312660083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/yuki-sushi-getty-museum.html' title='Yuki Sushi &amp; Getty Museum'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-2636905853085440443</id><published>2009-09-02T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:48:40.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love on the Rocks - Sara Bareilles</title><content type='html'>Here's a simplification of everything we're going through&lt;br /&gt;You plus me is bad news&lt;br /&gt;But you're a lovely craetion and I like to think that I am too&lt;br /&gt;But my friend sand I look better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue tied and twisted, go on baby and go to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, baby believe me&lt;br /&gt;If I stay it ain't gonna be easy&lt;br /&gt;Okay we'll do it your way&lt;br /&gt;But this is the last time&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the beautiful sound of love coming down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to her music.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll be back with a 'what i did' update.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-2636905853085440443?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/2636905853085440443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-on-rocks-sara-bareilles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/2636905853085440443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/2636905853085440443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-on-rocks-sara-bareilles.html' title='Love on the Rocks - Sara Bareilles'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-8790752570085239834</id><published>2009-09-01T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:45:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were."</title><content type='html'>Who the fack came up with this quote???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days without cracking.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 days without cracking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-8790752570085239834?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/8790752570085239834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/bah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8790752570085239834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/8790752570085239834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/09/bah.html' title='&quot;If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don&apos;t, they never were.&quot;'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-551407866120525842</id><published>2009-08-31T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:39:34.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Okay. So I've been taking pictures, but haven't posted any of them up. Here it goes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beach with Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/beach1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/beach2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/beach2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the intersection, walking back to the car. Haha, Marco looks blind; The Domo in my car :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/beach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/beach3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/beach4.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/beach4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco took snapshots of Chau &amp;amp; Jonathan as I was driving; Allertos (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael's Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/michael1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/michael1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/michael2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/michael2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in line for tacos; I just had to post this picture up of Jerry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/michael3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/michael3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/michael4.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/michael4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle loves fruits; Birthday boy and his girlfriend, Becky/Decor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tofu House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tofuhouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tofuhouse1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tofuhouse2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/tofuhouse2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle posing for the camera, as usual; And her sparkling whites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Block at Orange, Billiards, Denny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran3.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuck this shot when he was cashiering; Walking around at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky/Decor &amp;amp; Thuy waiting for Enrique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran5.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billiards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran8.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky :) ; Phillip looks bloated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/ran7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/icecreamrun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/icecreamrun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bikefriends.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/bikefriends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream run with Lily :); Biking with the girls, Chau, Michelle, Tiff, Me, &amp;amp; Tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boiling Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messing around with the ketchup; My shrimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab5.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy food! ; After eating, look at the beat up wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/boilingcrab4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed Thuy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/kitty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sparkles.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v458/scribblezo8/sparkles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty when she was younger &amp;amp; a shot of Sparkles when I first got my new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't had an appetite since Thursday. The past two days I've only been having dinner. It's not that I refuse to eat, it's just that I don't think about eating. I've actually dedicated myself to play some piano (though I'm a slow learner). And right now my mind is racing with tons of things I want to get done. I have a date with Kim Wednesday Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-551407866120525842?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/551407866120525842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-frenzy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/551407866120525842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/551407866120525842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-frenzy.html' title='Picture Frenzy'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6711888300153858017</id><published>2009-08-31T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:44:23.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm afraid I'll lose him."</title><content type='html'>I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"August 5th 2009&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's ahead of me. I don't know if everything might turn out horrible or not. But I do know that it is me who determines my future.&lt;br /&gt;Kiki"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6711888300153858017?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6711888300153858017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-afraid-ill-lose-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6711888300153858017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6711888300153858017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-afraid-ill-lose-him.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m afraid I&apos;ll lose him.&quot;'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-2551575551091735568</id><published>2009-08-31T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:36:38.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sickness</title><content type='html'>Ha! I knew that I'd catch something in August and I did. Late June, I got a terrible rash that was all over my arms, legs, face, and neck. Benadryl didn't do jack so I ended up having to go to the doctor to prescribe to a medicine. For a good week, I was on a medicine, having to take a pill at a certain time of the day. Also, I had to apply a cream on my face. That was June/July. Late July, I got food poisoning and ended up vomiting at work! Absolutely disgusting. For a day or two, I had no appetite and all I ate was rice porridge. After those two experiences, I thought, something's probably going to happen to me in August. And yes, it did. I started getting these huge disgusting bug bites all over my arms. There's at least 10 of them. Yuck. I'd itch occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's three more weeks of summer and because of this stupid break up, it feels like it's going to be dreadful. I have the following week already planned already.&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner with Thuy.&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe box.&lt;br /&gt;- Hanging out with Chau.&lt;br /&gt;- Dorm shopping with Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;- Getty Museum.&lt;br /&gt;- Rollerskating.&lt;br /&gt;- Pomona Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just ONE week. I really wanted to travel because I never do so I'm thinking of going to San Francisco with some friends right before I move to San Diego. It's not definite, but we'll see. I also wanted to road trip for a day or two, but I have no idea where. Haha. Must I add Wild Rivers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the picnic is still on! It'll be on the 12th so keep that Saturday free! I'm just awfully lazy to plan it now. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity - Sara Barielles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-2551575551091735568?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/2551575551091735568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-sickness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/2551575551091735568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/2551575551091735568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-sickness.html' title='Summer Sickness'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4620428707995585156</id><published>2009-08-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:48:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen Eyes and a Gallon of Tears</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why all of this has to happen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4620428707995585156?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4620428707995585156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/swollen-eyes-and-gallon-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4620428707995585156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4620428707995585156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/swollen-eyes-and-gallon-of-tears.html' title='Swollen Eyes and a Gallon of Tears'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6865292833861840543</id><published>2009-08-28T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:16:59.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Ups.</title><content type='html'>A FRESH START.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6865292833861840543?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6865292833861840543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/break-ups.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6865292833861840543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6865292833861840543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/break-ups.html' title='Break Ups.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-7103623667331581785</id><published>2009-08-28T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:27:01.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships...</title><content type='html'>suck. But are wonderful at the same time. As much as you argue so much with a person... that all cancels out because you think of all of the wonderful times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fucking sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-7103623667331581785?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7103623667331581785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7103623667331581785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/7103623667331581785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/relationships.html' title='Relationships...'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4882446661958235455</id><published>2009-08-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:20:45.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A List of Things I Hate About Myself</title><content type='html'>- I expect too much in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;- I am very uptight.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know how to be carefree.&lt;br /&gt;- I get emotional easy.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm clingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it's going to work out during college. The distance between schools is 2 hours without traffic. 3 with traffic. I ask for a lot of attention and I want this relationship to last more than he does. And, when any girl that comes around and sweeps him off his feet, that's when I'm no longer in the picture. I ask for random texts and phone calls. I wish that he would take me out on dates. Am I asking too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4882446661958235455?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4882446661958235455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/list-of-things-i-hate-about-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4882446661958235455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4882446661958235455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/list-of-things-i-hate-about-myself.html' title='A List of Things I Hate About Myself'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4166509090739038583</id><published>2009-08-26T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:17:04.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>Hey friends. I hope you guys read my blog because it carries important information :) Before we all go off to college I wanted to get together one last time. Just a heads up now, I'll be planning a picnic. It'll most likely be on a Saturday or Sunday in early September at Mile Square Park. I got to check up on people's work schedules and what not. It's going to be a pitch in so make sure you bring money the day of. I'll probably ask people to bring some of their homemade food also. More info later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4166509090739038583?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4166509090739038583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/picnic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4166509090739038583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4166509090739038583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-2838416607802725635</id><published>2009-08-26T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:36:42.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Quarter Schedule</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. Deciding what classes you want to take and when you want to take them and what not is rather time consuming and frustrating. My brother (UCSD alumni) told me to take 16 units, but all of my friends are taking around 12-14, plus, the ones that have gone through their freshman year of college suggested to take 12 to 14 units. So... I'm listening to the friends. UCSD is different compared to how you enroll in other colleges. In other colleges, when you go to your orientation, that is when you enroll in classes. In UCSD, you are scheduled an enrollment time and you enroll your classes online. My enrollment time is tomorrow at 8:40am. I'm waking up around 7 to take Kitty to go get spayed. $55 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was invited to go to a bonfire on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;- My dad, brothers, and I are celebrating my older brother's birthday on Saturday. Plus, I'm - getting more stuff for my dorm. That reminds me, they let us know who are roommates are. I was hoping to get the bottom bunk, but was assigned to the top bunk with the desk and closet underneath it.&lt;br /&gt;- I really just want to pack everything right now.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to go on a date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-2838416607802725635?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/2838416607802725635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/fall-quarter-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/2838416607802725635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/2838416607802725635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/fall-quarter-schedule.html' title='Fall Quarter Schedule'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-5085370712351139994</id><published>2009-08-25T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:29:25.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Wings</title><content type='html'>I'm craving for hot wings. I've tried WingStop and Hooters. I haven't tried WingNut, but I heard they're the best out of the three, but pricey. I like Hooters hot wings. :) 10 pieces ofr 4.50 during Happy Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;- Update journal.&lt;br /&gt;- Make collages.&lt;br /&gt;- Organize clothes and scavenger for stolen clothes.&lt;br /&gt;- UCSD stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-5085370712351139994?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5085370712351139994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5085370712351139994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/5085370712351139994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-wings.html' title='Hot Wings'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-9142515412217760390</id><published>2009-08-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:24:31.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random 20</title><content type='html'>I got this from Christina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't think I have a life.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a shopaholic. I love clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;3. I consistently buy heels even though I know I won't be able to wear them much when college comes around.&lt;br /&gt;4. I usually, without thinking, plan what I'm going to do for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;5. I deeply love my friends and wish I were a lot closer to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't know how to let loose and be carefree. I'm really uptight.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm a party pooper... can someone change that about me?&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm scared of it never being the same with the group of friends I hang out with after everyone go their separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;9. I've been keeping a written journal since my second year in high school. I'm on my 6th or 7th journal.&lt;br /&gt;10. I absolutely LOVE taking pictures, but it annoys me that people don't cooperate with me. Pictures = memories.&lt;br /&gt;11. When I'm bored, I look at websites like LOOKBOOK.nu and CHICTOPIA.com that have people post what they wear. It's my fashion inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm scared for the future because I don't know what I want to, what I have a passion for.&lt;br /&gt;13. When I want time alone, I read magazines at Barnes and Noble.&lt;br /&gt;14. I have a dog and a cat, Sparkles and Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;15. My biggest flaw is my acne scars.&lt;br /&gt;16. I drive a Scion TC.&lt;br /&gt;17. I've been rooming with the most annoying cousin that checks up on everyone in the house every other second to see what they're doing. She doesn't have a life.&lt;br /&gt;18. The Magic Wallet is the coolest shit ever made.&lt;br /&gt;19. My favorite comedy show is Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm attached to a boy named Marco Gutierrez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-9142515412217760390?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/9142515412217760390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/9142515412217760390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/9142515412217760390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-20.html' title='Random 20'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-4788318428435467504</id><published>2009-08-24T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:21:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shitty night</title><content type='html'>I went to bed at around 10pm. I didn't fall asleep until 3am. I got up constantly feeling angered and sad. I cried a lot. I had plans for tennis at 9. I only played for less than 30 minutes. I fucking feel miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-4788318428435467504?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4788318428435467504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/shitty-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4788318428435467504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/4788318428435467504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/shitty-night.html' title='shitty night'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708479630401382234.post-6842200674236776777</id><published>2009-08-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:06:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>im sorry xanga. blogspot called. i needed a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708479630401382234-6842200674236776777?l=kikinatorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6842200674236776777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6842200674236776777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708479630401382234/posts/default/6842200674236776777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikinatorr.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>sweet girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024231599604609055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
