<?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-8515796981480432573</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:01:39.085-04:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='earth day'/><category term='airplane'/><category term='jedi'/><category term='commercial'/><category term='lollipops'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='michael buble'/><category term='winter'/><category term='kaki king'/><category term='train'/><category term='matthew mccounaughey'/><category term='superbowl'/><category term='kate hudson'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='super trio 2008'/><category 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wong'/><category term='august rush'/><category term='niu'/><category term='ethiopia'/><category term='lydia shum'/><category term='chinese house'/><category term='bari improv'/><category term='creep'/><category term='ang lee'/><category term='awards'/><category term='crosswalk'/><category term='caution'/><category term='cash'/><category term='subway'/><category term='snowboarding'/><category term='finals'/><category term='post-it'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='yo yo ma'/><category term='snow'/><category term='chinese'/><category term='umbrella'/><category term='pregnancies'/><title type='text'>my thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-854135783357467928</id><published>2008-07-01T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>it's fast approaching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and i'm still in asia. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to be back to celebrate and be American. i hate being here on our holiday and have people around me be ignorant about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i want to watch fireworks; i want to do bbq&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i really miss home now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/8515796981480432573-854135783357467928?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/854135783357467928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=854135783357467928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/854135783357467928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/854135783357467928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-6528369201528571878</id><published>2008-06-22T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;the bus driver for my bus this morning was wearing Ray Ban sunglasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;how cool is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-6528369201528571878?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/6528369201528571878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=6528369201528571878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6528369201528571878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6528369201528571878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/06/bus-driver-for-my-bus-this-morning-was.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7800167085613850020</id><published>2008-06-20T02:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:19.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SFtL4n85lVI/AAAAAAAAANY/iMyOBgI8sPM/s1600-h/5065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SFtL4n85lVI/AAAAAAAAANY/iMyOBgI8sPM/s320/5065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213844429780653394"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you cant read what her t-shirt says, then: "real girls eat meat" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i eat meat but i also do have friends who don't eat meat, but i still think they're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-7800167085613850020?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SFtL4n85lVI/AAAAAAAAANY/iMyOBgI8sPM/s72-c/5065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1011645425060496772</id><published>2008-06-20T02:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:20.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if ya'll haven't seen the latest [hottest bachelors] in people magazine, then you need to go get a copy. some of them are quite on the mark, but mario lopez, i have to say, has a pretty disgusting body. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know he's a fitness buff and that's what they're supposed to look like, but in that two page spread of him in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-1011645425060496772?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1011645425060496772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1011645425060496772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1011645425060496772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1011645425060496772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-yall-havent-seen-latest-hottest.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-680656075647779040</id><published>2008-06-20T02:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:20.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, most of you know that i am on vacation in asia, but lets be frank, im in hong kong. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've ranted about hong kong before and the distastes that i have for it, so im not going to repeat it, but having been here for about three weeks now, i dont want to speak chinese anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-680656075647779040?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/680656075647779040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=680656075647779040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/680656075647779040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/680656075647779040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-most-of-you-know-that-i-am-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-6280811115359683145</id><published>2008-06-05T03:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>your rear end</title><content type='html'>i went to shenzhen the other night for a nice massage [not really shenzhen...you have to take some suspicious looking car to some other ... state? --i dont know how to translate to english] but anyhoo, on my way down the escalators, i just happened to look over at the up escalator and saw this man holding his baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing special about that, but then i was like, why is he clamping some peaches by the baby's bottom? ... duh. they weren't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juicy looking peaches&lt;/span&gt;, they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WERE&lt;/span&gt; the baby's bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've been to china, im sure you know what i'm talking about. there are these specially designed little tyke outfits that have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mini hole&lt;/span&gt; right on the kid's bottom for peepee convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really??&lt;/span&gt; the kid was only about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 months&lt;/span&gt;. he can't even sit up , hardly go to the bathroom on his own. and i assume it would be quite gross to just be lying in bed with your 5 month old son, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who doesn't speak by the way&lt;/span&gt;, and all of a sudden he poops. and you can't get mad because you didn't put a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; diaper on the kid and he doesn't talk. what's worse is if you're holding the kid in public and it poops on your arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about lack of hygiene. my goodness. forget convenience, just get the kid a diaper, and if you can't afford those, then use the cloth ones and just rewash them. THATS got to be better than leaving the kids rear end open for the world to see. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poor kid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-6280811115359683145?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/6280811115359683145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=6280811115359683145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6280811115359683145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6280811115359683145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-rear-end.html' title='your rear end'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7315802064534047539</id><published>2008-05-22T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if ya'll haven't noticed by now, im taking short spurts of breaks on the blog. not because i have nothing to say, but because im on vacation, and you should be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a bit frustrating actually because at home in the states, i have problems connecting to my phone carrier and occasionally my internet will suddenly disappear because i live in a forest. [not quite, but our neighborhood is surrounded by trees...good for privacy but sucks for connection.] so oddly enough, when im here on vacation at home in asia, i am once again surrounded by a mass of trees. its a good thing to an extent. i get to breath fresher air and my neighbors wont be able to see my through their high rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[but dude, life without some internet can be such a hassle. thank god my phone works here.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how hot most parts of asia can be. i think its even worse when you open the windows for "fresh air" because all you'll get is bursts of hot air. flip flops, tank tops, and shorts dont quite cut it here especially with all that walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you guys are all having fun wherever you are! and i'll be sure to update when i see some weird stuff here. so far its been okay. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-7315802064534047539?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7315802064534047539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7315802064534047539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7315802064534047539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7315802064534047539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-yall-havent-noticed-by-now-im-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-2537006012363656513</id><published>2008-05-15T00:06:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all-american girl</title><content type='html'>i am chinese, but a hyphenated one at that. i relate to both my american culture and my chinese culture...i would like to say, evenly. but just recently, a friend shed some light on my fencing. she said: "chinese culture is your interest, but you live a white american" -- so true.&lt;div&gt;so what is american culture?? sports, beer, and hooters. cept i dont work at hooters, and beer is not my particular favorite alcoholic beverage, although i will tolerate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are my sports line up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NFL - New England Patriots : number 84 Tyson DeVree [i have a thing for tight ends because i think Jason Witten from Dallas Cowboys is hot too] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SCzih9_vkPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c5xYc28VEdA/s320/New-England-Patriots--C10138700.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200780742911561970" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SCzj29_vkQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YkWNDRVaOy0/s320/76882525.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200782203200442626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MBL - Boston Red Sox : Pitcher Jon Lester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SCzkWt_vkRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wCUaFwNQ7es/s320/CircleSoxLogo2in.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200782748661289234" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SCzk-N_vkSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PpIYc6JMj10/s320/bdd_627_jl_ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200783427266122018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NHL - NY Rangers : Defenseman Bobby Sanguinetti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SCzmU9_vkUI/AAAAAAAAANA/k1qlyMBLQFw/s320/rangers.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200784917619773762" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SCznuN_vkWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TipQLk0NdGg/s320/img.104727_t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200786450923098466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry. i dont like basketball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8515796981480432573-2537006012363656513?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/2537006012363656513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=2537006012363656513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2537006012363656513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2537006012363656513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-american-girl.html' title='all-american girl'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SCzih9_vkPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c5xYc28VEdA/s72-c/New-England-Patriots--C10138700.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1376404233109339526</id><published>2008-05-12T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM FINALLY FINISHED WITH FINALS. say that three times fast. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the perks of being an english major, is that you finish early [but i say with more work] and you get to sit around and watch your buddies suffer actual studying of math and science. then its like, SUCKERS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, do not think for one minute that we did not do our fair share of work. we have probably written more papers on more books than you have ever written for the entire year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yes, those of you who still do have finals...good luck, and sucks to be you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-1376404233109339526?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1376404233109339526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1376404233109339526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>i was watching this chinese tv show, and one of the games is similar to charades, but since it is a chinese show, they have to say the clues in english without saying the word(s) in the answer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, &lt;a href="http://www.moviesboom.com/images/castcrew/full/1567_6.jpg"&gt;jordan chan&lt;/a&gt; [who's english is horrible] was up, and the answer was ETHIOPIA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"some country --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;very hungry --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;--black guy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this was just one that he did that i thought was very funny, but all of his were funny [the black guy one is the third clue in the clip if you're looking] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyPYR1mX_X4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyPYR1mX_X4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-1589180548693432287?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1589180548693432287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1589180548693432287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1589180548693432287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1589180548693432287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-watching-this-chinese-tv-show-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-412953213372885228</id><published>2008-05-05T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was talking to my younger cousin, and we were talking about him and his mother and how she constantly nags him like a faithful chinese mother to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get a better A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: "she's a woman ... naggers" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...i dont know how i should respond to that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-412953213372885228?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/412953213372885228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=412953213372885228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/412953213372885228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/412953213372885228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-talking-to-my-younger-cousin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-5947252364713429731</id><published>2008-05-04T15:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolt bus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to do a plug here, because i really do love this new bus. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in NY for the weekend with my mom at our LI house, and now, im taking the bus back to jersey. and usually, i take the chinatown buses, the ones that are dirty and the seats are all ripped up and the entire bus smells like pee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this time, im taking a bus called BOLT BUS. started by greyhound. and it's not expensive at all. a trip for me from philly to NY is only $12 and it takes you to chinatown in philly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why am i raving about this bus? listen now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. this bus has it's own electrical plugs, meaning you can plug in your phone and charge it, or even your laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. it has it's own wifi. so, while im sitting here on the bus for a two hour ride to philly, im doing my blog too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. its clean. it doesn't smell like pee, the driver is very courteous, and the seats are not ripped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. its organized. typically on the chinatown buses, run by china people... go figure. they are not organized whatsoever, so people will push around and throw your luggage around if you're not bigger or scarier looking. the bolt buses, you are not allowed to buy the ticket on the bus, so you have to have purchased your ticket ahead of time online. and its by section so in essence, you're guaranteed a seat for the time slot you've bought the trip for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, this is called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLT BUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it's bright orange. i love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-5947252364713429731?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/5947252364713429731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=5947252364713429731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5947252364713429731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5947252364713429731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-to-do-plug-here-because-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-5882272981402996238</id><published>2008-04-27T18:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yo yo ma'/><title type='text'>13 days till summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cousin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"did you know that there is this famous music guy and his name is &lt;strong&gt;yo mama&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; "what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cousin:&lt;/span&gt; "yeah, yo mama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uncle:&lt;/span&gt; "it's yo yo ma...not yo mama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-5882272981402996238?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/5882272981402996238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=5882272981402996238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5882272981402996238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5882272981402996238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/13-days-till-summer.html' title='13 days till summer'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-6444763920852948576</id><published>2008-04-24T13:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl talk'/><title type='text'>14 days till summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;coded talking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;no, i'm not talking about the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;navajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; language. i'm talking about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What is said: "God! You're so skinny!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Translated as: "God, you have small boobs!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What is said: "I really like your shirt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Translated as: "I have that same exact shirt and I'm never wearing it again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What is said: "You're boyfriend is really cute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Translated as: "I think he's gay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What is said: "I'm starving!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Translated as: "I just want a salad." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;gosh, girls can be so vicious sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8515796981480432573-6444763920852948576?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/6444763920852948576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=6444763920852948576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6444763920852948576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6444763920852948576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/14-days-till-summer.html' title='14 days till summer'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-58260323554076015</id><published>2008-04-22T15:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; and Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i know a lot of people say this to us, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OUR world and its up to us to make the difference. its easy to go green; like everything else, do baby steps, and that's all it takes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;appreciate our EARTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-58260323554076015?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/58260323554076015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=58260323554076015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/58260323554076015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/58260323554076015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-earth-day-do-good-and-go-green-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-5763536583878578859</id><published>2008-04-22T00:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>16 days till summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;gosh, im so excited i can pee in my pants ... after my finals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;---i am proud to announce that---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i've seen a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sixth&lt;/span&gt; toe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;[it is perhaps the grossest thing i have ever encountered. it was just an over grown toe over her second to last one and she just kept wiggling it during class since she was wearing flip flops. ew.] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i am being completely sarcastic by the way. this is not my proudest moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-5763536583878578859?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/5763536583878578859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=5763536583878578859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5763536583878578859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5763536583878578859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/16-days-till-summer.html' title='16 days till summer'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7224978575556046427</id><published>2008-04-18T08:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tissues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>18 days till summer</title><content type='html'>there are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; things that i can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; find in my house:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. a box of tissues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. my clothes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, this might sound real funny, but its not. its an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;epidemic&lt;/span&gt;! the boxes of tissues, no matter where i might leave them at say, 1 o'clock, go missing at around 1:05! i have a theory its because people keep using them as targets for high-leg kicks and that usually knocks them off to every which direction. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;, my youngest cousin, he's two now, and he loves, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; to go around to every single tissue box [which there's like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 or 7&lt;/span&gt; lying around in the house by this time] and pull out the first couple of tissues or whenever he feels like he can stop, and actually wipe them on his nose. which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;cute that he knows how to do that. but then the bad thing is that he'll &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; stick them back in the box! so the fact that he pulls a couple of them out and uses them &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;to wipe his nose, and puts it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; is not cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there's the clothes. our sofas in the house are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not for sitting&lt;/span&gt;, but for clothes. we do clothes by the load every single day and when they dry we fold them on the sofa and we leave it there until someone go gets them. now, the problem with doing that is that sometimes someone's clothes may look the same as the other person's and so they get folded with their pile of clothes. so with that happening, clothes get mixed up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt; and therefore i end up losing my jeans, or my t-shirts or underwear. [it might sound weird, but it does happen] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...or maybe its just my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-7224978575556046427?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7224978575556046427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7224978575556046427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7224978575556046427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7224978575556046427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/18-days-till-school.html' title='18 days till summer'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-8547821855512768833</id><published>2008-04-17T15:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-it'/><title type='text'>19 days till summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SAei5RgDKGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sIN__c2C7t0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SAei5RgDKGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sIN__c2C7t0/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190296200401856610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-8547821855512768833?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/8547821855512768833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=8547821855512768833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/8547821855512768833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/8547821855512768833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/19-days-till-summer.html' title='19 days till summer'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SAei5RgDKGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sIN__c2C7t0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-475482858752873188</id><published>2008-04-16T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer wear'/><title type='text'>20 days till summer</title><content type='html'>so it's finally feeling like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; is coming. the weather is getting much warmer and people's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;moods&lt;/span&gt; are a lot lighter. which is a good thing, especially since im in school, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'd like my professors to be happy-go-lucky so we can perhaps forget about the in-class surprise quiz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but with the good weather, there are also some things that are unwanted as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. navel exposing t-shirts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by all means, be my guest to wear these &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;risque&lt;/span&gt; shirts if you have the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty navel and bottom half &lt;/span&gt;to show off, but if you don't then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please spare our eyes&lt;/span&gt;. i do not understand when someone who has a huge gut wears a tight shirt like that, and lets a bulge of their fat hangs out over their jeans.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; its not sexy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2. flip flops:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flip flops are good. but when you have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toe hair thats as long as your fingers&lt;/span&gt;, then don't do it. if you want to, then shave. also, socks with flip flops? they don't go. maybe if you're in japan, but thats different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. speaking of shaving, you've got to shave your armpits if you're going to wear no sleeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i remember there was this one girl in my middle school who wore a tank top during the end of the school year. she rose her hand to answer a question, and i swear, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was like a bushel under there&lt;/span&gt;. [shudders]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;4. bras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lately there's been a trend for girls to show a little bit of their bra because supposedly its sexy. now, i agree, that there are certain ways to wear it to make it look nice, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a) if your bra is like, yellow and stained, then don't wear it b) i said a little bit. not a whole half of your bra c) you're supposed to wear a top over it, and not just walk out stark in your bra. that doesn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-475482858752873188?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-821967820699198426</id><published>2008-04-15T11:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby talk'/><title type='text'>21 days till summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;baby:&lt;/span&gt; auntie kay--see, when can we go on the hair pain? its takin too long. it needs to come fasta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...two minutes later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;baby:&lt;/span&gt; auntie kay--see, i need to go to the we potty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;baby dictionary: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"hair pain" = airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"we potty" = potty [the 'we' came from when i talked about the dog's weewee pad...which is a potty pad for dogs] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i love babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-821967820699198426?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/821967820699198426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=821967820699198426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>23 days till summer</title><content type='html'>i was house hunting with my mom in DC/VA a couple of weeks before [my spring break to be exact] and there was this beautiful house that we saw, but had no idea who the owners were, whatsoever [sometimes they'd have pictures or your realtor would tell you]. but once i walked inside, i was like, god this house is so chinese. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so how can you tell how chinese a house is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. the furniture is all un-matching. chinese people are horrible at decorating, save a few like &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/hgtv/design_star/article/0,,HGTV_29536_5553566,00.html"&gt;vern yip&lt;/a&gt;. there might be baby blue carpets, wall to wall mind you, and then there might be a large brown and black stained floral sofa paired with a beige love seat that has small cushions with chinese designs on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. there's tiger balm somewhere. if you look in the bathroom cabinet or a cabinet in the kitchen where all the medicine is kept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. those smelly rags. you know what i'm talking about. those ugly white rags they use to wipe the table with. it really smells. it reminds me of that commercial with that lady wiping the chicken on her counter to emphasize all the germ she's putting back on the counter by using the same rag over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. there's an odd smell throughout the house. it could be an excessive use of moth balls or just some ... herbal soup boiling in the kitchen. if it's neither, then it just might be that the people smell, i don't know what to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. plants. a chinese house always has plants. supposedly the higher they grow, the more money you'd get... talk about being realistic. at least they'll get more oxygen for their kids to think regularly when they get married and have their own home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no worries, the house that we saw was not like what i described. turned out they were white  with a weird fancy for asian things. they had matching furniture. [we got it. if you were curious]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-6478722901871208993?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/6478722901871208993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=6478722901871208993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6478722901871208993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6478722901871208993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/23-days-till-summer.html' title='23 days till summer'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7724543890896576825</id><published>2008-04-10T12:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i still haven't counted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;join the hype and get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R_5GC58_uSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mM8gi6TiKio/s1600-h/skype_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R_5GC58_uSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mM8gi6TiKio/s320/skype_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187660836507728162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;'d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-7724543890896576825?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7724543890896576825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7724543890896576825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7724543890896576825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7724543890896576825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-still-havent-counted.html' title='i still haven&apos;t counted'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R_5GC58_uSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mM8gi6TiKio/s72-c/skype_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4276577173272040701</id><published>2008-04-08T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i've lost count</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-4276577173272040701?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4276577173272040701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4276577173272040701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4276577173272040701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4276577173272040701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-lost-count.html' title='i&apos;ve lost count'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4694315498325777883</id><published>2008-04-01T20:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaki king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bari improv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august rush'/><title type='text'>32 days till summer</title><content type='html'>FINALLY some warm weather. i can deal with the rain, thats not a problem as long as i can wear some lighter clothes now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R_LPriR_hkI/AAAAAAAAALU/NSy4bCIYj3s/s320/3984934_main.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184434467900458562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had just watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;august rush &lt;/span&gt;and i have to say, i really do love it. i love how this movie is so much about music; i find that it really captures the feelings of musicians, classic or hard rock, and i love that. the music in it is, needless to say, brilliant. a lot of people didn't like it and i can't seem to understand why it didn't win any oscars because god knows its much better than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enchanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, this is one of my favorite songs in the movie. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is talent&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSI4_9OhwV8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSI4_9OhwV8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the name of the song is called "bari improv" played by kaki king &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/AzobIL6KAg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/AzobIL6KAg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-4694315498325777883?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4694315498325777883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4694315498325777883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4694315498325777883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4694315498325777883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/04/32-days-till-summer.html' title='32 days till summer'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R_LPriR_hkI/AAAAAAAAALU/NSy4bCIYj3s/s72-c/3984934_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7514421536940302093</id><published>2008-03-31T19:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:16.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>33 days till summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...it was only three days ago that i blogged...why does it feel like forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt; note &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; - may 18th : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;returning&lt;/span&gt; - august 12th] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;im stoked &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lets play &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hide and seek&lt;/span&gt; at the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-7514421536940302093?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7514421536940302093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7514421536940302093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7514421536940302093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7514421536940302093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/03/33-days-till-summer.html' title='33 days till summer'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-5577613744419210786</id><published>2008-03-25T13:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:20:11.519-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matthew mccounaughey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to lose a guy in 10 days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie tong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bosco wong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the seventh day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate hudson'/><title type='text'>where have all the ... semester days ... gone??</title><content type='html'>do you realize that we only have 36 days of school left? &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, let me rephrase that, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I ONLY HAVE 36 DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT!&lt;/span&gt; [im not counting weekends --&gt; so please, don't say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, you have yada yada yada days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. - no, screw you]&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have NO IDEA whatsoever where my sophomore year went... i mean, i know i went to classes and i know i took exams, but. what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets talk about spring break. i did absolutely nothing and it was the worst time i've had. EXCEPT for the fact that i watched The Seventh Day, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;finished it, and loved it&lt;/span&gt;. i hope ya'll had fun and went on cruises or road trips or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really did like the way Bosco and Natalie communicated with each other on screen, i thought they balanced each other real well. but i do have something to say about their story line, no matter how much i love that natalie had perhaps just won &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;the favorite breakthrough actress" &lt;/span&gt;for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R-k8NiR_hhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/u9UgPiUxZ7M/s320/0110enew08b1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181739049504704018" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R-k8kyR_hiI/AAAAAAAAALE/9Muv9q8ItCs/s320/388130489_6960da217f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181739448936662562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;did their story remind you of each other??&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it certainly did for me. How to Lose A Guy In 10 Days has been a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; film of mine when it came out all the way till now. i love the idea of the story and i love the chemistry that Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson had. so when i watched The Seventh Day, and saw the similarity with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HTLAGI10D&lt;/span&gt; [isn't that a funny abbreviation?!] i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; all that disappointed. i mean, i was bummed that TVB couldn't think of their own story plots, but i loved loved loved how well Bosco Wong and Natalie Tong were both with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;similar story plots &lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natalie Tong plays a sassy comic writer/drawer. She has problems with coming up with topics and uses her friends' stories to help give her inspirations. She has a posse that help her and encourage her on when the feelings start to arouse her senses for romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bosco Wong is a handsome guy with a posse that is less witty than he. He has a motive for dating Natalie and stays on with her even though some of the things she does is way beyond normal girlfriend behavior. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both end up falling for each other and they find out their ulterior motives for each other in the end...with a happy ending. [go figure]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kate Hudson is a magazine columnist for the highest selling woman's magazine in NYC. she has dreams to write about politics but her boss only allows her to write about shoes, bags and whatnot. she uses her friend michelle's breakup story as a base for her new column on how to lose a guy in 10 days. ["5 is too short, and we go to press in 11"] she vows to use only the mistakes that girls often use by accident to drive away an unsuspecting guy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she has all these horrible things done to Matthew's character, but he doesn't budge, because he has a bet with his boss that he could make a girl fall in love with him in 10 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you can see the similarities even just by skimming the surface. some of the things that they do to each other are very similar too [like, taking each other to a concert instead of a game, or interrupting his boys night. etc.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so over all, snaps to Natalie for portraying this crazy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one woman circus&lt;/span&gt; role. loved her. maybe after this, TVB will give her more main actress roles instead of being the cameo all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R-lBHSR_hjI/AAAAAAAAALM/KHCo6atGdik/s320/normal_tsdbosconatalie_000000122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181744439688660530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/8515796981480432573-5577613744419210786?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/5577613744419210786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=5577613744419210786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5577613744419210786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5577613744419210786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-have-all-semester-days-gone.html' title='where have all the ... semester days ... gone??'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R-k8NiR_hhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/u9UgPiUxZ7M/s72-c/0110enew08b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-981105452664929348</id><published>2008-03-13T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:32:39.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon loves lime'/><title type='text'>that's FIERCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;im gonna do a mini plug here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my good friend's aunt just opened up her own children's clothing line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;check it out --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lemonloveslime.com/"&gt;Lemon Loves Lime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-981105452664929348?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/981105452664929348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=981105452664929348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/981105452664929348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/981105452664929348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-fierce.html' title='that&apos;s FIERCE!'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4998203630616018494</id><published>2008-03-13T10:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:37:22.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway'/><title type='text'>whoops</title><content type='html'>so, as i am in the midst -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;knee deep in midterms&lt;/span&gt; -- i decided that i needed a break and went out to philly to have some shopping and dinner... it ended up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;pouring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;buckets of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;. but that's fine. i needed to get out, i was desperate. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, friend and i were at the subway - the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PATCO&lt;/span&gt; - and we were talking ... and i was swinging my umbrella ... and [GASP] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "MY UMBRELLA!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend: [points and laugh]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my umbrella ends up lodged in between the train tracks, the handle extended all the way out, sticking out of the tracks. THEN, i look up and i see the freakin train coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R9k7Y95qdgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BbJV1zO30ys/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177234546758415874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "god i hope i dont break the subway" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend: [still laughing] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the good thing is, i DIDNT break it. i was so scared i was. i could imagine it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Daily News --&gt; This girl broke the subway with her umbrella"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-4998203630616018494?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4998203630616018494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4998203630616018494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4998203630616018494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4998203630616018494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/03/whoops.html' title='whoops'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R9k7Y95qdgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BbJV1zO30ys/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-5131590594179192739</id><published>2008-03-11T13:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:39:43.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super trio 2008'/><title type='text'>his holiness returns</title><content type='html'>OMG my favorite game show is FINALLY returning!!!!   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Krbl6wbJPk"&gt;獎門人取犀 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[this is a youtube video. click it]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it took them long enough, but i hope that with the time they took off, they went and found some more entertaining games. Eric Tsang has always been the only celebrity who had the green light to make fun of celebrities of all class, and im dying to see what kind of nonsense he's going to put them through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hosts: this time around, the only person who stayed was Chin Ka Lok. he was funny and i think having him around would give the celebrities something a little more to be afraid about. between him and eric tsang, there is nothing that escapes them. but i really would have liked jerry lam to have come back, because i thought that he was absolutely without a doubt, more funny than chin ka lok. jerry and chin ka lok play off of each other really well, and the improv that they both come up with works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is also Wong Cho Lam this year. i dont know how well he will be with teasing and getting things out of the celebrities, because he's funny on his own. like, he's great at imitating voices and whatever, but i doubt he will be funny with OTHER PEOPLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there's Louis Yuen which throws all the dynamics out the window. he's loud, pushy, and funny in a rude way. i dont know how much comments celebrities are going to get in with louis in the works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all, im super stoked for the show to be back. however, i do see some stealing from other shows from taiwan and japan in the trailer, and i dont know how funny that will be since its not all quite original. lets cross our fingers for eric tsang to bring back what he's known for, embarrassing humor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one more thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R9bRId5qdfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DqXhwEg55zw/s320/_44483747_model_afp_220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176554765104608754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only two words for the Tokyo Fashion Show: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;holy shiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[designed by Kazuaki Takashima] --&gt; poor model ... seriously, who would wear this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/8515796981480432573-5131590594179192739?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/5131590594179192739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=5131590594179192739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5131590594179192739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5131590594179192739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/03/his-holiness-returns.html' title='his holiness returns'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R9bRId5qdfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DqXhwEg55zw/s72-c/_44483747_model_afp_220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1538416182515089583</id><published>2008-03-07T23:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:27:59.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elizabeth shoaf'/><title type='text'>"into the woods"</title><content type='html'>inspiration doesn't have to be from happy stories. it could come from people who have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; strength; who've managed to find it through their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;own life horrors&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23522127/"&gt;ELIZABETH SHOAF &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a role model and an inspiration &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-1538416182515089583?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1538416182515089583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1538416182515089583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1538416182515089583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1538416182515089583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/03/into-woods.html' title='&quot;into the woods&quot;'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1047586181667109007</id><published>2008-03-04T12:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:46:08.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super long hair'/><title type='text'>girls and their SUPER long hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THE DISADVANTAGES OF HAVING &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SUPER &lt;/span&gt;LONG HAIR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. YOUR HAIR COULD GET CAUGHT IN DOORS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and that means any type of door. whether it be the car door when its a windy day and you shut it on a strand of hair; the revolving &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;doors which could make it get stuck while you are revolving...without your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. IT'S A WEAPON FOR OTHER PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i was reading robert browning in my irish lit class, and apparently, the lover guy in the poem had used his lover girl's long hair to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;strangle her. it's not a good thing. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;[autopsy report --&gt; cause of death: strangulation by own hair...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; how weird is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. IT COULD CATCH ON FIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i dont know how many countless "funny videos" i've seen where a girl with long hair has her hair catch on fire. it's not funny...when &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you're that girl. granted that it could be hilarious for people watching...but these are the kinds of moments you tend to catch on video &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and then that poor girl would have to watch it over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. YOU'D TUG ON IT DURING YOUR SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i have boob length hair, and already i sleep on my hair by accident sometimes and it bugs the crap out of me. its the most irritating &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;feeling when your hair gets stuck underneath yourself. its another story when someone else sleeps on it, but when its yourself, you'll &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tend to feel a little retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. IT'LL TAKE AN HOUR TO WASH AND AN HOUR TO DRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;imagine how much shampoo you'd waste washing those locks and how much time you'd have to stand there in front of the mirror to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;get your hair to dry in perfect. and god forbid, you can't let it dry naturally since you'll get really bad headaches when you get older...or &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so says the chinese mother&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/8515796981480432573-1047586181667109007?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1047586181667109007/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-8744768979843836090</id><published>2008-03-03T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:27:59.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:17px;"&gt;"i think i just ate anti-freeze" : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- when it was snowing during a 50 something degree temperature outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-8744768979843836090?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/8744768979843836090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=8744768979843836090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/8744768979843836090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/8744768979843836090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-quote.html' title='random quote'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1303137546705498570</id><published>2008-02-29T01:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:47:19.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>0</title><content type='html'>its true...that chinese proverb that says: whatever is not yours, will never be yours. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe horribly in fate, and i've just been schooled, and i can say that i definitely feel upset at myself, and disappointed that i could let it get past me like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate to say it, but no matter how much i want to deny it, i know my mother has been right since day one. i'm not cut out for that stuff, and ... mom knows best right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps this door has closed on me, but i'm eager to find out if another door will open for me where i found the last one to be closed. i hope that my feelings of disappointment have not been wasted; i want to find something better at the other door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-1303137546705498570?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1303137546705498570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1303137546705498570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1303137546705498570'/><link rel='self' 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i brought up some interesting points in my essay and that i wrote out my thoughts very nicely. he gave me an 18 out of 20 meaning that i got a 90. i was so happy that i got an A. then he goes, let me write down how my grades translate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he writes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A+ = 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A- = 95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B+ = 90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B- = 85 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so forth. i was, needless to say, PISSED OFF. how is a 90 a B+?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN, there was this worksheet on a drama that we had to do for one morning, and i did it. read the damn play. hated it. whatever. then i get it back, and he does the SAME FREAKIN THING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"kasie, your writing is superb. i can see you have a lot of talent. good job on your work." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he gives me a 3 out of 5. but what makes me mad is that the guy who sits next to me who had copied some of my sentences, and DIDN'T READ, got a 4 out of 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really wanted to shout at him, what the hell are you smoking?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-2965134292677470639?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/2965134292677470639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=2965134292677470639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2965134292677470639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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one thought that there would be an oscars because of the writer's strike) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT STILL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;what some of these people wore!&lt;/span&gt; they're stylists should get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fired &lt;/span&gt;for letting them walk out of the house like that. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;[for those that don't know, the celebrity names are also links to show you what they wore/who they are]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Hits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.com/redcarpet/?g=null&amp;amp;i=3"&gt;Jessica Alba &lt;/a&gt;- her dress flowed nicely down her growing belly which made her look all the more elegant. she was simply glowing. loved the feathers there because it wasn't too much and it helped to distract her large maternity bosoms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.com/redcarpet/?g=null&amp;amp;i=8"&gt;Jason Bateman&lt;/a&gt; - a lot of the men look very similar due to the fact that there aren't much designs for a tuxedo. a tux is a tux. be he looks absolutely gorgeous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.com/redcarpet/?g=null&amp;amp;i=9"&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;/a&gt; - i love, love, LOVED her dress on her. it was elegant and comfortable, something a woman as pregnant as her is aiming to achieve for an award show that lasts for four freakin hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.com/redcarpet/?g=null&amp;amp;i=12"&gt;Steve Carrell&lt;/a&gt; - again, another regular tux. but he was funny, so i give him credit for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.com/redcarpet/?g=null&amp;amp;i=14"&gt;Kristin Chenoweth&lt;/a&gt; - loved her dress. i think hers was the best, actually. she's short, and her dress framed her real well, giving her curves in all the right places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.com/redcarpet/?g=null&amp;amp;i=18"&gt;George Cloony&lt;/a&gt; - i didn't like him so much this time, but i thought his girlfriend's dress was beautiful. usually floral dresses are a disaster, but hers was nicely done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.com/redcarpet/?g=0&amp;amp;i=36"&gt;Patrick Dempsey&lt;/a&gt; - mr. mcdreamy, or mcsteamy...whatever the hell his nickname is, he was sure one of these last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.com/redcarpet/?g=0&amp;amp;i=48"&gt;Jennifer Garner&lt;/a&gt; - has always and will be a favorite of mine. she always hits with her oscar gowns, last night was no exception for her. but WHERE WAS BEN?! i'd give him extra points if he let his wife go to the oscars and he stayed home to be with little &lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/violetaffleck2.jpg"&gt;Violet Affleck &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;but of course, there was one that stood above the rest...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the absolutely, without a doubt, worst dress of the night&lt;/span&gt;. she won an award for best supporting actress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(god knows why)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; but she also won my vote for worst dressed on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red carpet&lt;/span&gt;. congratulations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.com/redcarpet/?g=0&amp;amp;i=100"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TILDA SWINTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. better known for her role as the ice queen in Narnia, she will now always go into my book as the black toga lady at the oscars. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really, why would you wear something like that to an event as glamourous as the oscars?&lt;/span&gt; that dress not only has no shape on her lanky body, but it also has no design on it, no pattern, ... it just looks awful. her stylist should really be fired for not telling her that she looks like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;her stylists needs a stick up her ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't forget the musicals of the night. i loved all of them, but HELLO &lt;a href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/046/108/46108431.jpg"&gt;Jon McLaughlin&lt;/a&gt; ... where did you come from?! gosh is he cute and it really helps that his voice is irresistible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0qbRYydMrF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0qbRYydMrF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-5155532404260239266?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R774ChIpdyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/37p8CMFuCKI/s320/daniel+henny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169842144405976866" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who is this? it's DANIEL HENNEY - half british, half korean. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;im totally in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-5946985763755383918?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/5946985763755383918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=5946985763755383918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5946985763755383918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5946985763755383918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/02/7-days-till-app.html' title='7 days till app'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R774ChIpdyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/37p8CMFuCKI/s72-c/daniel+henny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-805269488062751995</id><published>2008-02-21T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:06:20.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days till application comes out</title><content type='html'>there has been this one thing that i've wanted to do since last year. &lt;div&gt;i won't tell you what it is just yet, [to save my face when i fail] lol. but i want to do a count down. and when i'm ready, i'll share with all you guys, what is it. im actually really stoked about it and i can't wait till this clears for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i want to start counting down to the day the application is released, and then start another count ... not down, but i guess... up? or...well until i get some news back. bear with me guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how drastic our wants and needs change with the way we grow up. thought of this last night at 5 in the morning because my roommate's stupid phone went off at 5 for an alarm she had drunkenly set...but couldn't hear. so i was just lying wide awake in my bed, thinking about this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;batteries. yeah, that's right. i needed AA batteries when i was younger for toys and whatnot. but now, i find myself needing more AAA batteries for my dumb calculator...far from being a fun toy. maybe its a foreshadowing of when i get my own kids; that i'll be needing AAA car service a lot to help me and my kids from being stranded on the side of some road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8515796981480432573-805269488062751995?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/805269488062751995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=805269488062751995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/805269488062751995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/805269488062751995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/02/8-days-till-application-comes-out.html' title='8 days till application comes out'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7564707046207953487</id><published>2008-02-19T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:14:57.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lydia shum'/><title type='text'>its never a good-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;You're in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;Better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;always remembered for better things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 href="http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5iHgTeK1nTGnb1rwixaPnwss0NpaQ"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lydia Shum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;沈殿霞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 33px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;students at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_Illinois_University_shooting"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;NIU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8515796981480432573-7564707046207953487?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7564707046207953487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7564707046207953487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7564707046207953487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7564707046207953487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-never-good-bye.html' title='its never a good-bye'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-3226750520853207543</id><published>2008-02-15T15:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:19:07.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life is life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R7XzhxIpdxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JpFnek8uOQA/s1600-h/01AwcAX0y4YF8AAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R7XzhxIpdxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JpFnek8uOQA/s320/01AwcAX0y4YF8AAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167303908928354066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-3226750520853207543?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/3226750520853207543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=3226750520853207543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3226750520853207543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3226750520853207543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-life.html' title='life is life'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R7XzhxIpdxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JpFnek8uOQA/s72-c/01AwcAX0y4YF8AAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4724446596973661303</id><published>2008-02-13T16:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:50:29.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese show'/><title type='text'>ni hao, kai-lan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R7NmERIpdwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7vhflLeeriM/s1600-h/15davi600.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R7NmERIpdwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7vhflLeeriM/s320/15davi600.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166585421029275394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just because im so excited for this new show, im doing a double post...just to prove it. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nick  jr. (our american television show for children) has come out with a CHINESE version of something like Dora the Explorer. how cute is that?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah...there's so many chinese people, that a tv show has to be made about it, just so we chinese people won't eat everyone up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have to say, the title, ni hao, kai-lan is long and retarded. why can't it just be like, kai-lan the explorer? i dont really know what the story plot is, but it's supposed to promote that being american means being bilingual and bicultural. i seriously hope that this show will bring a better understanding to those white kids who aren't mutts in culture or language so that they can stop going around saying 'ching chang chong' --i still don't know waht the hell that means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Junior's : &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/video/index.jhtml?videoid=80970"&gt;Ni Hao, Kai-Lan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-4724446596973661303?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4724446596973661303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4724446596973661303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4724446596973661303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4724446596973661303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/02/ni-hao-kai-lan.html' title='ni hao, kai-lan!!'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R7NmERIpdwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7vhflLeeriM/s72-c/15davi600.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7780815927414691855</id><published>2008-02-13T14:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:30:11.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weather</title><content type='html'>this weather is weirding me out. i feel like there's someone turning on and off a light switch. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON - FREEZE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OFF - tease you with some nice sun rays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was HAILING yesterday where i was...and then it started to rain. what the freak. someone was saying to me how it's always romantic when it rains, and i was thinking as she talked - maybe rain when it's warm (much like, shower temperature) would be nice. but hail and rain? thats far from being romantic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*weather is not a good conversation, neither does it make a good blog entry. but i don't care, because i think its funny.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a nice five minute conversation with a friend the other day JUST on weather...now that's a little unacceptable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM IM with friend&lt;div&gt;friend - yo, whats up&lt;br /&gt;hows life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - hows life?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;its general&lt;br /&gt;how's yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend - oh, man, mines quite general&lt;br /&gt;how conincidental&lt;br /&gt;minus the spelling inablility&lt;br /&gt;ive been well though, enjoying the wonderful cold outside in rochester&lt;br /&gt;driving in the snow&lt;br /&gt;suffering in physics&lt;br /&gt;growing and getting pwned by God&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me - how much snow do you have there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend - not much now&lt;br /&gt;maybe 2 inches or so&lt;br /&gt;but its hard to measure&lt;br /&gt;lots of wind last night so its blown everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and being like 10deg dosent help either cause it wont melt even in the blazing sun on the black asphalt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me - today and yesterday for us was super cold&lt;br /&gt;like, it hurt&lt;br /&gt;but we haven't had snow&lt;br /&gt;it flurried yesterday&lt;br /&gt;but, then it disappeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend - oh?&lt;br /&gt;but it was frigid too?&lt;br /&gt;yea, martin didnt have school today&lt;br /&gt;cause windchill this morning was -20F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me - lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend - yea, but i still had to walk to class in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[i'm sorry friend, i still have you as my friend, but i have to say, you talk funny]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-7780815927414691855?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7780815927414691855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7780815927414691855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7780815927414691855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7780815927414691855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/02/weather.html' title='weather'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-145772257469263544</id><published>2008-02-10T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:32:43.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex scandal'/><title type='text'>sex is the new sleep</title><content type='html'>or so says my facebook group. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's the big deal about sex? the latest thing that's got the hong kong public going bonkers is that thing with &lt;a href="http://www.asian4ever.net/forum/asian-entertainment-news-498/83930-more-edison-pictures-released-video-next-600-extra-pictures-bonus.html"&gt;edison chen, bobo chan, gillian chung, and cecelia cheung&lt;/a&gt;. granted that edison was stupid for leaving those photos on his computer because GOD knows that people will look through your files and steal them especially since you're rich AND A celebrity... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...he wasn't smart enough, and it leaked out. BIG DEAL. my favorite tween queen &lt;a href="http://www.etonline.com/news/2007/09/53771/index.html"&gt;vanessa hudgens &lt;/a&gt;had something similar happen to her, and guess what? not only did disney not fire her, but they let her apologize and move on. does the hong kong public really expect these people NOT to be having sex? you can't be more naive than that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i agree that a girl should never let her significant other take nude pictures/videos of her because 1] brace yourself that you might break up with him one day, and he can use those against you 2] even if you don't break up, these kinds of things always find a way to surf up on the net. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the case of EC,BC,GC and CC, these photos were taken in private and meant to be private. its sad that they went public, but i think [like before] that the hong kong audience needs to open up a bit more, and realize that the world is changing. you can't expect them all to be innocent and virgins. it's good to expect that in a role model, but what they do in their PRIVATE LIVES is PRIVATE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stick by my words when i say that vanessa hudgens is not a bad person/role model, and i'm sure these girls aren't that way either, just because of some photos they took. you can't condemn them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i love how the entertainment business can love you so much one minute and then treat you like trash the next when you've done something remotely wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-145772257469263544?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/145772257469263544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=145772257469263544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/145772257469263544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/145772257469263544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/02/sex-is-new-sleep.html' title='sex is the new sleep'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-3557407989633979932</id><published>2008-02-06T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:20:45.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RATS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy chinese new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[i heard that they like to put that animal on parade each year. like, dog year, they had a bunch of people come parade with their furry friends, but what about this year? i ain't gonna be there if they let loose a jabillion rats in the street...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;"&gt;girls - get prettier each year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;"&gt;boys - get stronger each year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;"&gt;old people - live longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R6qF9ElMQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/a1wRZCAVzOY/s320/chinese+new+year+fireworks,+hong+kong.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164087206981944290" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i indubitably wish that i were there instead of here doing homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:17px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8515796981480432573-3557407989633979932?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/3557407989633979932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=3557407989633979932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3557407989633979932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3557407989633979932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/02/rats.html' title='RATS'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R6qF9ElMQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/a1wRZCAVzOY/s72-c/chinese+new+year+fireworks,+hong+kong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7939981005798212351</id><published>2008-02-04T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:44:20.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl'/><title type='text'>new york, new york, i love new york</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;congrats to the giants for their brilliant win last night at the superbowl!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*that was perhaps the best final moments i've seen. manning had been attacked by so many people but he still got away with it! someone had him by his shirt, and he was still running. and then that superb catch by tyree. he had caught it, and then was attacked so the ball was about to roll off his helmet, but he caught on to it. how cool is that?! but tyree didn't make the winning catch, burress did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i really only watched the first hour and then the last 8 minutes of the game. but i did enjoy all the commercials. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT my favorites by far, were these two, no doubt about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vgtfC5LBAW4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vgtfC5LBAW4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIiUKBXUjuw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIiUKBXUjuw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly feel bad for those overseas people who do not get to enjoy the superbowl as us americans do...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;you're missing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div 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york'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7962577319633917024</id><published>2008-01-31T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:25:20.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creep'/><title type='text'>WHAT vibe??</title><content type='html'>do i send out some weird ass vibe or something?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a long story, but im going to tell it anyway. just because anyone who reads this has too much time on their hands (kidding...don't leave. lol) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one year&lt;/span&gt; ago, i had this class called English Literature I. there weren't many people in that class, but there was this one guy who kinda stood out because he kept staring at me. he sat all the way in the front, right in front of the teacher, and i sat all the way in the back against the wall. so it was weird when he turned around in his chair to look at me. and you can imagine how weird that would look. he literally had to turn his whole body around to look at me. at first, i didn't really care, but then it became a lot more frequent, so i was like, is he daydreaming my way? so i would glare at him, and he would WAVE back at me. so i knew he wasn't daydreaming. when he stared, it would probably be about 3 minutes at a time, and that's pretty long. but he would never find the effort to talk to me (thank god), but whenever we passed each other on campus, he would "naturally" just turn around and stare at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so fast forward to sophomore year (this year) first semester. i see him again on campus, and i've completely forgotten he had existed in my little world, what with summer break and all, but when he started to stare at me again that way, i remembered how creepy it was. then fast forward to sophomore year second semester, i land myself in Shakespeare II and guess what? he's in that class. i thought it would be the same as English Lit. first class it was. he sat in the front, i sat all the way in the back. he stared. then second class, i sat in the back again, and i watched him walk into the class, and in my mind, i was just willing him not to sit next to me. but he does. sorta. i had a chair to my left that was unoccupied, so i put my jacket and bag there, and he takes the seat next to that. so we had a chair in between us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so about five minutes into the class, (we're watching a movie) he turns to me, and smiles. (and believe me, im not stuffing words in his mouth, i remember them real clearly, and i think anyone else would too if they were me...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "your eyes and your lips look really familiar" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "um...okay" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bring my mac to this class because he talks super fast. so im on it writing a paper and talking on my AIM at the same time. so he leans back on his chair, and i can see out of the corner of my eyes that he's looking at what im doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "you're lucky you got a laptop. i just got a stupid gateway"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i chose to ignore him...what do you say to that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "i can see you're a multi-tasker."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "yes..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "what kind of AIM are you using?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "it's special made for the apple"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by now, you'd think he'd stop talking to me, because my demeanor wasn't that friendly. and for him to see that my AIM looks different from regular AIM is a little too close for comfort to me. so then after that, he DOES stop talking, but in the middle of the movie, he leans real close and he says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "im gonna go take a shower. be back in five." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF. I DONT CARE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then today. i get to class (i skipped class one night) and this time, i chose the back row again, and there was just two empty seats. so i took the one next to the wall, and put my bag on the other one. he comes in, i try not to look at him, but he comes over, and he's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "do you mind if i sit here? can you move your bag?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i look up at him, more like glare at him, but i move the bag anyway because he didn't seem to get it, and he sits down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "sorry to disturb your bag" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again...another WTF is smeared across my face. so here i am, typing again, trying to concentrate on what the professor is saying and he keeps laughing at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "you're cheating." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he kept saying that over and over whenever i started to type. i dont really know what the hell he was saying, but yeah, that's what he said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "what's your friend's name?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he saw me and my friend vivian at a starbucks several times now, and he's seen me talk to her a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "why do you want to know?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "why can't i know?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "because you'll never talk to her and because you'll never be friends with her"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "but you're always with her"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "so..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he stops talking for now, but then he keeps asking me what her name is even though im obviously trying to concentrate on the professor and then out of the blue he goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "listen, can i ask you for a favor?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "no" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't even hesitate. i mean, WHO THE CRAP ARE YOU TO ASK ME FOR FAVORS?!?! so he kept asking me, and i kept saying no. then towards the end of the class &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "you haven't even heard what the favor is. i won't be here because blah blah blah, so i need you to take notes for me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "why me? you have friends in this class"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "yes, but you're right next to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "so is that other girl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "yes but i trust you and you seem very studious"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "no. the answer will still be no even if you ask me tomorrow"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i stand up, scurrying to put my laptop in it's sleeve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "you know, you're making me feel real uncomfortable now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "what?? how? it's not like im asking you to eat sushi with me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at that point i wanted to punch him for being a creep, an asshole, and a racist all at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me, am i sending off some weird vibe?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-7962577319633917024?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7962577319633917024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7962577319633917024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7962577319633917024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7962577319633917024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-vibe.html' title='WHAT vibe??'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-2655129886665634279</id><published>2008-01-28T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:17:13.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;this blog is depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-2655129886665634279?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/2655129886665634279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=2655129886665634279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2655129886665634279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2655129886665634279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-blog-is-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1928712677653243123</id><published>2008-01-24T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:33:03.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little red riding hood'/><title type='text'>my memory is forever shattered...</title><content type='html'>i was in my children's literature class, and yes...its where you read books like, mother goose, harry potter and all the children's classics. &lt;div&gt;we were on the subject of little red riding hood, and all the stories i grew up with just went right out the window with this professor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;professor&lt;/span&gt;: "there are many versions of the little red riding hood, as well as other great children's classics. indeed, there is a new twist...the germans did a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pornographic &lt;/span&gt;version of little red riding hood." [a bunch of sniggering throughout the class]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid girl&lt;/span&gt;: [raises her hand] "professor, how can the little red riding hood &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; be put into a pornographic film?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;professor&lt;/span&gt;: "well, let me read you an excerpt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she continues to read the usual lines, like...oh how big your nose is and oh, how long your ears are. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;. then all of a sudden i hear her say: "and wolf said- little red! take your clothes off and get into bed!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was like. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt;. then she goes and puts up a little clip of the german porno for little red riding hood...showing the girl i always recognized as innocent and sweet, in a elektra suit that was black and red leather and pointy madonna boobs. the werewolf had sculpted abs and his penis was covered with nothing but fur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: large;"&gt;i was completely horrified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: large;"&gt;not to mention scarred for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my children are NOT by any means ever to take this course or ever get a hold of this german porno of little red riding hood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-1928712677653243123?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1928712677653243123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1928712677653243123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1928712677653243123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1928712677653243123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-memory-is-forever-shattered.html' title='my memory is forever shattered...'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-6718804132647417629</id><published>2008-01-22T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:05:51.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowboarding'/><title type='text'>back and blue</title><content type='html'>break was surprisingly...LONG this break. maybe because i wasn't away for the first time in like, four years. towards the end of the break, i ran out of people to visit, people to annoy and people to make fun of...i just couldn't think of anything else to do anymore. but i did go back and forth between [freakin] new jersey, new york and boston...that wasn't much fun either. wish i went to toronto, or better yet, hong kong. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but why the blue? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went snowboarding a week [?] before coming back, and yeah. im not as "pro" as i hoped i would be, even after doing it for the last four years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. don't go snowboarding when it hasn't snowed more than 5 inches that year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll regret it. trust me. there's so much ICE on the ground that "landing gracefully" just isn't an option. it hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. don't ask someone who's just as pro as you know you are, to help pick you up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll just fall right back down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. wear gloves, long socks, ear muffs, ... all good things that will protect you from the cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless you live in california. then you can snowboard in shorts and a t-shirt. how awesome is that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. never fall in the middle of the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because - one, someone will run you over. - two ... someone will run you over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. make sure you're not color blind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or if you are, take someone with you who isn't. you don't want to mistaken the black diamond for a green diamond. [but you would also have to be retarded to think that green will be a diamond. greens are usually circles...] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. bring your own food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cafeteria's at the mountain are usually a million dollars for a rock hamburger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. go with your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not your parents. although you should go with them if you want to leave within five minutes of your arrival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-6718804132647417629?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/6718804132647417629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=6718804132647417629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6718804132647417629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6718804132647417629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-and-blue.html' title='back and blue'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4023086066741274308</id><published>2007-12-25T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:19:55.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;remember to spend it with your family or loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;it makes it all that much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-4023086066741274308?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4023086066741274308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4023086066741274308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4023086066741274308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4023086066741274308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-remember-to-spend-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-6529958565882531001</id><published>2007-12-22T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:40:21.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;'tis the time for giving --- so give it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;: find out what's in style this season. that's easy, any guy can do that. just look through your girl's magazine that she left in the bathroom, and pick an item that you see the most. it could be something simple like scarves or even belts. however, if you do decide to go with scarves or belts, make sure to get it in more than one style and color...that means that you're not allowed to get just one scarf or one belt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;: a wallet that has hello kitty on it, or any vulgar language written on there and say that it's art. a wallet that has hello kitty on it is good for high school/middle school girls who want to act cutesy, but if your girlfriend is like, 20 and up, skip that. and having a wallet that has the word penis on it is not funny. [no joke. i've seen that wallet before in hong kong]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;: if you really can't think of something to get her, then be safe, and get a gift card at her favorite store. be sure to make it up to her and get her a gift card thats worth at least $100. no, i'm not crazy. if you get her a gift card of $20 dollars, what can she seriously get? a pair of underwear? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;: gift cards are good granted that it's not from best buy or from home depot. getting her a gift card from those manly places is not cute. because you're probably only getting it for her just so you can use it in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;: a tasteful outfit. we probably don't want an outfit for work, so something we can wear daily is nice. like a cashmere sweater since it is winter. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; get her a large if she really isn't and don't get her a small if you know she can't fit into that either. best way to go is to look at a shirt that she fit perfectly, and ask a sales lady for help once you get to the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;: lingerie from victoria's secret. we know you went in there to scope out what or who is hot, and the fact that you give us some skimpy outfit so we can wear it for you on christmas eve? that doesn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;: jewelry. every girl loves jewelry. from diamonds to pearls to plastic jewelry, whatever she fancies. that's a wide range to choose from; rings, bracelets, whatever. but if you're going to go for diamonds, make sure that it's worth something and not some cheap diamond, and i know you know what i'm talking about. if you're going to do that then you might as well get her plastics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;: getting her a certificate to get her nipples pierced or any other inappropriate place. i don't think i have to elaborate on this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;: a good read or a subscription to her favorite magazine. we'd always appreciate a lifetime delivery of our favorite magazine so we don't have to keep going to the supermarket or newsstand to get it. finding the right book is also a bonus. depends on what genre she likes, just go to barnes and noble and pick out a book from the bestsellers list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;: getting us a prescription to playboy so you can enjoy a good bathroom read too. that doesn't work either. don't get her a book about dieting unless she asks for one because she'll think that you are trying to send a subliminal message to her that she's fat and she needs to diet. i don't think you'd want to do that either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;: giving a name to your new dog that incorporates your names together, or a word that you two associate to be cute and loving. say, your names are ben and angie = bengie or benji. that also means that you have to get a pet. just going to the pet store and finding a random pet, pointing to it an say, "look, i've named him benji, after us." --no, you can't do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;: naming a star after her. that's just pathetic because that's a waste of money and a scam. don't do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-6529958565882531001?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/6529958565882531001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=6529958565882531001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6529958565882531001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6529958565882531001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/three-days-till-christmas.html' title='THREE DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7301442513390953652</id><published>2007-12-19T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:57:24.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;you know what's funny? brought to my attention by dearest, Ms. Oprah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;*watch faith hill's reaction*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1bwMOc0I7Y&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1bwMOc0I7Y&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8515796981480432573-7301442513390953652?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7301442513390953652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7301442513390953652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7301442513390953652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7301442513390953652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/6-days-till-christmas.html' title='6 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-526335313872853593</id><published>2007-12-17T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:59:53.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days till christmas. holy shiz</title><content type='html'>i have six finals. i've already finished three, but i still have three more left, and it makes me feel like im not getting anywhere...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while procrastinating, i've found out i have a love for online shopping. its really a dangerous habit because well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. you spend so much money just clicking away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. you spend a whole lot of time just sitting there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. you can't try or feel it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the good thing about it is that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i dont have to go out and walk around the stores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i can always return it if i dont like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i dont have to deal with sales people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, sometimes the shopping online is more worth it because what they have online, they might not have it in the stores. i love shopping =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-526335313872853593?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/526335313872853593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=526335313872853593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/526335313872853593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/526335313872853593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/8-days-till-christmas-holy-shiz.html' title='8 days till christmas. holy shiz'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4365758710560037497</id><published>2007-12-12T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:06:44.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;omg. JESSICA ALBA is preggers! omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;say hi to baby's daddy - Cash Warren. i like his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R2CzcHA8z_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/1KADEmYXaAM/s320/53063587-31421446e20ad49b7c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143308069957849074" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i heard this, i was really excited for her. good for them. congrats to them both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being a star in america and being a star in asia makes the worlds difference. here, we embrace it when the star goes out with someone, and we are happy when they're pregnant or married. but in asia, esp hong kong, when a star gets pregnant before she gets married then OMG GOD FORBID. and once they get married---yeah, say sayonara to your career. that should change. &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/8515796981480432573-4365758710560037497?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4365758710560037497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4365758710560037497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4365758710560037497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4365758710560037497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/13-days-till-christmas.html' title='13 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R2CzcHA8z_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/1KADEmYXaAM/s72-c/53063587-31421446e20ad49b7c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-8214444680328320645</id><published>2007-12-11T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:37:39.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>14 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Barbara Walters. AKA BABS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"You know, now nothing cannot be kept a secret because everyone is posting things on YouTube and MyFace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;[Hilarious. i could not stop laughing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ps. just watched high school musical one and two, and i LOVED it. its cheesy, but the songs are good. HSM2's songs are better though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R19JF3A8z-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/a6NdpnVpDIU/s320/High-School-Musical-2-Original-Soundtrack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142909664496504802" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-8214444680328320645?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/8214444680328320645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=8214444680328320645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/8214444680328320645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/8214444680328320645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/14-days-till-christmas.html' title='14 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R19JF3A8z-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/a6NdpnVpDIU/s72-c/High-School-Musical-2-Original-Soundtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4830211281880217734</id><published>2007-12-10T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:01:44.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4 natural things a woman has against a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm being totally serious here, we have so many that i can only list 4 that i think are the most important, and the ones that work the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. the other men in our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's face it. when you bring home the boy, the other men in your life, meaning your boy cousins, brothers, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DADDY&lt;/span&gt;...all want to get in the line to interrogate this guy. don't feel bad for your guy because maybe they will find something unworthy of him since you can't through those love-sick eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. nail polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sounds stupid, but really. think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scenario one: "honey, can you help me do the dishes? my nails are still not dry yet." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scenario two: "honey, can you do the laundry, my nails aren't dried yet." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get the drift. it works for almost everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. our intuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not only do our mothers have that creepy intuition, but so do we when it comes to our guys. he doesn't have to do much to make you realize that he's cheating, or if he's gotten you that coveted gift you wanted for a while now. it works against his favor, whether he's planning a sweet surprise, or giving you a bad surprise, but once he finds out your "souls are connected," it'll make him think twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. our tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it works every time. if he loves you, his heart will wrench to see you shed those tears. if he doesn't then dump him because he's not the one for you. but tears are generally supposed to be used when you are absolutely serious...and not for practical jokes to get him to do things for you. thats mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give them a try. they work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-4830211281880217734?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4830211281880217734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4830211281880217734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4830211281880217734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4830211281880217734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/15-days-till-christmas.html' title='15 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4505834073694483732</id><published>2007-12-06T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:03:32.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 days'/><title type='text'>18 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>i can't wait for winter break to come faster. my goodness. finals are looming over my shoulder and im sooo dreading it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bio - 11th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chinese - 14th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;childhood psychology - 18th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;math - 18th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;psych - 19th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;world masterpieces - 20th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so gonna die the last three days. BUT the fact that my break is dec. 20th to jan. 21st makes it all better. anyone going to toronto?? i'll meet you there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the last 10 days i...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-watched santa clause 3 over four times already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-played guitar hero&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and sucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-had two nails that chipped...due to...i dont know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-skipped three classes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-learned a new word, well, two :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; steer pizzle&lt;/span&gt;. [its a nice way of saying bull penis]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-listened to raymond lam's new album which i am absolutely loving&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-got a new michael kors jacket so warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-wrote a 4-5 page biographical essay in two hours on the empress dowager cixi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-found out that every 25th is "clean your belly button day" [????]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-heard the funniest sentence screamed out loud to me : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"do you see a chicken GLUED to my butt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8515796981480432573-4505834073694483732?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4505834073694483732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4505834073694483732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4505834073694483732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4505834073694483732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/18-days-till-christmas.html' title='18 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1393904477983008881</id><published>2007-12-05T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:22:10.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>19 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>i've started to eat my advent calendar from starbucks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R1bqwtckbDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n4ImhnaBIrA/s320/IMG_3612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140554147244043314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yummy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; : you want to go running today?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;workout buddy &lt;/span&gt;: ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;workout buddy&lt;/span&gt; : why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;: its snowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; : and its sticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;workout buddy&lt;/span&gt; : so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;workout buddy&lt;/span&gt; : its not like we're trying to drive through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;workout buddy&lt;/span&gt; : and you won't get soaked like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i like my friends.&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/8515796981480432573-1393904477983008881?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1393904477983008881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1393904477983008881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1393904477983008881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1393904477983008881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/19-days-till-christmas.html' title='19 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R1bqwtckbDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n4ImhnaBIrA/s72-c/IMG_3612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-3860179333203896560</id><published>2007-12-03T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:45:35.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>21 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; snowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;now only if it stayed so i can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R1Su2NckbCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tFAVFwD9o9o/s320/IMG_3589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139925321082235938" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my new favorite song : landon pigg : sailed on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9q47ZE7Mrt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9q47ZE7Mrt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps. i can't get over the fact that his last name is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PIGG&lt;/span&gt;...how cool is that?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-3860179333203896560?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/3860179333203896560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=3860179333203896560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3860179333203896560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3860179333203896560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/12/21-days-till-christmas.html' title='21 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R1Su2NckbCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tFAVFwD9o9o/s72-c/IMG_3589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-5213703240570765645</id><published>2007-11-28T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:38:04.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tvb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>25 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>so the TVB 40th anniversary awards was the other day. since watching the awards from a couple of years ago, i've already said that TVB needs to embrace the 'american' way of award shows. the TVB award show reminds me slightly of the emmys but a lower class one. so here are a couple of things that TVB can learn from the emmys. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try getting press coverage for the stars on the "red carpet." &lt;/span&gt;with the emmys, E!, hollywood, ET, etc. all crowd around the carpet to get the first interview with a special star. TVB could give the fans a little more smirk by allowing perhaps EBuzz or Scoop onto the red carpet to interview these artists about their feelings, what they are wearing, yada yada yada. i think that would be a lot more fun to watch than just seeing them arrive in a car, dash down the red carpet like they're running away, and onto the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better presenters.&lt;/span&gt; the presenters who kept pointing out that they were being "rolled" was weird. its like, okay, don't point it out, just keep talking, it's a live show of course they're going to rush you off. some of them were talking about things that didn't even make sense or wasn't remotely funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better camera men.&lt;/span&gt; was it just me, or did the camera men that night did not know how to capture the best moments? the cameras did not stay on the nominee's when someone lost or when someone won to capture their facial expressions. plus, they need more cameras. if the presenter is talking, and doodoo interupts [which is unprofessional] then another camera should be focused on her as well. the point of the awards show is to capture everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; host the show in a grander area. &lt;/span&gt;perhaps a nice hotel or something where there are dinner tables so everyone's relaxed and among their choice of guests, or where the artists can sit in the audience with everyone else so that the only people on stage are the presenters, the hosts, and the performers if there are any. every year, the TVB award show is held in that crappy looking audience hall that makes it look so low class. so even if the artists do wear nice stuff, their backdrop doesn't match them, making it seem weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a professional voting board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; the emmys have what they call the academy, which is a board of professional people from every aspect of what it takes to make a show, who casts their votes. TVB awards are completely rigged, there is no denying it. we all know. TVB has favorites and those favorites are who wins that year. thats pathetic because that means that you actually encourage brown nosing and not actual talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better award categories.&lt;/span&gt; instead of crowding everyone into these stupid categories and making new ones to please the audience [ie the favorite mainland whatever award], come up with actual award categories that make sense...like, the best villain, or best on-screen kiss. [best on-screen kiss isn't actually from the emmys. hehe. it's from the mtv awards. but i still like that category] but like, the best villain award? everyone wants to be evil at one point in their career, and some do it really well. like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drive of life&lt;/span&gt; ng wai kwok or even shirley yeung in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the brink of law&lt;/span&gt;. they were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;gOOd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and if you guys have watched the emmys before, notice that the show as an hour of fashion, and at least three hours of the award show. i never understand why TVB has to rush through their awards like a dying chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8515796981480432573-5213703240570765645?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/5213703240570765645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=5213703240570765645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5213703240570765645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5213703240570765645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/11/25-days-till-christmas.html' title='25 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-2226331196052964009</id><published>2007-11-26T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:01:49.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the drive of life'/><title type='text'>28 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R0sTKIupwcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JIkeeG9ZF4M/s1600-h/180px-The_Drive_of_Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R0sTKIupwcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JIkeeG9ZF4M/s320/180px-The_Drive_of_Life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137220864808960450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BACK and FAT from the weekend! &lt;div&gt;usually we get two days only for thanksgiving, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;...i believe in making your own vacation days. so i took a whole week off. =D sheemeeh. our classes didn't teach anything, don't look at me like a good little chinese kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DONT READ IF YOU DIDN'T WATCH THE DRIVE OF LIFE YET&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i finally finished &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the drive of life&lt;/span&gt; when i had the time to, and it was actually a pretty good series...past like, the twentieth episode. i have to admit, i hated the theme song when i first heard it for the first ten times, but after that, i loved it. especially steven chou. or whatever the heck his name is. the good thing about it was it's length. 60 episodes does sound daunting but it was just enough to drag out to make the ending come together nicely unlike &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOG&lt;/span&gt; and most TVB series which have super bad endings. the characters were well thought out and the plot was well written. some of the things that went on, i could guess, but other parts i couldn't and that was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/00753005.jpg"&gt;damian lau&lt;/a&gt; as "wah mun hon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - lemme tell ya...he was GOOD. he played his 'big man role' real nice, i actually felt bad for gigi wong who played his wife at times. when he broke his legs, that scene when he first woke up in the hospital was very powerful; he depicted his character real well in that scene. and i love his furrowed face through most of the movie. it must have been tiring to do that the whole time. when he walked on that cane, i was convinced that he needed it. excellent job on his part. [i get a crack out of his real chinese name lau chong yun = worm man. hahahaha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/Img225152120.jpg"&gt;liao jing sheng&lt;/a&gt; as "wah mun hong" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- i didn't like him and his nose. his nose looked funny. im sorry, i don't mean to be mean...sorta, but his nose did look like a bull nose, and when i was watching the whole time, i couldn't help but focus on that one detail. BUT when i wasn't watching his peculiar nose, i did notice that his acting was okay. i think the voice over could have done better... i hate voice overs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/xin_1020904100835593420710.jpg"&gt;michael miu&lt;/a&gt; as "wah mun shek"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i guess it's good acting that made me hate his childish nature. but during TDOL i didn't really think he was that attractive. i loved loved loved his outfits though. but i didn't get that 'george clooney' effect from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/castphoto_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gigi wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as "hui zam yun" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- what the hell kind of name is that?? when damian first called out her chinese name i was like, what?? out of all the elegant names someone can pick from so many chinese letters someone decided to call her zam yun. it just ruins it all. she was pretty good in her role, but i think it could have been better. i felt like she didn't have such a hard grasp on her character. with a series this long though, i guess maybe she was afraid that if she got too into it, she couldn't get out of it?? i don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/200px-Sheren_Tang.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sheren tang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as "wong siu fun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i've always thought she was a good actress, and she just got better. this woman goes from evil to semi-evil to whole heartedly good, and the transition that she provides for her character flowed nicely with the plot. it wasn't forced much like i thought gigi wong's character was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/xin_4904042610486092375133.jpg"&gt;raymond lam&lt;/a&gt; as "wah zhun bong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - his relationship with charmaine sheh gave me butterflies in my stomach just watching. i felt like there was so much chemistry between them that it made it very believable. he as a whole was pretty okay. but i don't think that this was his best. he's cute...but i don't really know about his acting. i don't think it's been max-ed out yet. [i know raymond fans will kill me, but i'll say it for bernice too. i love that girl, but she still hasn't done her best yet. &lt;-- more on awards later]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/220px-JessicaHsuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jessica hsuan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as "wah ching yu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i hated her...character. i kept fasting forward when she and joe's scenes were on. i could not stand how she was being so ignorant towards what people were telling her. i kept shouting at the TV at her character. well done, but i didn't like her hairstyle in her earlier years. ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/db408ae2.jpg"&gt;joe ma &lt;/a&gt;as "ngai wing bew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" - i think he was mediocre. compared to ng wai kwok [his uncle] he pales. you can't have two evil ngai family men and have one of them mediocre. it doesn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/1997199_833425.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;charmaine sheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as "wing sau fung"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i loved her character. she's always been a great actress in my eyes, and this time she was no exception. i really liked how she lets the character evolves, and props for her to have such great chemistry with raymond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/36596994ef7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;myolie wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as "fong bing ye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - another bad chinese name. every time they said her name i couldn't help think about that word in chinese 'bing' meaning...to beat you up, i guess. it sounds so vulgar...the name. it doesn't role off your tongue nicely. overall, her character was okay. its not realistic. at some point i remember saying to my TV, don't be stupid, move on retard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/Series_TheDriveOfLifeCast1005.jpg"&gt;feng shao feng&lt;/a&gt; as "wah zhun mun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - he's cute. when he got together with that girl i got mad. she was ugly. the pairing in the end with myolie was MUCH better. other than that, i can't think of anything else to comment about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/se04030214_big.jpg"&gt;ng wai kwok&lt;/a&gt; as "ngai teen hung"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - ooohh, i loved this guy. he was evilly good. TVB should come out with a an award title as the best villain. [what is up with mainland favorite actor/actress?! thats not an award] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a140/fishified408/5827001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;toby leung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as "wah ching lum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - she's not a significant character to me, but i'm putting her in here because i want to bash her character. this girl is already not that pretty and so i love how they cut her hair to make her look uglier. in her scenes when she gets into a fit about her parents fighting...c'mon! they were saying that she was a college graduate meaning that she's about 22/23. and i can tell you that a 2-something does not cry that way and does not throw a fit that way. and she made her relationship with michael miu too relationship-y. it made me want to gag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall, i love how the whole production tries to promote china. i like how they manage to slip in a few phrases that brown-noses china throughout the series. i really do like the length of it, but the upcoming diamond one with 80 episodes is too much for me. i don't know if i want to spend time to watch that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;p.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i really like this new song by landon pigg : coffee shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7HG-6rw1o4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7HG-6rw1o4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-2226331196052964009?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/2226331196052964009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=2226331196052964009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2226331196052964009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2226331196052964009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/11/28-days-till-christmas.html' title='28 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/R0sTKIupwcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JIkeeG9ZF4M/s72-c/180px-The_Drive_of_Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-199838590938281248</id><published>2007-11-22T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:25:15.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 days till Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy turkey day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i've finally had a chance to escape to write a small post. hehe. celebrating in new york is a lot more fun than celebrating in stinkin' jersey. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;always a new yorker at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't forget to eat plenty and don't forget about family. that's important. NOW GO GET FAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*and by the way, 106.7 lite fm has starting playing christmas music!!! (a new york station)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-199838590938281248?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/199838590938281248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=199838590938281248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/199838590938281248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/199838590938281248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/11/32-days-till-christmas.html' title='32 days till Christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-3701115705546628801</id><published>2007-11-15T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:40:07.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>39 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>lets face it, boys and the things they do are weird... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. they like to smell your hair. i don't know what the fascination is cause i mean...you wash your hair too, so it's bound to smell fruity at some point. when a guy smells their girlfriend's hair, it sorta, well, it reminds me of that guy from Charlie's Angel's, Thin Man when he cuts some of the girls' hair off and smells it. [shudders] its creepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. they like to stuff their mouths. its an obsession to look like a squirrel... to me at least. why do you have to prove that you have a bigger mouth than the guy sitting next to you? its okay if you can't stick your fist in your mouth...its normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. they don't wash their jeans periodically. lets face it ... this is just gross. because god knows that they'd rub their greasy hands after eating chips onto their jeans, and whatever else they might touch during the day. it's not even not washing it for a day or two...it sometimes becomes a week. imagine all the flavors you can find on that jean by the end of the week. granted that i will never be the one to lick and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. they like to observe their bodily functions. ie. farting, burping. really, who wants to know how far the sound of your fart went, how deathly the smell is, and if you farted successfully without anyone knowing? that's just gross. don't talk about what color your poop was, or how yellow your snot is after your flu. we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. they grab their crotches...in public...all the time. i don't understand this one. do they think that they're in their own bubble for that long moment where &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one &lt;/span&gt;could see them when they do it? dude, surprise. we saw you do it, and its disgusting. you don't see us girls reaching down there to scratch ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i was doing a little research before writing, and asked a guy friend of mine. and this is what our conversation was like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; -  what do guys do that girls don't? thats considered disgusting to a girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; - use logic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this kid needs to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;defenestrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-3701115705546628801?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/3701115705546628801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=3701115705546628801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3701115705546628801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3701115705546628801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/11/39-days-till-christmas.html' title='39 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-6091876138021258911</id><published>2007-11-13T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:48:21.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>little kids are awesome || 41 DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; - wow, its finally cold enough for me to see my breath when i blow out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;little cousin&lt;/span&gt; - yeah... i wonder if when you fart, you'd be able to see that too?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-6091876138021258911?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/6091876138021258911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=6091876138021258911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6091876138021258911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6091876138021258911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-kids-are-awesome-41-days-till.html' title='little kids are awesome || 41 DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-3653385465671876909</id><published>2007-11-12T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:53:21.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers 101</title><content type='html'>on my way out of class today, i saw a guy standing in front of the building's front doors with a bundle of flowers in his arms. it was such a cute sight, because he had his ipod headphones on, and you could see that he was SO embarrassed, but he still stood there even though people were looking at him weird. it was THE cutest things. so, needless to say, that you sweet guy, because you inspired my newest post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, respect, passion, courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness, gentility, grace, faith, thankfulness, admiration, confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friendship, joy, happiness, zeal, jealousy, caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHITE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;innocence, purity, serene, heavenly, silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;PEACH&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;CORAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enthusiasm, desire, sweetness, modesty, joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faithfulness, passion, hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most common flowers people tend to go for are: carnations, daffodils, iris', lily's, orchids, roses, sunflowers, and tulips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;carnations&lt;/span&gt; - given when we were little kids in elementary school and we had no real money to buy our moms a mother's day gift. these carnations probably sold so well because they came in all possible colors, including &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;! a real frenzy with little 5 and 6 year olds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;daffodils&lt;/span&gt; - probably the cutest looking flower that everyone has at least heard of. it looks like a bell, which is pretty cool...but not as cool as the other ones, once you've gotten to see them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;iris &lt;/span&gt;- not only does this double as a human name, these flowers are pretty and purple. no, they are not lavenders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lily &lt;/span&gt;- is another one that doubles as a human name. they look kind of mixed. they have a little bit of white and purple in them...with a huge antenna sticking out of it's center...a little alien to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;orchids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- one of the hardest flowers to grow, to my understanding. i think most people like to receive these flowers for bragging rights when it does grow, and perhaps as a symbol of the relationship. (ie. it's hard to piece together, but once it buds, its a beautiful and simple thing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;roses&lt;/span&gt; - THE single most common flower. it's edible too. they come in a couple of colors, but of course, red is the most famous one for being a sign of passion and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sunflowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- these flowers are seriously the size of a kid's face. they're funny to look at. and plus, you can eat sunflower seeds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;tulips&lt;/span&gt; - ...just graceful looking. no one really buys them for anyone alone, but maybe in a whole bundle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favorite flower? it has got to be the the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bird of paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RzktClDQueI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GZbiylhDPcI/s320/bird-of-paradise-flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132182772694170082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;flower color meanings - credit to www.flowerparade.ca/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-3653385465671876909?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/3653385465671876909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=3653385465671876909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3653385465671876909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3653385465671876909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/11/flowers-101.html' title='flowers 101'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RzktClDQueI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GZbiylhDPcI/s72-c/bird-of-paradise-flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-2876221942785611196</id><published>2007-11-08T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:27:50.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>46 days till christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR LONG FOR THIS, AND ITS FINALLY HERE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RzOLgCjt3OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1N2h7hUvihI/s320/1122brllstarbucks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130597783063878882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STARBUCKS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;T &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate coffee, but i love starbucks. ...no, i dont think im being irrationally contradicting, because starbucks has drinks made for non-coffee drinkers like me. and no, it does not take the fun out of drinking starbucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that starbucks has finally started the season off with their decorative cups, then it starts the cue for me to begin counting down to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i know thanksgiving still hasn't come, but really...who cares about thanksgiving. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-2876221942785611196?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/2876221942785611196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=2876221942785611196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2876221942785611196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2876221942785611196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-waiting-all-year-long-for-this.html' title='46 days till christmas'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RzOLgCjt3OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1N2h7hUvihI/s72-c/1122brllstarbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-2447143800064225766</id><published>2007-11-06T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:47:28.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menopause'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancies'/><title type='text'>a girl</title><content type='html'>so in light of my running and me actually making an effort to stay healthy and skinny, here is a list of why its so hard to be a girl:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. yeah, im trying to stay healthy and skinny by running but what is my reward as a girl? granted, i do get to get rid of my spare tire and thighs, BUT NOT MY BOOBS! it completely doesn't make sense that God would give us bigger boobs during pregnancy because you already can't see your feet but not only that, now you can't see the whole bottom half of yourself BECAUSE of your enlarged boobs. what kind of common sense is that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. speaking of pregnancies, women are praised for being the major procreator...so why must we bear through labor? why can't it be a smooth sailing, minus the morning sickness, the stretch marks, and the contractions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. our dear, monthly best bestest friend. this friend does not go away until we are about in our 50s. during our youthfulness, we obviously will be active, wear white, and many other things. but now with this monthly friend, whom may i add does not always get here on time...its like a major guessing game sometimes...it is recommended that we should not wear white in case the uber RED clashes with the uber white and frames you out of the thousands of people you might be apart of. aside from that, this monthly friend also brings along bloating, cramps, and mood eating. which is not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. menopause. yay, our friend is done. but WAIT! you get hot flashes, extra mood swings and more wrinkles! SURPRISE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. who ever said that being a girl means being easy to dress? sure, we might have cuter clothes when we were toddlers, but when we get older...yeah, right. look forward to extremely bland colored old people clothes...while our male counter parts enjoy looking younger with their clothes as we age... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what kind of cruel game is this God playing? it's not funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-2447143800064225766?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/2447143800064225766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=2447143800064225766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2447143800064225766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2447143800064225766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/11/girl.html' title='a girl'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1501502884216869568</id><published>2007-11-05T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:39:39.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russell peters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im coming down with something...meaning my nose is leaking, my head is pounding, and my cheek bones kinda hurt too. i needed a good laugh, and i remembered russell peters. he's like, the greatest&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; indian canadian comedian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i've ever watched. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- extremely funny, don't watch with any food or drink in your mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24Ryj1ywoqw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24Ryj1ywoqw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8515796981480432573-1501502884216869568?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1501502884216869568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1501502884216869568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1501502884216869568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1501502884216869568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-im-coming-down-with-something.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1085455278708784695</id><published>2007-10-31T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:52:39.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>find your beauty</title><content type='html'>people have a hard time defining what beauty is. i think beauty is all around us. beauty to me is my friend's laugh; the way a baby clings to it's mother; the colors of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Ryk93_8dagI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iEdCsmirfYQ/s1600-h/IMG_3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Ryk93_8dagI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iEdCsmirfYQ/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127697683005139458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Ryk-Bv8dahI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wkecUHloP8o/s1600-h/IMG_3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Ryk-Bv8dahI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wkecUHloP8o/s320/IMG_3560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127697850508864018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Ryk-SP8dajI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c69eFcJ_r60/s1600-h/IMG_3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Ryk-SP8dajI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c69eFcJ_r60/s320/IMG_3570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127698133976705586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Ryk-KP8daiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xd8DYLzN87g/s1600-h/IMG_3564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Ryk-KP8daiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xd8DYLzN87g/s320/IMG_3564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127697996537752098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the view of my old dorm room. prettiful isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-1085455278708784695?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1085455278708784695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1085455278708784695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1085455278708784695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1085455278708784695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/find-your-beauty.html' title='find your beauty'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Ryk93_8dagI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iEdCsmirfYQ/s72-c/IMG_3556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1007996476865195722</id><published>2007-10-30T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:28:55.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ang lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lust'/><title type='text'>lust, caution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rydy0_8dafI/AAAAAAAAAGE/x2DD62quVSE/s1600-h/200px-Lust_caution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rydy0_8dafI/AAAAAAAAAGE/x2DD62quVSE/s320/200px-Lust_caution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127192955628382706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/cbmTDLmTW7/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/cbmTDLmTW7/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo credits: wikipedia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is ang lee's latest movie. if you don't know who he is, he's a taiwanese director who broke through hollywood with films like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crouching tiger, hidden dragon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brokeback mountain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hulk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard and seen a lot of bad rap for ang lee's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lust, caution&lt;/span&gt;, but the one that got me started was this particular one with the hong kong media. the hk media was questioning the main actor, tony leung, about whether or not he was having real sex on the movie set or not. i've always found that the hong kong press has always been a lot more perverted than our american media. perhaps because the hk press is always taking extra careful to find pictures of actors/actresses exposing themselves by accident. it happens, but we move on, where as the hk actor/actress who gets caught will have to explain themselves out of it and apologize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i dont think the question to tony leung should have been, "were you having real sex on the set", but it should have been a statement praising ang lee for such great filming that it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; like they're having sex. im happy that ang lee is getting away from that sterotypical hong kong movie where its cutsey and funny with a major lack of substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just really bothers me that the hk media can't just be more mature about it. but i know someone is bound to tell me it's also a cultural thing. [rolls eyes]&lt;rolls&gt; yes, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/rolls&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-1007996476865195722?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1007996476865195722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1007996476865195722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1007996476865195722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1007996476865195722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/lust-caution.html' title='lust, caution'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rydy0_8dafI/AAAAAAAAAGE/x2DD62quVSE/s72-c/200px-Lust_caution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-1787152721280779331</id><published>2007-10-29T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:20:39.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>winter</title><content type='html'>five reasons why i hate winter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my face feels like its on constant botox. i dont know why people waste money to get botox done. just freeze your face for a couple of minutes. if you dont like it, put it back in some heat, and viola...you've got your face back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i like my snow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;...like, whiter than hong kong people's skin. when it turns black and yellow, then its just too much. i dont want to slush around in black snow and eat yellow snow by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i love to travel, so when snow blocks my airplane, im not a happy camper especially if i have to camp in an airport with a million other cranky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i can't go outside with wet hair anymore. i can, but it'll probably fall off if it snaps if it ever gets cold enough. its not fun to have your hair freeze over. it might be amusing to boys, but not for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. mornings are inevitably darker, aka, i dont want to get up in the early morning anymore. its just so depressing. no wonder why alaska tends to have a bigger suicide rate. but then again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEAVE ALASKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...dont kill yourself...duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five reasons why i love winter: [i know im contradicting, but i am because i can. =)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my favorite holiday is in the winter! CHRISTMAS! Christmas songs, GIFTSS, movies!! theres just something magical about Christmas that makes me love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PPS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 1 : "what's your favorite holiday?"&lt;br /&gt;friend 2 : "my birthday" [includes a stupid grin]&lt;br /&gt;get over it...your birthday is not a holiday unless you're born on july 4th, april fools or etc. otherwise...you're really not that special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. FOOD O_O christmas food kicks thanksgiving food twice over. theres bigger turkeys, better desserts, egg nogg...i dont really like it, but its a cool name. candy canes...hot chocolate, fondu sets...you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. longer break for college. we get a month! how nice is that?! one word for high school students... HA! so glad im not in high school anymore. cant help ya there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. snow angels. so sweet. so simple. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. shopping. not so much me going...but me watching other people kill each other over that stupid toy you could have just bought online sans the lines, crazy mom shoppers, and crying kids next door at the christmas photoshoot with a scary looking santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just got myself really wanting christmas now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-1787152721280779331?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/1787152721280779331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=1787152721280779331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1787152721280779331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/1787152721280779331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/winter.html' title='winter'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-8442662004053451666</id><published>2007-10-25T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:09:00.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PAY ATTENTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yz99g5Pv0GE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yz99g5Pv0GE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               TO OUR WORLD AND IT'S NEEDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-8442662004053451666?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/8442662004053451666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=8442662004053451666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/8442662004053451666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/8442662004053451666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/pay-attention-to-our-world-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4455172310008226729</id><published>2007-10-24T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:03:00.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>obession</title><content type='html'>man: "my woman told me that the lottery was 1.3 million today."&lt;br /&gt;boy: "my girl said that i look nice in blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is with the possesive phrases?? maybe its just the way guys talk to guys, but if we're not officially your girlfriends or your wife, please don't put a possesion on us. we're people, not sex objects. actually, no. you're not allowed to say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for boy- so what is considered "fair game"? when a girl is single, it means that no one has asked her to be their girlfriend. so if you like her and have several phone call chats with her, or if you go on group dates with her and her friends, that doesn't count. neither does a night out at dinner with just her, and you bump into friends, and automatically introduce her as "my girlfriend." &lt;br /&gt;that doesn't cut it. &lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll work until the friends are gone before she'll turn to you and ask you "since when did i become your girlfriend??" &lt;br /&gt;when you want to go out with someone, make sure that both parties are aware of it. please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question for girls: (or anyone who wants to answer)&lt;br /&gt;if you are interested in a guy, and the guy is interested in you, but he STILL hasn't asked you out, are you still on the market? or off the market? is it okay to continue looking as long as he hasn't asked you out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-4455172310008226729?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4455172310008226729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4455172310008226729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4455172310008226729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4455172310008226729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/obession.html' title='obession'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-2618365774793537085</id><published>2007-10-23T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:31:13.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brands'/><title type='text'>brand me for life</title><content type='html'>MORNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4PRSBIO5I/AAAAAAAAADk/dQWJg87rubM/s1600-h/box_whiteningpaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4PRSBIO5I/AAAAAAAAADk/dQWJg87rubM/s320/box_whiteningpaste.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124550215562967954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4PcSBIO6I/AAAAAAAAADs/hjxHoKwQef0/s1600-h/Colgate_Active_angle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4PcSBIO6I/AAAAAAAAADs/hjxHoKwQef0/s320/Colgate_Active_angle.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124550404541528994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4PxSBIO7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/1K6IUHQ98xM/s1600-h/images-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4PxSBIO7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/1K6IUHQ98xM/s320/images-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124550765318781874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4P_SBIO8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BJXYMcGGe2o/s1600-h/pd_richPlum_soap_hol07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4P_SBIO8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BJXYMcGGe2o/s320/pd_richPlum_soap_hol07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124551005836950466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4QxCBIO9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fayBpIcwook/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4QxCBIO9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fayBpIcwook/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124551860535442386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4R1SBIPCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EemJ53hu8dA/s1600-h/images-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4R1SBIPCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EemJ53hu8dA/s320/images-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124553033061514274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4RlSBIPBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HSZYVagujGQ/s1600-h/images-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4RlSBIPBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HSZYVagujGQ/s320/images-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124552758183607314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4SdCBIPFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bBGRWif_ngY/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4SdCBIPFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bBGRWif_ngY/s320/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124553715961314386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTERNOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4RDiBIO-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SEvjlxdalS8/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4RDiBIO-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SEvjlxdalS8/s320/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124552178363022306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4RSCBIO_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/DzZI86DZbd4/s1600-h/images-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4RSCBIO_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/DzZI86DZbd4/s320/images-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124552427471125490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4RbCBIPAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-RuAs0S66Fc/s1600-h/images-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4S0CBIPII/AAAAAAAAAFc/9evOdWxG0Ug/s320/Colgate_Active_angle.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124554111098305666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4S8SBIPJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nuqVhAe0UdM/s1600-h/images-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4S8SBIPJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nuqVhAe0UdM/s320/images-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124554252832226450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4TMyBIPLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F9ZqeHvULuU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4TMyBIPLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F9ZqeHvULuU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124554536300068018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-2618365774793537085?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/2618365774793537085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=2618365774793537085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2618365774793537085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2618365774793537085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/brand-me-for-life.html' title='brand me for life'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rx4PRSBIO5I/AAAAAAAAADk/dQWJg87rubM/s72-c/box_whiteningpaste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-2460549377415416803</id><published>2007-10-22T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:35:17.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knuckles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops'/><title type='text'>oddities</title><content type='html'>5 oddities about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i like bruises. &lt;br /&gt;granted they aren't from getting beat up from someone. i like them because usually they have a good story behind it. its like -&lt;br /&gt;friend : what happened?? [pointing to a huge ass bruise on my arm]&lt;br /&gt;me : oh! i was at paintballing and i took a shot for _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i announce a lot of what i do. including bathroom runs. &lt;br /&gt;its partly because i have a big family. every time i go somewhere (ie. bathroom) someone is bound to shout for me. so i save them that hassle by telling them that i have to go poop so that way they're not shouting for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i like lollipops. &lt;br /&gt;any type. any flavor. and i think i'll still like them even when i get to be a billion years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i have a compulsive thing with organizing my pictures. &lt;br /&gt;only on my computer though. i have to have a name for every picture, every video. it'd be best if i could remember the dates too. i'd put them down as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i crack my knuckles. &lt;br /&gt;and just about everything else too. the years in gymnastic did it to me. i can crack my hip, my spine, my knees, my elbows and everything in between you can think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending on that note: here's my favorite song of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/XLMAguQrJJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/XLMAguQrJJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-2460549377415416803?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/2460549377415416803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=2460549377415416803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2460549377415416803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/2460549377415416803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/oddities.html' title='oddities'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-6421196832516402103</id><published>2007-10-18T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:25:20.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael buble'/><title type='text'>he's hot</title><content type='html'>so, some of my guy friends (enough for me to write this) asked me how come their girlfriends could be taken away from them so easily when michael buble's songs come onto the radio. "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what is the fascination with this michael guy??&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;first and foremost- his name is pronounced michael "boo-blay". not boobly or bubbly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;secondly- there's just something irresistible about his face...let me put it this way...he's just one &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; guy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and last but definitely not least- he's our generation's frank sinatra. the way his voice rings out is just so romantic, and im almost positive that if our boyfriends could sing the way he does with the words that he mutters, then yes, we will be deeply captivated by you too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RxejVyEHiNI/AAAAAAAAADc/0zzTiR2poKM/s1600-h/mb_old3_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122742695768852690" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="173" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RxejVyEHiNI/AAAAAAAAADc/0zzTiR2poKM/s320/mb_old3_0.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RxejQyEHiMI/AAAAAAAAADU/VCKlgTj7PNo/s1600-h/mb_old2_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122742609869506754" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="174" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RxejQyEHiMI/AAAAAAAAADU/VCKlgTj7PNo/s320/mb_old2_0.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RxejLSEHiLI/AAAAAAAAADM/--B0pss3b1E/s1600-h/mb_car_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122742515380226226" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RxejLSEHiLI/AAAAAAAAADM/--B0pss3b1E/s320/mb_car_0.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rxei-yEHiJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zF2vR0xRsgQ/s1600-h/G4_03_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo credits: www.michaelbuble.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont know if he really says these things to his girlfriend, but omg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- "and you play it coy, but its kinda cute" - [michael buble : &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;if we played it coy, our boyfriends would be like, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;stop [insert gf's name]... its really not cute&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- "im just too far// from where you are//i wanna come home" - [michael buble : &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;honey, im busy, it'll take me a couple of more hours in the office.&lt;/span&gt; --lets face it, when guys are working, nothing can pry them from work. maybe if you were in labor, or if you died. but i dont suggest trying either one to "test" him out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- "oh i know the music is fine//like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun//laugh and sing, but while we're apart//don't give your heart to anyone" - [michael buble : &lt;em&gt;save the last dance for me&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;he is willing to let his girl dance with other guys and is just content to watch her laugh and smile and whats even better he wont get jealous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/8515796981480432573-6421196832516402103?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/6421196832516402103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=6421196832516402103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6421196832516402103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/6421196832516402103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-some-of-my-guy-friends-enough-for-me.html' title='he&apos;s hot'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RxejVyEHiNI/AAAAAAAAADc/0zzTiR2poKM/s72-c/mb_old3_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-5608126463414399548</id><published>2007-10-15T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:21:36.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS i am</title><content type='html'>the other day in psych class, professor woolfolk (no, i didn't make up her name) was telling us about how researchers are saying that PMS mood swings have nothing to do with our menstrual cycle. the menstrual cycle is not so much science as it is nature...if you get my drift. they just need more women researchers on this topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are certain things you boys just shouldn't say to your spouse/girlfriend when she's on this tedious and painful cycle. be considerate even though God decided not to be by giving us cramps and bloating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;: "honey, does my butt look fat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what guy should say&lt;/span&gt;: no sweetheart. its perfect like always. (or something along that line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what guy should not say&lt;/span&gt;: yes! MAN! it looks like you stuffed two watermelons in your jeans! --&gt;proceeds to point and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;warning&lt;/strong&gt;-know that once and if you say that, you are subjected to a slap across the face, or...depending on where she is standing, a perfume bottle, or a knife...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation 2:&lt;br /&gt;girl: "i can't fit into my pants. &lt;em&gt;i feel so bloated&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what guy should say&lt;/span&gt;: its okay. just make today your sweatpants day. you'd feel so much better in those anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what guy should not say&lt;/span&gt;: maybe you're not bloated and you just got fat.&lt;br /&gt;[...you're just looking for a fight if you say this.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation 3:&lt;br /&gt;girl: "i don't want to eat italian"&lt;br /&gt;boy: "but you told me you wanted to eat italian, like, two minutes ago"&lt;br /&gt;girl: "yes, but now i want chinese"&lt;br /&gt;--two minutes later--&lt;br /&gt;girl: "wait, make that french"&lt;br /&gt;boy: "no. i want italian now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what guy should do&lt;/span&gt;: take her to where she wants to go because she will be much happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what guy should not do&lt;/span&gt;: argue with her and make her even more upset.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;warning&lt;/strong&gt;-this only brings boy more trouble by refusing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation 4:&lt;br /&gt;girl: "you smell like sweat. go take a shower. its gonna make me gag"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what guy should do&lt;/span&gt;: go take a shower because you probably really do smell like sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what guy should not do&lt;/span&gt;: stand next to her and attempt to make her gag even more.&lt;br /&gt;[girls' sense of smell increases by like, 90 percent during our menstrual cycle. so don't go smoke, or drink, or go out with some girl at this time unless you want to get in super big trouble.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-5608126463414399548?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/5608126463414399548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=5608126463414399548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5608126463414399548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5608126463414399548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/pms-i-am.html' title='PMS i am'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-4728185345929177812</id><published>2007-10-09T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:34:33.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tvb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steps'/><title type='text'>steps 舞動全城</title><content type='html'>having grown up in a household of women (really only two) who ballroom dance, sparked that interest and love in me. although not enough for me to actually reach out and do it even though i do say i want to (any willing partners?). so its no big surprise that'd i'd love shows like &lt;em&gt;so you think you can dance&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;dancing with the stars&lt;/em&gt;. not only does &lt;em&gt;so you think you can dance&lt;/em&gt; provide a good show, but these people can actually dance! they're so skilled in their own categories, but can also pull off something totally different within a week for the show. that's talent. as for &lt;em&gt;dancing with the stars&lt;/em&gt;...its just interesting to see a familiar tv face trying to dance... i really wish that they would cover wayne newton's botox-ed face up with some circus makeup. i think i'd enjoy it more. he's a real good singer, but...face?? i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rwvs1aWDKaI/AAAAAAAAACc/HvFEng35ghM/s1600-h/so-you-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119445803785726370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rwvs1aWDKaI/AAAAAAAAACc/HvFEng35ghM/s320/so-you-dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rwvs6KWDKbI/AAAAAAAAACk/lqLTMRGV0do/s1600-h/dancestars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119445885390105010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rwvs6KWDKbI/AAAAAAAAACk/lqLTMRGV0do/s320/dancestars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo credits: metatu.be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo credits: abcmedianet.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, it shouldn't be much of a shocker that i was totally excited when TVB came out with their own version of a dance series, &lt;em&gt;steps&lt;/em&gt;. its a retarded name...i know, but the show is actually not THAT bad. i don't think im being biased this time, but i do have to say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chinese people can't dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, there's just really no denying it. we don't have those loose hips that can move the way white/latinos can. when i watch &lt;em&gt;steps&lt;/em&gt;, i can't help but laugh because their dancing looks very amateur to me, even though kate tsui and bernice liu both have dancing backgrounds. the rest of the series is really cute, but the dancing just doesn't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwvvQKWDKcI/AAAAAAAAACs/P7FW8qDYyC8/s1600-h/TVB_Drama_Steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwvvZaWDKdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fa3apMRjqCw/s1600-h/TVB_Drama_Steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119448621284272594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwvvZaWDKdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fa3apMRjqCw/s320/TVB_Drama_Steps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo credits: wikipedia 舞動全城&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on top of that, &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; chinese viewers are so conservative, many of the dancing has been watered down, so you're not really getting that 'latin spice' to the series. if they allowed dancing like the moves in &lt;em&gt;dirty dancing: havana nights&lt;/em&gt;, then that'd be awesome. i went in, hoping to finally see some good dancing from these girls who have had that dancing background, and instead TVB says, no your dress line is too low and no bodily contact...whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so overall, i do like the series, but not because of the dancing, which is a total bummer because the series is supposed to be a dancing series...if that even makes sense&lt;/div&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/8515796981480432573-4728185345929177812?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/4728185345929177812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=4728185345929177812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4728185345929177812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/4728185345929177812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/steps.html' title='steps 舞動全城'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/Rwvs1aWDKaI/AAAAAAAAACc/HvFEng35ghM/s72-c/so-you-dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7045167981442216021</id><published>2007-10-05T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:40:31.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash'/><title type='text'>doggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwauJ4bXZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/9pQV5FYUa5U/s1600-h/cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117969511342368210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwauJ4bXZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/9pQV5FYUa5U/s320/cash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says hi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tgif]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-7045167981442216021?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7045167981442216021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7045167981442216021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7045167981442216021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7045167981442216021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/dog.html' title='doggie'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwauJ4bXZdI/AAAAAAAAACM/9pQV5FYUa5U/s72-c/cash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-7027741369082023101</id><published>2007-10-04T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:03:56.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jedi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosswalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedestrian'/><title type='text'>crosswalk jedi's</title><content type='html'>has anyone ever come across "those kinds of pedestrians" when they're driving and has stopped at a crosswalk when all of a sudden *BAM* the pedestrian holds up their hand at your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwVu44bXZcI/AAAAAAAAACE/bvB9YiyiTWI/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117618475075331522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwVu44bXZcI/AAAAAAAAACE/bvB9YiyiTWI/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ped: stop now, you shall.&lt;br /&gt;driver: wtf [honks]&lt;honks&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ped: float out of the way, your car will.&lt;br /&gt;driver: [honks some more]&lt;honks&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the pedestrian continues along the crosswalk, hand still up, glaring at the driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;priceless&lt;/em&gt; how some americans are so retarded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-7027741369082023101?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/7027741369082023101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=7027741369082023101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7027741369082023101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/7027741369082023101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/crosswalk-jedis.html' title='crosswalk jedi&apos;s'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwVu44bXZcI/AAAAAAAAACE/bvB9YiyiTWI/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-3510682001369493999</id><published>2007-10-03T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:26:51.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etiquette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane'/><title type='text'>airplane etiquette</title><content type='html'>i travel a lot, and i am one of those people who like to follow airport/airplane rituals. it bugs the crap out of me that other people don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule 1: finding your seat. please look at your ticket, because it &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; say what seat and what aisle letter you're supposed to be in. when i come down the aisle, and find that you're sitting in my seat, don't play stupid and say 'no...i think this is my seat. let me see your ticket.' NO DUDE! let ME see YOUR ticket. what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule 2: getting seated. when someone is already sitting in the aisle seat and your seat is either the middle or the window, have the courtesy to say excuse me, because much to your surprise, they might even get up for you. for the person who's sitting down already, no we don't take pleasure in having your butt close to being rubbed in our faces as you pass by, or having your crotch like, ____ that close to our face either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwQQcobXZaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GdunMnVx6A4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117233160674305442" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="144" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwQQcobXZaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GdunMnVx6A4/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--neither of these situations are pleasant. rule 3: snoring. if you know you snore, then do us all a favor, and buy a breathe right strip and put it on your nose. i promise, it doesn't hurt. rule 4: farting. if you've ever noticed, if you fart at the front of the plane, and you travel to the back like, an hour later, you can still smell it. so don't do it because despite what your mother tells you, your fart or your poop does not smell nice. rule 5: getting out. once again, say excuse me. don't step on people its not nice. rule 6: leaving the plane. we're all going out the same way and no matter how fast you manage to dart out of the plane, you still have to get online for customs. so don't push and wait for your turn. people don't appreciate having to be squished against each other just so you can get out a couple of minutes earlier. if it makes any flyer anymore comforted, even celebrities need to go through secruity. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwQXHIbXZbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lgTlqgrHKqM/s1600-h/293_beckinsale_kate_100307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117240487888512434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwQXHIbXZbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lgTlqgrHKqM/s320/293_beckinsale_kate_100307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--there goes kate beckinsale flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dean/gabo/bauer/griffin.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source: courtesy of eonline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-3510682001369493999?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/3510682001369493999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=3510682001369493999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3510682001369493999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3510682001369493999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/airplane-etiquette.html' title='airplane etiquette'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/RwQQcobXZaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GdunMnVx6A4/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-3768088418612230566</id><published>2007-10-01T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:16:07.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>age doesn't really matter</title><content type='html'>all this nonsense about birthdays...nothing monumental ever happens in a birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 1: its your "first" birthday; christmas; and whatever firsts your parents try to give to poor you. the plus side is, you'll never remember it, granted there leaks a photo or two of you being retarded looking in that princess hat...when you're a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 6: your just at that height where you're looking at everyone's crotches. i dont know if that's considered good or bad... but the definite upside is that you're still free at restaurants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 8: just a lucky chinese number. suddenly you've become noticed in your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 13: you're finally a teen! ...and thats about all. wait no. you can sign up for facebook now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 14: your parents can officially make you go to work and earn money for them to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 16: 3 words for girls--super sweet sixteen. for boys--driving permit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 17: here is when you're driving permit sort of solidifies. but you still can't drive without an adult over 21, and you still can't drive past midnight...i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 18: the uh-oh year. not only can you see a rated-R movie by yourself now, you can vote; you can buy cigarettes; in some states, gamble; AND you can get yourself screwed in vegas and get married on a whim. but you might get drafted...so hold that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 19-20: the second year of college...you realize that sophomore year is gonna be super hard but super fun with parties. also, you're not really going anywhere from 18 and you're not really there to 21 yet. so it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 21: !! everything and more. you can smoke, DRINK, go to a club &lt;em&gt;without &lt;/em&gt;the need for a fake ID, gamble, ...and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 22: realize that you're about to graduate from college, that you still don't know what you're doing with your life, and that you still need to get a real job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 25: ...you can rent a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN drop down to your 40s because your 30s is just the meaningless 'i hate my job' stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 40: your mid-life crisis. you go out and buy a red convertible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 65: congratulations, you're a senior citizen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*its always nice to be a kid*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-3768088418612230566?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/3768088418612230566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=3768088418612230566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3768088418612230566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/3768088418612230566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/10/age-doesnt-really-matter.html' title='age doesn&apos;t really matter'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515796981480432573.post-5062650661520882620</id><published>2007-09-30T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:23:47.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><title type='text'>chinese children [and our parents]</title><content type='html'>as a chinese kid, there are tons of things that we have to live up to make not only our parents happy, but also the world happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;get straight A's...forever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you're parents' friends' kids are good at something--you should be better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a 2400 on your SATs plus extra credit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you HAVE to get into an Ivy League&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kid- "mom, i don't want to eat this rice anymore."&lt;br /&gt;mom- "what?! there are kids around this world who don't have food to eat even when they are hungry! you should be glad that you have hot food on your plate..." --&gt; continues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be a doctor. Or a lawyer, or an accountant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you need to know how to play the piano and the violin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never talk back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't watch TV, reading should be your entertainment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they're right, you're wrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;other oeople:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're supposed to be good in math&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and science&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you should know what 'ching chang chong' means&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you don't party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you get red when you drink the tiniest bit of alcohol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're short and have slanty eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you know kung-fu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we dance to "Everybody Loves Kung-fu Fighting"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have a funny accent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you don't spend money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515796981480432573-5062650661520882620?l=my-tot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/feeds/5062650661520882620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515796981480432573&amp;postID=5062650661520882620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5062650661520882620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515796981480432573/posts/default/5062650661520882620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-tot.blogspot.com/2007/09/chinese-children-and-our-parents.html' title='chinese children [and our parents]'/><author><name>kasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18283451517334773586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9tnJ7ivZmo/SLxngVyuXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cTKgJ8IF4lM/S220/gafas_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
