<?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-2321658427115567581</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:02:56.065-07:00</updated><category term='today'/><title type='text'>YAY... Elyssa's life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1390604478095639481</id><published>2010-08-12T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:59:08.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more month!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Sept 12 is right around the corner and I get to finally see you again! Well hear your voice at least, since of you family vacation. I wonder if you're still considering the future blurry? What happened to make you think of that? ))))))))': But anyways, I just need you to write back to me. All the things you promised, should not go to a waste, at least let some come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh too lazy to continue. Deuces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1390604478095639481?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1390604478095639481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-more-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1390604478095639481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1390604478095639481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-more-month.html' title='1 more month!'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5033729937471746948</id><published>2010-08-03T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:10:00.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It says it all</title><content type='html'>Ain't no other man &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing sexier than a guy that can hold his own. A guy that could take care of himself on top of holding his family, friends, and love on high priority. A guy with a purpose. Intellect, respect, confidence. Confidence. The guy that will make mistakes only to pick himself back up. The type of guy you can trust because he’s gotten past games. A guy who finally realizes that there is nothing else worth winning besides your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy proves that chivalry isn’t dead. He believes you’re beautiful. The type of guy to open doors, let you walk in first, holds your bag. But trust, this type of guy isn’t scared to man up to you. Yes, you. He will yell. You fight, he’ll fight just as hard. Because real men don’t back down from any type of fight worth fighting. He wants you to do the right thing just as much as you want the same for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy who remembers to say good morning and good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it all sounds so simple. But I know well enough that it’s a journey to get to this point and lifetime to maintain it. For all these guys out there, keep doing it. There’s a girl out there for you that’s just as proud as I am of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ingridcarmel.tumblr.com/post/901434659/aint-no-other-man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5033729937471746948?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5033729937471746948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-says-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5033729937471746948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5033729937471746948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-says-it-all.html' title='It says it all'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-779949923904436168</id><published>2010-07-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:51:00.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesters my mind.</title><content type='html'>So damn irritated. So basically I give you advice for no effing reason. I never was in your position and I don't know how it feels to be you. But I spend time thinking what to say to you and you just throw it out the garbage. You do stuff, after I tell you to stop and not do it in the first place. What does he have in the first place anyways? Blowing up my phone all the time tooooo. Like hello, life isn't all about texting and talking all the time. ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, I really wish you were here with me, enjoying summer. I miss you so much. I love long car rides because you know that's where I think about everything, but now everything's okay, but you not here is so painful. Its hard going to sleep not hearing from you, I got so used to it. I wish you sent me those goodmorning texts that I get. I wish you were the one driving me around. I wish you were the one to explain to my mom why I came home late. I super duper miss you. Yesterday you called your mom and I was happy because I can finally send you letters, but later that night I wish you called me instead, like you said you were. But its okay, she's your mom. Anyways, Pat, Isabel and Roland wanted to go to Twin peaks, but I couldn't because that's our place. I didn't want to be remembered of the first time we went there together, homecoming night or other memories you gave me there. Thank you for everything. Hope you're doing fine in training. 1 week down, 8 more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-779949923904436168?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/779949923904436168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/07/pesters-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/779949923904436168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/779949923904436168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/07/pesters-my-mind.html' title='Pesters my mind.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-4918824793769795829</id><published>2010-07-15T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:15:04.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you.</title><content type='html'>The first couple of days, I was fine. I seriously was, I only cried on Saturday. But as time goes on, it gets harder and harder at night, when I wish you were online so I can entertain me and when my phone rings I wish its either a text/call from you. It ain't happening. I woke up at 11. I've never done that, only because I couldn't sleep at night, every time I closed my eyes all I would think about is you. I wonder how you're doing. I wish I can get a morning call from you to wake me up too. I miss those, when I would get so mad at you. I miss your bipolar times. I miss complaining to you about everything. I miss watching you play bball for hours. I miss eating a lot of food with you. I miss you carrying my purse for me, opening the door and feeding me. I miss trashing up your car. I miss making you wait for me to get ready. I miss your voice. I miss your stupid jokes. I miss you calling me names. I miss fighting with you. I miss racing you to your car. I miss you talking about the most stupidest shit ever and making me watch the news. I miss everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry, but then I get heartaches. I love your friends, they check up on me all the time and I heard you didn't even ask them to. That means a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how you were once a stranger to me, now you mean to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-4918824793769795829?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4918824793769795829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4918824793769795829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4918824793769795829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-you.html' title='Missing you.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5816356866533834711</id><published>2010-07-11T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:18:24.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,718 miles away.</title><content type='html'>Less than 24 hours ago, you departed to go to Air force training, but you still haven't departed my thoughts, feelings and me. I held my tears back until I exited out the airport doors because you have asked me not to cry in front of you. I cried till I got in the car and your sister wouldn't start the car till I stopped. Your brother-in-law made me laugh tons on my way home. Your family comforted me and I did the same back to them. I know you said its only 9 weeks. But compared to seeing you everyday, I won't see you till Sept. 12, and I can only talk to you through letters. Love fails on me. I've never experienced this with anyone, but you. I never got to say, I love you to you and you said you're still waiting for that special moment. But anyways, I got home and it seemed like my family started to actually wanna talk it out with me. I tried not to cry and I waited till I was in my room and basically fell asleep since I only slept for 4 hours. I woke up with thousands of texts from people and it was mostly your homies checking up on me. I love them. It really motivated me to put a smile out today. I talked to one of them and it really helped. I was able to go out today and have laughs with friends who were willing to deal with me. I love them for being there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful and happy. I love life and I'm so proud of you. I'm gonna write you a letter hopefully tomorrow and send it to you once I get your first letter. I miss you. Don't put up with my misery and try to have fun there, even if its hard. I hope you're doing fine and I hope you know Guardian Angels are watching you. I'll see you in my dreams tonight. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5816356866533834711?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5816356866533834711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/07/1718-miles-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5816356866533834711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5816356866533834711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/07/1718-miles-away.html' title='1,718 miles away.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1810066219701575906</id><published>2010-06-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:44:04.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a girls day out faaast!</title><content type='html'>I miss my gals and I just wanna go out with yall, but stupid boyfriends and home imprisonments always gotta be cock blocking. I need a ladies' day out faast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1810066219701575906?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1810066219701575906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-girls-day-out-faaast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1810066219701575906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1810066219701575906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-girls-day-out-faaast.html' title='I need a girls day out faaast!'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7898112003679538123</id><published>2010-06-23T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:51:36.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing to say.</title><content type='html'>Gahh, Stop blowing up my phone and fricken sending me every damn message you and ur bf send to each other. It gets so annoying, with both of ur drama. Fighting for no reason? Grow up! I feel bad not replying back you because you are my book of secrets and like you're always there for me. But there are times when we don't need to send me useless info. Its not like you listen to every piece of advice I give you anyways. I'm here tryna enjoy my summer. But every damn second I here my phone ringing from a message from you. Give me a break. Then like I feel like you've changed ever since you went out with that guy, everytime I tell you something you would just reply back like one sentence or very short responses. So far this is what has consisted of my summer. This problem is more irritating than Mckayla's stupidness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7898112003679538123?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7898112003679538123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-thing-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7898112003679538123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7898112003679538123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-thing-to-say.html' title='One thing to say.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-6364105391200140599</id><published>2010-06-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:23:43.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal with it.</title><content type='html'>I don't get how people complain not being with their boyfriends/ girlfriends or lovers for 3 days or 1 week or something. They don't think of the worst can happen. Everyone thinks of their own damn life is much worst than anyone's. Has anyone ever considered my position or at least my friends who complain to me about this? Gah, imagine 6 weeks for training away and then another 6 years. WTH. Thinking about this crap, just makes me all different inside and I try to hide it because I don't want people to think I only care about myself. When that's not true. It just that people rub in it my face when they're like "I miss him/ her so much" Think about me for once? Every night I wish the days go by slower. Sigh... it irks me. Dudes like totally just deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I miss my mommy. I actually have to do work around the house. But then I have hella freedom to myself, I can go home anytime I want, I can eat whatever I want, do what I want, use her car, spend hella money and no one cares. She'll be back on Thursday. Summer is kinda boring tho because I'm hot home till 2 then go out then go home around 10 ish. Like its wake up, eat, work out, get ready, watch tv, go out, eat, go home, go online and sleep. Not really what I expected. But I got to deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-6364105391200140599?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6364105391200140599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/06/deal-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6364105391200140599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6364105391200140599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/06/deal-with-it.html' title='Deal with it.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2042496645972084318</id><published>2010-05-24T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:31:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so lazy to do any homework, but I have quite many to do. 12 more days of school, and the last week doesn't even count because it finals. I can't wait for summer. I'm gonna get my permit soon and like gee i have no car since my mama sold it. I need a job. I need a lot of things. I want it, not need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going great. I just had a wonderful weekend overall. I didn't stress about projects not like last year's. I'm so thankful for everything. I've realize of I block people out of my life, I have less stressors to worry about and instead people will just come to me. If you want me part of your life, come to me and I'm not even gonna put effort in being friends with people who do not want me. Its totally just a waste of time. I just hate how people can only come to you when they need something, lately I've come to an end, to know who my real friends are and who are worth suffering for. I do know people who have never showed benefit in our relationship, but I have. Well those people can suck it! Plus most of them only come to me about hw, school stuff, rides, money/ food or when no one is paying attention to them. I know I have to play nice, but it gets to a point where its survival of the fitess, you gotta play hard in this world and competitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunch group umbrella contains many people and out of all of those people I can only trust 7 people and 4 of them have my full trust, who are in my speed dial whenever i need someone to talk to. Someone told me, this world is full of competition, you need to be greedy once in awhile, even tho its ur friends. I agree with competition but not greediness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2042496645972084318?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2042496645972084318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/05/competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2042496645972084318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2042496645972084318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/05/competition.html' title='Competition.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-713370017613993198</id><published>2010-05-15T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:04:14.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to be alone.</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. today I didn't even wanna hang out with friends or family, I just wanted to isolate myself. But since I made plans with friends I couldn't cat out on them because I wouldn't want them doing that to me. Even tho I wasn't in the mood I pushed myself. There's many internal conflicts going on right now, well for me. There's only 18 days of school left and I gotta strive for the best for the last few days of my sophomore year. I need time for myself. Things aren't really going the way I want it to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I don't even wanna finish this up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-713370017613993198?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/713370017613993198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-to-be-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/713370017613993198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/713370017613993198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-to-be-alone.html' title='I need to be alone.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-339428960811696574</id><published>2010-05-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:49:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will miss you.</title><content type='html'>There are exactly 65 days left before you go onto another stage in you're life. I know you'll only be gone for 6 weeks but that's a lot, compared to 6 days not seeing you &amp; there's no communication allowed. Then after that who knows how long we won't be able to communicate and how long will I be able to see you again. I know there are times I play hard to get and why don't I just give in, but still you stand here right beside me treating me as if I'm your own girl. I tell myself you're the guy I have always dreamed of having but then there's stuff in the way for things not to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't grok how people complain about not hearing from their beaus for 1 day or even 2 hours. Put yourself in my damn situation! It is hard enough thinking about it. Even tho I have nothing to do with him, he does mean a lot to me. He has shown me love consists of sacrifices, although there are rewards. I hide it most of the times when friends ask me about it, but like last night I slept at 9 pm, so I won't think about it. I cried myself to sleep. Once I woke up last night I told myself not to think negatively about it because I'm just wasting the last few moments and instead I can be spending time with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Stay single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-339428960811696574?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/339428960811696574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/339428960811696574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/339428960811696574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-miss-you.html' title='I will miss you.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-4267988451183304226</id><published>2010-04-18T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:03:26.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I needed.</title><content type='html'>Everything's going great. Life is good. Theres few stressors but why worry about those. This weekend is something I needed. I had no homework to worry about and had spare time to do what I wanted and just chill. It's been a while since life has been like this. Don't you just love sitting down in the car while someone is driving and thinking things out endlessly. Well  I do, it clears my mind a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that badminton is coming to an end? That I learned how to love my team? but not as much as last years. That theres less than than 2 months of my sophmore year left? Summers coming? I can get my driving permit soon? I'm turning 16 soon? Daymm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-4267988451183304226?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4267988451183304226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4267988451183304226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4267988451183304226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-needed.html' title='What I needed.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5496197691454910046</id><published>2010-04-06T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:17:59.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy one year Diamond!</title><content type='html'>Time flies. I remember last year when we first gathered together during badminton practice. Ahh, next thing you know it will be 10 years. Today hanging out with Diamond was fun, cooking and eating. Spending some good quality time together. I love being around Diamond knowing everything is safe with them. Nothing will break this bond that we have, no others can have the bond we have nor can anyone replace us. I love Diamond so much. 04.06.09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5496197691454910046?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5496197691454910046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-one-year-diamond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5496197691454910046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5496197691454910046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-one-year-diamond.html' title='Happy one year Diamond!'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5037110349470846661</id><published>2010-03-04T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:08:14.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't the same.</title><content type='html'>During this time of the year, last year, was the afternoons I look forward to. Now it is whatever. I don't get that excitement I used to have from last year. I know things change and not everything will always be the same. The reason I love badminton last year is because we got to choose the position we wanted to play because of course, it was fun. But this year has gone a whole new level, the coaches decide what we do and what we play. I don't think this will work out, just because they handpick positions doesn't mean we will be better, it is the ability of the players' skills. All sophomore year I awaited for this, and it is here. Maybe I should wait, until things are much more organized. Also, the minute I walked in to badminton last year, I had a vibe I will love it because of family, this year ain't the same. Ya dig? Everyone has their own little cliques, not interacting with one another, much of the newbies are rebels who skip out on running, don't count as a team or just sit around and chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am aging and growing up, I realize a few things I never realized before. But lately, I been trying to focus on school and trying to get some feel of the outside world, every chance I get but the rain is ruining it at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  getting a writer's block now but earlier I had a whole lot of things on mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5037110349470846661?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5037110349470846661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/03/aint-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5037110349470846661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5037110349470846661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/03/aint-same.html' title='Ain&apos;t the same.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2076198141958540069</id><published>2010-01-23T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:17:20.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to you.</title><content type='html'>I'm nothing but imperfection to you. I get yelled at for doing something that is meaningless to you and should have no effect on you whatsoever. I get yelled at for the wrong reasons and not the right. I want to get yelled at for the right. You snoop around my belongings like I have something to hide. I am more innocent than you think. You don't understand me enough. I hide myself crying at you because you will just make me cry more and more. I draw myself to sleep just so I can escape I pain inside me and get away from all the drama. When you bitch at me like this, nothing goes right. I can't focus enough to even open my chem book up and study. Killing time to go on the internet is just impossible. No phone or my connection effs up for me to call and talk to someone. I can't seem to find any of my music to warm my soul or even fix myself a good meal so I just end up skipping meals. I hide myself inside my room and cry, cry and cry because you always think you're the right when. All my hard work and effort is for us to get a better future, I do have dreams of you being in my future, I don't want you or Pops to have a hard time when you get old. But for my reward I get nothing, while Elainne gets a new game, new shoes or something she has been longing for. I have to actually earn things I want on my own. I actually work harder than kuya and elainne to be honest. Everytime I do something good, no thank, no compliment or not even a hug. Sometimes I ask myself when you brag about me in front of family or other filipinos, is it true or is it fake. But I do know you're true side, I am nothing to you really. Yeah I know I'm the one who you spend the most money on but is it only money you can give me, because I want love and your trust for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was writing this, unstoppable tears was coming down. Idk, what to do. This happens when I'm totally loving life and everything seems great with badminton coming, finals are over and nothing really to stress about. I fell asleep on the phone talking to Nick about all this and he tells me every time I cry, "there's no point of crying it's not gonna lead you to anywhere." Each time I don't understand what he means by that, but today I did. Thank you I met you and you always know the right thing to do and the right things to say. I'm sorry you got caught up into this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel abused that's all, mentally abused inside and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2076198141958540069?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2076198141958540069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2076198141958540069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2076198141958540069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-to-you.html' title='Nothing to you.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-6785345049885040548</id><published>2010-01-22T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:59:33.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/S1nZHHT10CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YCX6jYJDqFo/s1600-h/tumblr_kwmtb5XcIJ1qajohuo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/S1nZHHT10CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YCX6jYJDqFo/s320/tumblr_kwmtb5XcIJ1qajohuo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429609542016421922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/S1nZGl1PnJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_v5Fr_OQDLo/s1600-h/tumblr_kwmt7bQWh31qajohuo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/S1nZGl1PnJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_v5Fr_OQDLo/s320/tumblr_kwmt7bQWh31qajohuo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429609533029719186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hello Kitty house= "I admire the mexicans who built that."&lt;br /&gt;The Hello Kitty exhaust pipe= "That would be so clean."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-6785345049885040548?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6785345049885040548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6785345049885040548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6785345049885040548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-kitty.html' title='Hello Kitty'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/S1nZHHT10CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YCX6jYJDqFo/s72-c/tumblr_kwmtb5XcIJ1qajohuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-8789006682410686692</id><published>2010-01-15T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:59:17.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving it.</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't blogged in hella long. Here's a quick one. School, life in general and everything is going just the way I like it. Badminton is right around the corner &amp; I'm totally unfit for condition,that's the bad thing. haha. Finals is coming up and half a year more to go with sophmore year. Damn it did go fast. I'm almost 15 1/2, need to finish up drivers ed soon so I can get my permit and finally drive. But im hella lazy. Not cool. Especially with school in the way, its my main. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently having a movie night with flyest homies, the ones who never fail to make me laugh and they are effin funny, with everything they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-8789006682410686692?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8789006682410686692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-loving-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8789006682410686692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8789006682410686692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m loving it.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7924719132195395042</id><published>2009-12-31T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:43:48.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>I never really fulfilled my New Year's Resolution, every year I have one and I don't follow through it the whole year. So one of my resolution is to follow all my New Year's Resolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop spending money &amp; asking parents for money &lt;br /&gt;2. Stop wasting money on food &lt;br /&gt;3. Be more giving &lt;br /&gt;4. Feel empathy for everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;5. Not fight with my sister, never gonna happen but try not to start them &lt;br /&gt;6. Be much more thankful &lt;br /&gt;7. Put others before myself &lt;br /&gt;8. Spend more time with family, get closer to them &lt;br /&gt;9. Take more responisibity around the house &lt;br /&gt;10.Be a better person, being more down to earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year's to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7924719132195395042?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7924719132195395042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7924719132195395042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7924719132195395042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7942420467562966764</id><published>2009-12-27T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:02:14.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support</title><content type='html'>Ahh, I'm such a supportive daughter, not. My very own mother was asking me to come with her to Kaiser but I say no and rather stay home being bored to death. What kind of daughter am I? I started crying because when she was gone that's only when I realized I should have gone. I try to make myself a better person each day, but FAIL. Not cool. Each time I pray to GOD, I ask for him to make me a beneficial person to this world. How can I start if my attitude is always like that? There's people who are inspiration to me, to my Operation Beneficial. But nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7942420467562966764?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7942420467562966764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7942420467562966764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7942420467562966764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/support.html' title='Support'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7620270530438234207</id><published>2009-12-24T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:40:42.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRCGySVjFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lcDFZRpVYI0/s1600-h/49794448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRCGySVjFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lcDFZRpVYI0/s320/49794448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028935978880082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRBuFdbTwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bKqg7DlWNKY/s1600-h/Golden+gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRBuFdbTwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bKqg7DlWNKY/s320/Golden+gate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028511628939010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRBt2mcVsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bkNfADIifN4/s1600-h/12941_102728819746937_100000294597776_68804_6999778_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRBt2mcVsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bkNfADIifN4/s320/12941_102728819746937_100000294597776_68804_6999778_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028507640223426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRBtlRXTWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9lPfA984cfc/s1600-h/10624_102274083125744_100000294597776_57934_5335903_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRBtlRXTWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9lPfA984cfc/s320/10624_102274083125744_100000294597776_57934_5335903_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028502988410210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRBsxc7n5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/mnvJtrOEsUo/s1600-h/8532_102274563125696_100000294597776_57942_2263248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRBsxc7n5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/mnvJtrOEsUo/s320/8532_102274563125696_100000294597776_57942_2263248_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028489078284178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (So like the Golden Gate picture was a fail for me) &lt;br /&gt;Today was so fun. Went to Union City to grocery with my mommy then got dropped off at Nick's. We went to eat at Good-ah. These filipino ladies were off the hook with gossiping non-stop to whomever came inside and we sat next to them it was so annoying. We then left to go to drive to SF. Started off by parking the car in the garage walked around Meteron and ice skated, bleh I hate it because I fell and it was so cold like colder than outside. Then went to eat at Cheesecake factory. We took the cable car to Pier 39 and walked around. Then went back onto the cable car and drove to Stoneridg. Then went to Target then Tapex and ate some pho.More than half the time we were eating hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly appreciate Nick coming into my life, even if he's just a friend. Yesterday at his party his cousin, Krystal and Chris told me Nick has thrown such a huge impact into their lives. There were so many stories that amazed me. I can say he has in a short amount of time. He has shown me to put others before yourself. To take risks and don't worry about what is to come. To try at everything and not just to give up. He has shown me to venture out more and eat a lot of places like fat asses. lol. But yeah, I think I have been more responsible than ever and understanding my family more. He is a gentleman I can say, I never met another guy like him. Like when we went to Target one time Mckayla and I were looking for him and we find him helping out the grandma who works at Target putting all the sales items away. You don't see a teenage boy like that. Everytime he sees someone in need of help wether its money or anything he is willing to help. He is really kind to women like for real. He has never yelled back at his mom, helping his sister with finance problems and caring for his younger sister and of course he loves his grandma so dearly, willing to give up his dreams just for her. He never wants to see a girl hurt physically or emotionally. I love how his parents raised him, scared of women. He can be a girl himself at times as well. I'm not tryna brag about him but there needs to be more men out there like him. Parents need to raise their boys just like him for a better men in society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish everyone a Merry Christmas. I hope everyone has a wonderful time and may their christmas wishes may come true. My christmas wish is for everyone to be much more respectful to one another because this Holiday season, people were so rude to one another, like that holiday stress that you take out on other people. I was in line and this lady cuts me and she was like oh yeah you're not even gonna say excuse me. &amp; People don't usually say sorry now a days especially them people with hella kids, their kids be running everywhere. I mean don't have so much kids if you can't control them. I know that wasn't a good example of being respectful but hey that's just something that annoys me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7620270530438234207?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7620270530438234207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7620270530438234207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7620270530438234207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas time.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SzRCGySVjFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lcDFZRpVYI0/s72-c/49794448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5771700380699793166</id><published>2009-12-21T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:09:36.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do for Winterbreak</title><content type='html'>-Get a haircut (more layers)&lt;br /&gt;-Dye my hair?&lt;br /&gt;-Get eyebrows done&lt;br /&gt;-Facial with Annalee&lt;br /&gt;-O3l day? &lt;br /&gt;-Diamond dinner&lt;br /&gt;-Mckayla Makeover&lt;br /&gt;-Shopping of course&lt;br /&gt;-Play some badminton &lt;br /&gt;-SF with Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;-Tahoe? &lt;br /&gt;-Berkeley with Mimi&lt;br /&gt;-Tapex feast with Nick&lt;br /&gt;-Movies with Mckayla &amp; Triana &lt;br /&gt;-Day with Annalee (secret hide out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things I need to do. Hopefully I can do all this. So far Friday night went to a party &amp; hung out with Nick then Saturday went to the mall and just chillaxed, Sunday dinner with Annalee at Sushi house &amp; walked at the beach then sleepover with Mckayla and Triana at my place. Then today we cooked hella food and went driving (Triana drives like an old lady) and went to heron bay. Currently at my place figuring out what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5771700380699793166?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5771700380699793166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-to-do-for-winterbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5771700380699793166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5771700380699793166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-to-do-for-winterbreak.html' title='Things to do for Winterbreak'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-9043554118141541527</id><published>2009-12-21T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:38:18.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix this.</title><content type='html'>Saturday night was not the best night. I was just being a good friend to even thinking bout getting your boy a gift. Believe me or not, but that's the only reason I wanted to text him. But I never texted him because by the time you replied I was out of the mall, so I was like whatever next time. I got home and he IMed me. Then you send me an unexpected text, that I had no idea what you were talking about. I didn't know what the surprise was because he never told me. I never even knew you wanted to know in the first place. Plus, I don't know if you're mad if you wanted to know why I was gonna text him or about the surprise, which I had no clue you were talking about. You told me to stop acting so innocent, but I'm telling the truth. I just can't believe that you can't even listen or believe your own friend when you just met this guy &amp; I see the fact you can't even trust me talking to him for just one second that you need to find out everythang bout the conversation, that shows you don't trust me at all.You say you're not mad but from all the words you said,it all explains it. I haven't heard from you. I don't want to text or call you either because I don't know if you are mad or what. But idk anymore. I don't know how to fix this, so help me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can gain a friend in one year but lose one in a minute." &lt;&lt;&lt; hopefully that's not us. Because that was sorta pointless if it does happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-9043554118141541527?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/9043554118141541527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/fix-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/9043554118141541527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/9043554118141541527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/fix-this.html' title='Fix this.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-9216492585261683852</id><published>2009-12-19T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:32:46.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't count the days, make the days count."</title><content type='html'>The quote is very well true. We as people do countdowns to how many days are left for something and not all the time we make each day count.But yeah anyways, time flies. 2010 is right around the corner. 6 more months left of soph year left &amp; what not. The thing I'm really excited for is Badminton season. We start condition when we come back from break. The thing I been looking forward to all year, is coming pretty soon. I am truly going to miss last year's season but each year is a new experience to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2010 is coming pretty soon, hopefully my last few days of 2009 will be treasured as good memories. Damn it did go by fast. AH! I'm excited and sad at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: New Year's Resolution Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-9216492585261683852?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/9216492585261683852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-count-days-make-days-count.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/9216492585261683852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/9216492585261683852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-count-days-make-days-count.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t count the days, make the days count.&quot;'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1838889179203202424</id><published>2009-12-07T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:59:17.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness isn't about money.</title><content type='html'>Earlier in Chemistry we came across a discussion where people think we can buy happiness. People think it can, totally not true. One of those people is me, like on the real, all the time I tell myself I need to go shopping and get the latest fashion or Coach purses. Bleh, that's all crap because I'm not that happy with life yet, there's things I wish never happens. Also, once I get that latest style I'm not happy becuase a few days later you want the latest one and its all a chain reaction. My brother told me, "you can't keep up with fashion." A girl who works at F21 said, "Yes, you can if you work here." I totally agreed with her, but I thought about it for a while and you can't, she's wrong I bet inside she wishes F21 was her closet and she had so much money to buy all the clothes she wants. Isn't it every girl's dream? Well it is mines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty that I always ask my parents for this and that. Especially my daddy-o, I ask him for money as if money magically comes when I ask for it. I always seem to tell myself I won't ask for money anymore, but what do I do ask for more. All I think about is myself, I mean I know I'm just a young teenage girl trying to live my life. I don't show any appreciation at all either, thank yous are just not enough. Lately, I come home do homework, go out and just stay in my room, not caring to help around the house at all. See I haven't done the laundry ever since Freshmen year ended, while before I did it every week, I depend on my parents too much. When I go out I spend mucho money on my food like I'm just throwing away money, not thinking how my parents have to work so hard for it. Especially, when there's food at home, but it's hard and when you crave for something. Not every child gets it my way. God, please show me how to be more wise with money, focus on school, be benefical to this world and show more appreciation towards elderly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1838889179203202424?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1838889179203202424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-isnt-about-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1838889179203202424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1838889179203202424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-isnt-about-money.html' title='Happiness isn&apos;t about money.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3162692554453089141</id><published>2009-12-06T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:56:09.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the real.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just hate how you go to me to find out information about someone else. Like seriously and the fact you pretend to ask how I'm doing and what not then you change the subject so you can get info from me. YOU ARE SO CHEAP! Leave me alone! Move on! You got a boy already! Stalker! Augh. I used to feel bad for you before, but then I realized you were way too much. Gawd! I dont know what to do, you're just another stressor for me. I try to live each day too just like you, hoping things will get better also because in life there are disadvantages and you are one to my life. I know I am mean but I'm just saying the truth like on the real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having those talks that you wish never ends and hopes time will slow down just once. Ahh, well its a great feeling. It's nice to know you have someone here for you willing to listen to you and just vent out on whatevers on your mind. Like I said before I only have a handful of people I can tell everything to Annalee, Diamond (Rocel, Nicole, Kuya Kevin) and Haley. I think you are one now. That makes you a sixth person. There's people I wish I had time to tell everything to but there's just not enough time for us and like our schedules are packed. But you are willing to make time for me. Seriously tho and I'm starting to see it as we can be more than friends or buddies, we can be best friends forever and ever or partnas as you will say. Sticking with each other hand in hand no matta what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew everything in the world, I'm inquistive at times and not all the time people know the answer to my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:&lt;br /&gt;My madre is off this whole two weeks that I'm off for Winter break, augh shucks bootay bc she will be watching everything I do and where I go out to. Making her go with her to places and making me come home early. Great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3162692554453089141?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3162692554453089141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3162692554453089141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3162692554453089141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-real.html' title='On the real.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5595360418951273910</id><published>2009-11-27T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:03:29.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be thankful.</title><content type='html'>This break I was able to catch up with some people, got to do things I been longing to do, do shopping, catch up on sleep and just chillax. Plans mightve not went through like Berkeley, O3l with no phones or electornics and Diamond. But its all good. I feel like this has been one of the best Thanksgivng breaks I've had in such a long time. I mightve wasted a day or two with homework, but I dont care bout that. Now a busy weekend is coming but its bouta be fun, good enough to end break before I go back to school life. After 3 weeks, means Christmas break. Ahh I cant wait. Seems so far away but its only 15 days of school, hopefully not much homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got to do my little segment of what I'm thankful for. Well, everyone should be thankful for friends and family that care about you. I love my life and the people in it, nothing can ever replace it because I'm happy and proud to share that I am happy with life. Yeah of course, there's gonna be struggles in it, well duh, thats why we live. How are we gonna live up to our future if we are unprepared for what is to come? I'm basically thankful for my life that I'm here and its the way it is. People like me say FML and what not but why would I say that when I should appreciate that I live today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a note, I dislike shopping with family. They rush you, tell you what to get and you never know where to meet up with them bc they dont answer their phones! Augh, I did alot of shopping today but I'm still not done. lol. I'm never done for shopping. I hate how now a days I'm so picky with clothes tho, I tried on so much I probly didnt get half of what I tried on. But anyways, holidays brings my family closer and I miss it. What happened to me? When I used to have so much pictures with my cousins at holidays then now its all with my sister and brother. But I know, I'm the one pushing myself away from them, not wanting to go to movies with them and just not talking to them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I turn to all my friends now, there's only a few people I can go up to now tho. Which is actually only a handful. I think thats not bad tho, bc I dont want everyone knowing about my life. Those people are really important to me and they are the only people who really understand me. For real tho, people change like for real real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not doing anything wrong, you're doing everything for your friendship to stand strong. She's the one pushing herself away from your friendship, just because something isn't happening the way she wants it to."-Mr.Cocky.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just a problem I have with one of my close girl friends, its hard to comprehend why this is all happening but I can see a future without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side note to Elyssa:&lt;br /&gt;STOP EATING FAST FOOD, YOU ARE GONNA GET FAT!!!!. WHATEVER HAPPEND, TO SAVING MONEY???!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5595360418951273910?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5595360418951273910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5595360418951273910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5595360418951273910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-thankful.html' title='Be thankful.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-4824266415478169142</id><published>2009-11-21T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:19:48.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>I srsly loved today just bc i got to hang out with Annalee. The whole day I was with her. Went to watch a bball scrimage, she helped me survive through those long hours. Then went to an all you can eat burrito place with her and Nick. Love it there! Dropped Nick off at work, then went to our secret hide out that we discovered about 2 years ago. Its been awhile since we went there. To be honest we don't even know what city it is in, we just know how to get there. Its worth the toll we pay everytime to get there. Our deep talks there where no one knows we are at are the best times. Went to gmall, omg I love the new f21 there augh got 2 items but I want to come back my bro was so rushing us to go to best buy. Blehh. Its so big too bigger than valley fair's. I wish f21 was my closet. Then got some tapex then went to bestbuy. Thats where all the cute guys work haha. My bro knows like 2 of the cute guys there so they are off limits jk. But Nick is the hottest one there ahha. I love visiting him at work he shows me all the coolest electronics ever, technology is so amazing now a days. Got home and watched UP. It makes me cry. But yeah. I just hated how we weren't able to watch New Moon, so much eager peeps wanting to watch it. I miss how we used to be neighbors and our late night talks and shopping till we drop. Showers together haha. Checking out the niggas. Doing each others hairs. Singing and dancing together. I miss Annalee so much. Today will always be a memorable day for me. Its been awhile since this has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you steal Annalee from me? jk. Why did you rush us to go shopping, its only once in a while she comes here for me? But all I gotta say is thank you for everything. Without you as my brother, things would be so different no lie. Our endless laughs about the stupidest things that we only get and our rude comments to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deep talks are the best, nobody's talks like this can compare ours. Even if you never experienced things I go through, its as if you know what I should do. I effin love you. Life would be so different without you. I say you made the biggest impact in my life. You show me the best places to shop haha and where all the cute guys chill at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh, you deserve better. You said not to get mad at her, its not her fault. Thats true but its as if she played you in a sense. You are just a guy looking for some girl to come and love you but all that happens is bleh. But the time will come when it is right. Just remember to keep your head up and forget that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the badest from O3l thats all I got to say ahah jk. You experienced the most from us thats why. But srsly, youre a very smart woman and I'm sure you deserve that nigga very much. But you keep wanting to wait. What if he's not there after graduation? People change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre cutest and sexist one of the O3l. I just wanna say thank you for everything, I might not have supported you but still you still bother to support me no matter what. I promise I won't be as judgemental as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is the craziest girl I've ever met and she's younger than me! She is willing to do the craziest shit ever. Gosh, I'm so glad I met her she throws a big inspiration in my life. Theres times when we have our deep talks then all of sudden it gets to us arguing about how cute this guy is and what not. You tell the funniest stories ever, as if I was there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We struggle through chem everyday. haha. Berekley brought us close together and now I feel we are closer. You're pretty and you &amp;amp; boy are too cute. You're such a little kid, thats what I love about you. Too nice to everyone, I can't imagine you being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl because of my days at UC. You randomly came up to me and touched my face saying i was cute. haha. Weird but funny. We spend most of our days in UC even if we aren't from there. You say we will stay close friends because "our boys" are close friends. Let's make that happen even if they aren't close friends at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too cute. You never go a day without saying profane language. But thats what makes up you. I can't beleive you have so much time to do what you want but never enough time for chem hw? lol. But its cool, I'm here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loud, one of the loudest person I know. You are so fun to be with. Even if I never told you anything, you found out on your on. Its weird but cool. All I got to say is your such a party hardy because you live life to the fullest and you don't let anything stop you from doing what you love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me everything going on in youre life, but sometimes I feel guilty because I have to hide things from you. But all I keep saying to you "its not my story to tell" because i know youre one nosey little girl haha. You know I am too. We have the same tastes in guys most of the time which is funny. There's not a day I don't ever update you tho and you update me, you're like my twitter but you talk back to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the days are too quick. You say we need to enjoy our last few moments together, let's make that happen. Gosh, I can't believe my parents accept and like you. Will you be the one? Seems like it, but I know I'm the only one denying it. When we are together, I have no fear for anything. Sucks you have to leave but follow your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just the few people I'm close with. Gotta love them for always being there for me. I just wanna say thank you to annalee tho, she help me write this blog, the strength to venting out good feelings feels good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-4824266415478169142?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4824266415478169142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4824266415478169142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4824266415478169142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1661804120811248085</id><published>2009-11-18T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:37:03.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel really bored right now. &amp;amp; I just want to isolate myself and think because it feels much more peaceful. I'm getting used to the school schedule, being more wisely to managing my time. But it still sucks. I don't get how some kids in other schools have 8 periods to worry about and they don't stress much about homework and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the break, I think 1 week isnt enough. Ahh especially for the O3l day with no phones and guys the whole day. Let's see where that takes us. lol. I know I can resist, I don't know about Rocel and Nicole, I lived months with no phone. lol. After I'm really looking forward for Christmas. Then when I finish Drivers ed maybe by Feburary or January. I can get my permit and finally drive on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so much things going on, idk if they are good or bad. But i guess theres nothing I should be worrying about cus it doesn't really concern me, but it does affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm scared to try and give it a chance."-me&lt;br /&gt;"I rather be a failure and not trying at all."-Nick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1661804120811248085?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1661804120811248085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1661804120811248085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1661804120811248085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1589398117390979738</id><published>2009-10-23T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:17:20.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth.</title><content type='html'>Its sad, how everyone is changing &amp;amp; going our seperate ways. What are the reasons all for this? School! idk. The people who you were so close with are not anymore and people you least expect to be close with you are now. Maybe its for the best. Even people's attitudes are turning ugly. I wish I can confront people to stop giving me bad attitudes and why things are changing between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am so mean to you &amp;amp; I'm sorry &amp;amp; not even giving you chance to talk to me or me to talk to you. Its just different I don't know what to say to you. You have the personality my bestfriend likes in a guy, but let her fufill her Operation Graduation. I really wish I can tell you this, but I don't want you to take it as if I'm being mean to you. You guys will be going to seperate school and in that short amount of time you guys were together, she was happy. If she's happy then I'm happy. Yestreday really annoyed me for some reason, my only time I got to hang out with her after school, you had to be there?! I know you are leaving and its your last few days, but I miss her hanging out with O3l. Our O3l talks aren't even the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had that feeling, when your so annoyed of someone? But then when the annoyance isnt there you end up missing it? Augh. I hate it. We don't even have anything to be treasured or whatever. It's just a crush! I know it is. I even dislike that fact you get to know my friends, its like augh. THEY ARE MINES, NOT YOURS. I don't talk to your niggas, so leave them alone. Its sad that you made the decision to go to the Airforce, but I'm happy in a way. So maybe when you come back, I can give you a chance, your a nice guy and all, a dream guy in a way. I can name so much things I like about you, but just STOP being so clingy. I can not spend every second I have free time with you. We DON'T have anything. I wish I can say that to you to, but again I'm scared I might hurt your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh. I wanna tell those people all that, but then I don't wanna hurt them because the relationsips we have for each other, mean alot to me. Seriously. Believe or not? Especially the second one. I might not show it, but deep inside it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1589398117390979738?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1589398117390979738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1589398117390979738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1589398117390979738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth.html' title='The truth.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7270203988932266360</id><published>2009-10-17T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:23:56.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my ladies.</title><content type='html'>I really wish I can have a ladies day out soon, I'm seriously tired of my guy friends. Lately, I been asking them come kick it with me instead, since they're the one with no drama in life &amp;amp; is down to chill anytime. I miss all drama going on my ladies life. C.A.A.K.E.S., when was the last time we ate out or just chilled?! Annalee, when was the last time we had fun messing around, not worrying about everything going on? O3l, isnt the same anymore either, no more triangle talks the way it used to be when we didn't miss a second of things going on &amp;amp; everything was told. I visit UC vball team whenever I can because those ladies are the only ones that come up to me and we can actually talk. After vball we go right to tuttimelon. But its not the same to me, they are just girls who are pretty much younger than me, but no one I can look up to in a way, but instead they look up to me and that's a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do dislike the fact, when I plan day out with my ladies, they either cancel out on me or there's always something out there for them to do. Bleh. I know no one has no time for anything anymore, but look at me I still make time for people. In this busy schedule of mine, I try to connect with people because in a short matter of time, I can lose a friendship just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after PSAT's I was so excited to go home knowing I can't spend my Saturday being wasted at school. Got home, but I didnt know what to do. I cleaned my house and it feels great but now I'm pretty much waiting for Mr. Cocky and we are probly going to kick it once again. Hopefully, you don't get mad at me if you think I'm spending too much time with him. I just want you to know at least he makes time for me. But just please understand where I'm coming from because lately I been comprehending on your choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7270203988932266360?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7270203988932266360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-my-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7270203988932266360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7270203988932266360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-my-ladies.html' title='I miss my ladies.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-8535089442169477239</id><published>2009-10-15T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:50:49.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que asco.</title><content type='html'>I'm tiryad of everything. AUGH. The only people who understands me is maybe O3l and positively Annalee. I love them so much! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LIFE?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-8535089442169477239?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8535089442169477239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-asco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8535089442169477239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8535089442169477239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-asco.html' title='que asco.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3508236159156860365</id><published>2009-10-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:37:31.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate how...</title><content type='html'>She's changed so much, she used to be the one of the people I used to come to whenever I needed someone. But people made me see their different persepectives of how they see her because I thought it was only me it was happening to. idk. let things be and make sure there's no drama going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how no one blogs anymore well of course we dont have time. I hate how my mom made me wake up early and i only worked at her office for 1 hour. I hate how last night ended. I hate school. I hate my sister for spending money then all of sudden she gets money out of nowhere. I hate homework. I hate how I have to spend my weekend will loads of homework. I hate how I might not going shopping today. I hate Annalee for moving so far away. These are times we need each other. I hate how I didnt go to Twin Peaks last night. I hate how people cancel your plans with them, but still had fun last night. I hate how friends don't have time for each other, at least that's how it seems like. I hate how no one wants to make plans, too much excuses, enjoy life a little and live out to your standards when you have a chance. I hate how my feelings are changing. It seems like I'm hating everything now but that doesn't mean I'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I couldv'e done this and that last night and have fun but thanks to the people who catted me out. I very much welcome you. From the football game? Twin peaks? Mall? Tutti? It took 4 different plans/people for me to have fun. I had fun ok I just want those people to know and without them. Even if I wanted to watch Paranormal Activity, but it was sold out and I couldnt help that so I chilled at Union City with the people who made it a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hells yeah, nigga you only live once so ball it out"-Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Annalee! I wish I can drive and visit you. Everytime I talk to you now and read your blogs I wanna cry and just wish you were here with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3508236159156860365?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3508236159156860365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3508236159156860365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3508236159156860365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-how.html' title='I hate how...'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1987492251279757584</id><published>2009-10-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:29:17.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An angel from right above.</title><content type='html'>As I cross to get to Southland, I see an angel on the other side. I was so out of it and I wasnt thinking. He runs up as a car comes my way and only it being a few more feet away from me. The car immediately stops and my life is save. He is the angel God sent from above who saved my life. My hero who have saved my life. His name is Angelo, he's an angel, get it? lol. His cuteness blinded me jk. He's another old guy in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I never had the time to blog because of SCHOOL. My life is taken over. I used to remember last year when I felt like I was actually in high school. I felt I had more freedom in a sense that slowly my parents were trusting me. Now when I'm allowed to go out more with friends, I don't have any time for that. School is priority, friends and family are always second for me now. My life is a repeating intercourse, same thing over and over again. When is it going to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the annoyance of his presence, it's been a while now since I've last talked to that person. He used to be such a bugger to me and I hated it, but now when I'm doing homework I'm always waiting for an IM from him and annoy me. But it seems as if I don't feel anything for him, everyone thinks I do. They are wrong &amp;amp; where would you get that crazy idea. I just miss talking to him, that's all nothing more nothing less. There's other guys worth chasing for, but now is not the time. I look at my friends' relationships each one has a meaning to me. But some had quite difficult endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say "it" irritates me. Especially "it's" latest actions. I want "it" out of my life and now words can explain how much I want that to happen. "It" seriously needs to go to the mental hospital and get a life. "It" just keeps on searching and chasing for something that isnt there anymore and I dislike what the results are turning out into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1987492251279757584?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1987492251279757584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/angel-from-right-above.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1987492251279757584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1987492251279757584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/10/angel-from-right-above.html' title='An angel from right above.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7126152961519775107</id><published>2009-09-21T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:55:49.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my life back...</title><content type='html'>Yes I do, my life is occupied with school work. Its exhausting, but we need do this in order to succeed. I miss the weekends when I barely have homework, school nights that I can get rest, having time to enjoy my high school life and at the same time engrossed with everything. There are times at night when I just want to burst out into tears because I'm so sick of homework and I just feel like withdrawing. I don't want to follow the footsteps of some people I know, they now have to work extra hard to get things. I want to be successful and I fear not being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun not having someone like my mom not order me around, but its so hard so I do miss her being a mother to me. Being the only one responisible is hard, even tho I had more independence than I should have deserved. My family seems so lingered from one another, everyone has their own things. Mother at work, father at the gym or construction work, brother working or spending time with his friends, sister with her sports and me with homework. We don't even have a dinner together anymore, I remember those days when I wake up on Saturday and a filipino style breakfast is ready &amp;amp; waiting for me. Now, I have to go to McDonald's or something just to get something to eat. One of the reasons, I'm turning fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yestreday, was one of the days I've never had in such a long time. I miss Ms. Annalee, my best support system. Our deep ass talks and just getting to be ladies shopping like there's no tomorrow. Our lives might be so different and having it's down falls right now, but we still made time for one another. I envy how you can always stand for that older sister I've always wanted. I know you will always be the one helping me stand strong and your the only one actually supporting me with every decesion I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't school officials understand the challenges we are facing right now? We are still young, getting only about 6 hours of sleep a night. This is so heart breaking, knowing that later on when I'm old sitting down telling my grandkids my teenage stories, it will be about school and the sacrifices I took &amp;amp; not being able to enjoy life as much. I know that God is here with me every second, making sure I don't lose hope and guiding me through it. Like what the bible said, he chooses the ones who will be poor, rich or whatever. But it's all up to you if you want that to happen. Don't give up is the only words running through my head each time I feel like dropping my on knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7126152961519775107?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7126152961519775107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-my-life-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7126152961519775107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7126152961519775107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-my-life-back.html' title='I want my life back...'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7665759938304194316</id><published>2009-09-16T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:50:10.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>Someone who hasn't yet earned your trust may not deserve it. Be wary.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;School may seem like a burden today. Another class to scurry off to; more pennies to save during lunch. But wait, you usually aren't that concerned with scrimping when it comes to food. Could you be developing a mature sense of budgeting?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I agree too, I am actually tryna save moneyy now, but when it comes too food I just can't take it. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems different for some reason. I wonder what happened? High school is so repetitive, you do the same things over and over again. But it's fun and goes by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after so long I get like a day rest of homework. I took a short nap, but I didnt want to wake up from it. So today at lunch and likee 4th period I was so quiet like I didnt even feel like thinking, so out of it. I got to chemistry and got my test back and I only missed 1.25. That really made my day, I was so happy. I was a little disappointed because I wanted perfect score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one updates no more, everyone is all so busy. &amp;amp; when I talk to people now it's all so short. Que paso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7665759938304194316?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7665759938304194316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7665759938304194316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7665759938304194316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-8063807820754619668</id><published>2009-09-14T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:54:19.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She said...</title><content type='html'>I'm the least appreciative from my siblings. Yeah that may be true and I very well agree with her. It just irritates me how she can tell me that after I've done so much to help her. I cared enough to clean and help her around the house and help her with her work even tho I'm not even asking for anything else. She told me I'm the most innocent one from the 3, but she says I don't care about everything she has given me. Yes, I understand I forget to say thank you and stuff but I do keep that in mind that I am thankful to have u two as my parents. Also she said, I'm the luckiest one from all 3 I get to go shopping more them, I get more money like it just pops out of no where, good grades and great attitude. But still you still call me less appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier while I was looking around at F21 with O3l. That's all I can think about. I felt bad for my parents because all I ask for them to do is buy, buy and buy. It's like money is not an issue for me and there's people out there who have it worse than me. Yet, even I know that I'm still abusive with money according to my mother and that there's people there who have it worse than me. I still seem to not care. I feel a little depressed because I always feel in the need of shopping. I mean earlier my daddy-0 bought me clothes that I prob wont even need and will only wear once esp the belt that I got, I felt I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother once told me, " Keep spending the money you have now, you only live once. Money is money, it comes and goes. What are you going to do with all the money if you going to die sooner or later?"&lt;br /&gt;What is that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God teach me a lesson on being abusive with money, help me limit the money I spend. Help those people in need and please watch over the people close to me. Share my prayer to everyone in need especially the one economy crisis and help us fix the economy in a much better condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-8063807820754619668?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8063807820754619668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8063807820754619668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8063807820754619668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-said.html' title='She said...'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5859749836847167388</id><published>2009-09-12T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:34:25.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>una dia en SF.</title><content type='html'>Today was the day I been dreaming for in such a long time. I finally got to go to Forever 21 in SF. The sucky thing is I didnt get to choose around because my brother was rushing me. That's the bad part about shopping with boys. There's nothing you can really do but feel guilty tho. I wish I can go back there and look around more and hopefully with O3l or Diamond. I tried on so much ropas pero I didnt get anything but 2. Before that brother, sister and I walked around Metreon. Oh how I wish somewhere by San Lorenzo they had one like that. It has a little bussiness park with the best water fountain. A movie theather, yoguart place, arcade and restaraunts in it all in one building. Not like UC I mean they have it all there but its it always crowded, there even if there's alot of people there's so much room and plus not much people know about it yet. We walked so far. Walked around Bloomingdale's and at Lid's it was all filipino people working and they were all so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we waited for my mom in her Dental convention, we sat in front of the building making fun of the girls wearing hecka high heals because I can totally feel their pain. haha. We saw a girl who I said her feet will hurt then like a couple minutes later she was barefoot. ahhaha. I hate how random people go up to asking for money, makes me feel bad and if only if I was that rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was a different from all my other days because its been a while since my brother, sister and I ever got to hang out. Also, we went around the dental convention and it got me excited to learn about each one. I think I am more likely to choose to be a Dental Hygienist because Nurses are pretty popular now a days. I wanna be something different. Even if my mom said it might not be the best choice especially now. But I have a like 2 years to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the cold wheather, I got out the car in Frisco and there was nothing that I can do but adore it. Instead of me complaining of it being hot I complained of it being cold and messing up my hair. lol. I want it to rain some more tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5859749836847167388?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5859749836847167388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/una-dia-en-sf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5859749836847167388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5859749836847167388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/una-dia-en-sf.html' title='una dia en SF.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-453281268317299759</id><published>2009-09-11T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:31:27.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Tonight's going to be a good night, no not really. Cancelled my plans so I'm stuck at home maybe going to start homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that "it" didnt talk to me for about 5 days, but then all of sudden the record stopped at 5. Really? How can "it" be doing all this stupid things? "It" keeps chasing and chasing for something that's not there anymore. "It" keeps putting me in this mess, but I know I should not be in. I'm already stressed out with homework and school. I hate how "it" uses to see how I'm doing then all of sudden changes the subject to information "it" wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't have any plans this weekend. So I'm probably just going to be staying home and go where life takes me. I'm planning not to really do anything and just chillax. I miss Snorlax so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in high school are really chainging. Sophmore year is a challenging year and is stressful. I'm trying to live it and make it more fun since I only live it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH... I want to travel the whole world. I basically traveled all over California now time for the Interntional. First world trip will be England, my dream. Then Egypt, Africa, Bahamas, Argentina, Jeruselm, China, Japan, Australia, Korea, Vietnam India, Dubai and all the other places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-453281268317299759?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/453281268317299759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/453281268317299759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/453281268317299759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2093496292904452403</id><published>2009-09-10T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:26:47.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need...</title><content type='html'>Freetime to myself. It's been such a stressful week especially because of school. I don't even have time for myself to do things I love to do. 16 hours a day all about school. Less than 8 hours of sleep everyday. I know that all this hardwork will pay off someday. But when will that day be? Can it come faster but I still enjoy every moment of high school? What will I be like when I get there? Is the friends I have now, still going to be there for me? I always feeling lazy and sleepy. So much tests and my grades are dropping in a way. I flunked my first chemisty test. Good thing there's a re-take. OMG. I don't care about all my other classes all the class I only care about is Chemistry and Algebra 2. Everything's going by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first priority is Homework then of course try to talk with friends so I don't feel lost in connection with them. My last priority is me. The weekend is almost here and half of it will be focused on school but the other half will just be all to myself. I need another facial maybe a massage to get all this stress out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that Francis was really close to my brother and he told him everything and yeah I got mad at him because I told him he already stole Kevin from Diamond and blah. What if that really happens? What will happen to me? What will it feel like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2093496292904452403?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2093496292904452403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2093496292904452403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2093496292904452403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need.html' title='I need...'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1405022597248221226</id><published>2009-09-06T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:35:01.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>had that feeling when your so tired, lazy and so out of it? But then you go on and talk to one of your friends, they end up cheering you up and making your day. I know I will always have them there. After talking to Nicole today, she really made my day. I was so tired from my sister's bday bbq &amp;amp; it felt as if I was a slave cleaning and cleaning so I locked myself in my room and just started reading. I went on aim and started talking to Nicole haha. I can't believe she doesnt remember today is Diamond's 5th month anniversary. Yeah, she remembers the first day her and Milk talks but not Diamond's anniversary. Another thing, I sent her a quote, "No man is rich enough to buy back his past." Lol well yeaah. who are u suppose to give the money to. lol. &amp;amp; that's Nicole's response to it. She really made my day like for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my annoying sister. Sorry I didnt get you a gift because I'm broke but I'll make it up once our parents pay me back. Mother is right about how Kuya and I can't resist you. Even if your so mean with your attitude, we still bothered to be here for your bday. Kuya being away to camping with friends who he barely gets to be with them, did everything in his power to be here. As for me, I decided to be here for you and not hang out with Diamond. For your birthday, I wish that your attitude can change one bit, at least one step to being nicer. Everyone is tired of it actually, your lucky that we are still here for you. May you have many more birthdays to come. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5 months to Diamond. We have come a long way. 1 more month then it's 6th months then 6 more months until 1 year. Wow! Everyone's been thinking of how Francis should be in our crew and how he is always hanging out with us. Also how Francis is competing with O3l to get Kevin. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1405022597248221226?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1405022597248221226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1405022597248221226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1405022597248221226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7569586373044077660</id><published>2009-09-04T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:42:50.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day?</title><content type='html'>Went to 0 period, breakfast with spanish 2 class. I hella love Ms. Thompson, not bc of the food bc she shows how much she loves us. 1st period was so boring like always. 2nd period, i felt so out of it didn't feel like doing work. 3rd period had a test. 4th period actually had like a real class discussion kinda thing. 5th period was pretty ok. and pe didnt do anything but run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we had a diamond +Francis day. Went to Jollibee. After went searching for beads to make diamond bracelets. Mine's is yellow. Then went to my house to make them. We were such noobs, not knowing how to make bracelets. Especially o3l we are girls and Kevin was the one who actually knew how. lol. Like I said this week went by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, i always end up thinking in the car so here's what I came up today: diamond goes through all the pain and sacrifices together, no one left behind. I told that to Nicole. It's very well true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much homework over the weekend. I don't even know where to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7569586373044077660?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7569586373044077660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7569586373044077660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7569586373044077660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-day.html' title='What a day?'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3627624219294718255</id><published>2009-09-02T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:13:56.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand.</title><content type='html'>Even IF I'm so mean to her or like annoyed of her I still have sympathy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy and tired. I need sleep, naps are not enough for me. I hate 0 period, for many reasons. Never ending homework. Not enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is kinda going fast for me, look it's Thursday tomorrow and Friday is a short day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3627624219294718255?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3627624219294718255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3627624219294718255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3627624219294718255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-4431177144638905529</id><published>2009-09-01T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:14:12.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best.</title><content type='html'>Typical day today. OMFG. The best prank ever pulled on me was from kuya kevin. Great. From my last blog yeah? It was all fake. hahaa. But hey I learned my lesson to not prank people anymore or should I just say Kevin. lol. I had a feeling that it was a prank thanks to Nicole, making me realize it but still. Thank you Morgan, for being on Kevin's side after I thought I can trust you. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how, I was so sleepy today I couldn't sleep because of all that commotion. After school, woke me up tho or pe did. Hung out with Kuya Kevin and Nicole without Rocel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. time for me to study for chemistry test.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-4431177144638905529?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4431177144638905529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4431177144638905529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4431177144638905529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/09/best.html' title='Best.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1229369631241841441</id><published>2009-08-31T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:56:42.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid me.</title><content type='html'>I know what I didn't was wrong. I should've never started in the first place esp. now that your busy with college. Kuya, all I really can say is sorry. But still that's nothing and it can't make up for what I have done. It feels like as of I killed you out my life and you kicked me out urs. Diamond has fell apart because of me, the one thing that has inspired me the past week for not stressing myself out in school and knowing you will still be there for us even if ur in college. I just feel like giving up because this is all I can think of doing. I have a feeling I won't be able to sleep tonight and won't be even coming to school, but I want perfect attendance this year. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please help me not to lose my connection with Kuya Kevin, the kuya I've never had. It's as if I did this to myself, yes I truely believe I deserve karma but does it have to be like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1229369631241841441?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1229369631241841441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1229369631241841441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1229369631241841441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid me.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-8807077996176615930</id><published>2009-08-31T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:34:39.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Is it the best guys are taken and too old for me like seriously, Mitch haha. Just a thought. Maybee, time will comee for me when its the perfect time. Most people say I'm better off independent actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today went by sooo fast. Nicole came in the morning then 0 period, then 1st period was boring like always. 2nd period is the usual then 3rd is another boring class but somehow it went by fast. Lunch went by so fast like sat down and ate and then bell rang. Ms. Hanuseck's class was easy work like always, Chemistry my fave class not really anymore. Well, the fact that I had an inspiration on my binder made Nicole, Rocel and Bridget so jealous haha. Oh that reminded me I think I need that pic in Rocel's lockeer so everytime I open it I see it. haha. Also to my pe locker. ahhaha. Pe went by fast, played freesbee then time to go. Short homework tonight. This week feels like it's going to by fast because of CPT Wed., assembly, Minimum day will be with O3l lunch then make Diamond bracelets with Diamond. 3 day weekend is coming so hopefully get to go to Japantown and F21 in Sf, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I just saw Wizard's of Waverly Place the Movie and I can so relate to Selena Gomez in that movie. Starting off from her parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-8807077996176615930?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8807077996176615930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8807077996176615930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8807077996176615930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2080521053788563629</id><published>2009-08-30T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:40:29.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too fast.</title><content type='html'>Time goes by so fast in 12 hrs. I wil be waking up and getting ready for school. I love school but it's just never ending homework. Thank you Kuya Kevin for taking us out like most of last week. Even if you're in college, you took the time off just to take us out. It made me feel like I wasn't in school at all and it didn't make me stress out on homework too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does time go by too fast but so does money. Niggas, I do not know how to save but I'm a really good spender. I especially need to stop eating out because I'm going to turn fat. I need a job sooner or later, but I need to learn how to drive first. Money goes by so fast, faster than a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond seems to be there for me while my other friends are not. I feel like people are changing too much. For the bad really. Or am I the one changing? I have a feeling that sophomore year will not be the best year in high school. Can't we go back to freshman year? Rewind and replay things and do things over? Thank you Phat because if it wasn't for your big mouth, there would be NO Diamond.-Rocel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocel is so right on that and I 100% agree with her, word per word. Diamond is the people I'm closest to now. Sophmore year is going to be a stressful year because too much classes and they are pretty challenging. And Thank you Phat because if you never told Kuya Kevin anything then there will be NO Diamond. I don't even know why we lost connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2080521053788563629?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2080521053788563629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-goes-by-so-fast-in-12-hrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2080521053788563629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2080521053788563629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-goes-by-so-fast-in-12-hrs.html' title='Too fast.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7908991505422828894</id><published>2009-08-28T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:49:20.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO nice.</title><content type='html'>[Fri Aug 28 2009 09:26:50 PM] iTsT0MMyTH0: daaaamn your so nice thouuugh&lt;br /&gt;iTsT0MMyTH0: i sweaaaar&lt;br /&gt;iTsT0MMyTH0: IS THIS ELYSSA?&lt;br /&gt;iTsT0MMyTH0: hahah&lt;br /&gt;elyssagotsit3: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;elyssagotsit3: ppl say im too nicee&lt;br /&gt;iTsT0MMyTH0: YOURE TOO NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I get this alot. Am I really, tho? Oh, btw Tommy also said how I'm such a great friend and it's hard to find one. yeah what he said is true. But somtimes I feel like I'm not a great friend. I give so much respect to people that tell me the simplest things, people think that they have to try so hard for me to get my trust and respect. Actually, I trust people too easily, but I have a vibe that tells me who trust and who not to right away. Maybe, the reason people tell me these things is they assume or think that I'm mean or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I really really really really wanna know if I am too nice. Maybe just nice, but not TOO nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7908991505422828894?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7908991505422828894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7908991505422828894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7908991505422828894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-nice.html' title='TOO nice.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2508648478073931648</id><published>2009-08-24T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:43:15.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 5:45! Got dressed and it was so coldd like for real. Got theree, feeling like I wasnt even going to school like I was so out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my classes. 0 period is spanish 2 and it's cold, class is okk went by semi fast. Too early for me to have spanish tho, it's like my brain is somewhere else. 1st period is English with Ostrander, it was nicee went by semi fast too. 2nd period is Algebra 2, it feels like geometry all over again. World History was next it was so boring, too forever. Lunch with lunch crew, for the first time in a while. ATM with Ms. Hanuseck, went by fast I love her class. Chemistry was next, my favorite class hahaha. Then P.E., just like any other day when u sit down in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Kevin visted and Rocel, Kuya and him went to get his backpack. It wasn't diamond tho. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I feel so bummed out but hopefully all year long I won't be like this. I feel like I have hard classes this year. Chemistry seems hard. So does algebra 2 just because Ironside is the teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2508648478073931648?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2508648478073931648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2508648478073931648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2508648478073931648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-727330600618414967</id><published>2009-08-23T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:34:09.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nicole!</title><content type='html'>Today went by so fast, toooo fast actually. Went to church then convinced my mom to let me go to Nicole's party and she said no. But then Kuya Kevin told me to say that's it's the last time I get to go out before school starts, so after Nicole's mom talked to my mom, my mom said to give her reasons why I should go and then I used Kevin's excuse hahaha. She let me go. It was a fun party and it went by too fast. Played vball with Austin and Bridget vs. ER at first then became o3l then after a while Kevin joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After got picked up at 6,went last minute school shopping then got home, went mommy to Fremont then Trader's Joe's then went to Wal-Mart and I saw Rocel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow is the first day of school. Wake up at 5:45. omg. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-727330600618414967?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/727330600618414967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-nicole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/727330600618414967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/727330600618414967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-nicole.html' title='Happy Birthday Nicole!'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7313338442884871672</id><published>2009-08-22T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:25:04.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kuyas.</title><content type='html'>After coming home last night, talked to people on aim for a while but then my stupid crazy sister snitched on me, making up stories that I went partying last night instead and blah. &amp;amp; after I gave her so much Dove chocolate and I never share my Dove chocolate. Which isnt true. Anyways, I had nothing else to do so I went downstairs to my brother's room. My brother and I had a fun talk and I don't know why but he understands what is happening. He understands my story. It was so funny because I was asking the most randomest questions and yeah. I'm happy he didn't have to move out for college. He told me how going to the most expensive colleges doesn't really benefit you from having the best jobs. It's true. Just the stories he told me made me realize it. He was telling me stories of what his friends do to his car. ehehehe. They are so hilarious. After, we played some PS3 and I wanted to play a racing game with him but it was only one player. He didn't want to play bball because I'm going to lose to easy and he said it's no fun ahahaha. We played football instead and I was just pressing whatever on the draw out plan things and like when it was the actual play I kept intercepting the ball. I was tired so even when I was sleepy my hands was still playing lol. Went to sleep at around 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful to have a kuya like that. He might be very overprotective and all but he shows the love. &amp;amp; I'm not going to forget about Kuya Kevin. Everytime I'm with one of them I feel safe and how they are always going to be there for me. I love them so much. If only there was more time in the world, that I can show it to them how much I love them. They are very supportive in each different ways. yeah Kuya Kevin might not been my blood kuya but I have this connection that he's my kuya. They know of each other by name but I still need to fully introduce both of them to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even tho it's my long time wish to have a older sister, an ate. The one I could connect things with and help me from her past experiences, I'm very grateful two have two wonderful Kuyas in the World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7313338442884871672?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7313338442884871672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/kuyas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7313338442884871672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7313338442884871672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/kuyas.html' title='kuyas.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7270898318884300061</id><published>2009-08-21T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:10:39.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last friday of summer.</title><content type='html'>What a day? Nicole and I's Birthday dinner at Olive Garden. Thanks to all the people who came Andrea, Kevin, Francis, Michelle and Chuc. And to the ppl who didnt come next time you have a bday dinner or something I wont go ahahah jk. I understand why you guys didnt make it. Anyways, it was so fun, because Francis was so loud good thing he came. We were playing games that required so much thinking. It didnt take me a long time to get it. Now I know who's much slower than me, Francis hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, went to target with Nicole, Francis and Kevin. Im going to dye my hair, thanks Francis for the color. I got more Dove chocolate, Mimi got me addicted to it. Then dropped off Nicole, while Francis, Kevin and I went to bayfair to go to Nubi, finnally got to go there. Went to lids after to get Kevin a hat. It's so nice, black &amp;amp; red go together. On the back it says "i heart diamond"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been saying nice things lately to me. This happened when I just got home.&lt;br /&gt;This is what Neighbor Morgan said, [21:46] ey y0 morg: your too nice (am i really too nice?)&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Kevin said this, [21:58] kebin1n0nly: always im your kuya and goes for the rest of diamond i look out for yall ( i loved how he cared abt me not getting in trouble and missing my show.) lol.&lt;br /&gt;21:56] kebin1n0nly: thank you for the hat again =P&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Rocel for helping me get a perfect outfit &amp;amp; thank you Rocel for not missing one day of reminding me that I'm short. [22:34] missrowsell: HAHA, MAYBE CUZ YOU'RE JUST SHORT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7270898318884300061?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7270898318884300061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-friday-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7270898318884300061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7270898318884300061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-friday-of-summer.html' title='last friday of summer.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3671069477287871508</id><published>2009-08-20T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:38:48.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery solved.</title><content type='html'>aha, I found out my prank caller. Ready to find out who it is? 3...2...1... my one and only brother Erick. How rude? T-mobile couldnt find out the number unless I was with my mom to get the accnt number thigs. But anyways, I was wondering where is the house phone so I called it &amp;amp; it goes ringing from my brother's room. I get there so mad and he's there laughing his ass off and after arguing with him I found out it was him the whole time. Nigga, he got me trippin. It got me mad at first everytime he would call me and now it's so funny. I wasn't even mad at him because when I found out it was him I just started cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think abt it, all those ppl I pranked from my voicemail, aim, prank calls and other stupid things I do when I'm bored. I need that karma to kick in some day. But hey i still havent learned my lesson. I love pranking calling ppl esp. this one person bc he's so funny to get and he still doesnt know it's me but one day I need to tell him because like I said i tell ppl it's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3671069477287871508?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3671069477287871508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/mystery-solved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3671069477287871508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3671069477287871508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery solved.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-9029848822721711154</id><published>2009-08-20T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:13:09.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid prank callers</title><content type='html'>need to get a effin life. Yeah I know I'm one of them but I tell people afterwards okay. I'm tired of them. like seriously, calling me in the morning super early to wake me up i guess and calling my house phonee too. But I don't give my house phone out to anyone. My house phone rings and likee we answer the phone no one's talking. But in my cell, it's either ppl talking in the background, immitating a girl voice or no one talking. I wanna go contact costumer care and ask for the unknown number or something. And if I figure out who it is? fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I love my voicemail you should call me one time and check it out. I wonder how much ppl I got ahhahahaahhaha. it's so effin hilirious bc ppl's reactions when they call me. The one I remember the most is my uncle's bc his face was serious and i ignored it in purpose. ahhaa also my aunt was paying me $20 just to change it hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-9029848822721711154?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/9029848822721711154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-prank-callers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/9029848822721711154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/9029848822721711154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-prank-callers.html' title='Stupid prank callers'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3832944870590120998</id><published>2009-08-19T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:31:27.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again.</title><content type='html'>ok. another update. after being bored again I asked my mom if we can go to the mall again so we drive all the way to Greatmall. I didnt buy anything bc they didnt like the shoes they had there. Also I already bought clothes at Forever 21 earlier. But then we went to Jollibee, yummy. Then went home. I wanted the filipino shirt that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The filipino is worth dying for."-Ninoy Aquino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was nice but I wished it was bigger, $25. So not worth it tho bc my bro can do that at work and the wording was inside the stunners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my plans are to go to Arroyo then just go to some place wherever life takes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3832944870590120998?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3832944870590120998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3832944870590120998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3832944870590120998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/again.html' title='again.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-6822418064976075913</id><published>2009-08-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:24:08.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... Monday was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;-spa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;timee&lt;/span&gt; and dinner. Tuesday was registration and Diamond day, we went to Tap. After chilled and talked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahs&lt;/span&gt;. Went home. Today went to the mall with family then visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rocel&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahs&lt;/span&gt; for a while. Now at home really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boredd&lt;/span&gt; i guess. I just need to relax, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately I been thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; random things like as I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rocel&lt;/span&gt;, things that don't seem normal and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;randomest&lt;/span&gt; things you can even think of. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I love my schedule, I have all the same classes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rocel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;-ya and 5 classes with Nicole. Not bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; O3l finally has p.e. together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;O3l nigga. Watch out they're hot. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-6822418064976075913?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6822418064976075913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6822418064976075913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6822418064976075913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5994187818970998339</id><published>2009-08-16T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:54:19.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$1.</title><content type='html'>Haappy Early Birthday to me! Thank you to all the ppl who said happy bday to me already. But yeah today was a small celebration with family, but it was fun. I got really good gifts this birthday and I truely extend my appreciation. I was knocked out on the coffee table after all the laughing and find myself laying down like I was getting worshiped. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the celebration, after church my mom and brother took me to Great Mall and they took me shopping. Muchas Gracias to them. I can't wait to wear my new clothes, but I still need to update and get new clothes, tommorrow I'm going to the spa and like hopefully get my hair done then I will try to go the mall ehhehe and then Tuesday go to mall with Diamond then registration. Wednesday, I will try to visit O3l at volleyball and Thursday Im free but Friday is breakfast with O3l then dinner at night. Saturday, will be a fiesta thingy and Sunday will be Nicole's bbq and twins' bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my sister gave me the funniest gift ever, it was an old looking $1 hahaha and the card cost more than the $1, after the money I gave her I basically bought it for myself. hahaha but it's cool I love her card, it's says "you're such a great sister" haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5994187818970998339?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5994187818970998339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5994187818970998339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5994187818970998339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title='$1.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1784618496031937646</id><published>2009-08-11T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:16:34.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>felt like...</title><content type='html'>blogging. But idkay what to put. I'll just make a list of something, things to do before summer ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;diamond day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;og3 day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diamond bbq on my bday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me and nicole's bday dinner @ olive garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hang out with ppl i havent hung out with yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch Ponyo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go shopping at SF Forever 21&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;save $$$$$&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;edit essay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;master song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch crew pic-nic @ beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;re-do room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get table @ ikea?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get new camera agian?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get new phone?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopping for ppl's bday gift + kevin's hat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;*to do before summer hopefully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1784618496031937646?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1784618496031937646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/felt-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1784618496031937646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1784618496031937646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/felt-like.html' title='felt like...'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5829569114915059373</id><published>2009-08-07T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:22:01.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"IT"</title><content type='html'>eff... Im going to call that person "it." "It" ruins my night everyday. I hate how "it" uses me, pretends to know abt how I'm doing then changes to subject most important to "it." "It" is so clingy, sprung, annoying,  user, and many more things. idk. "it" better know who I'm talking abt and realizes "it" is wrong. I dedicate a particular movie to "it" too bad I can't say anything on this blog detailed bc "it" reads them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a wonderful night and all of sudden "it" ruins it and it happens all the time. "it" needs to get a effin life and only I can say this to "it" like confornt "it" I pretend to like "it" bc it would be rude if I straight up show that I don't, not for my sake but for ppl's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want "it" out of my life and may "it" have a wonderful life on its own and if only this can happen asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5829569114915059373?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5829569114915059373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5829569114915059373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5829569114915059373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/it.html' title='&quot;IT&quot;'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-307901094517641033</id><published>2009-08-07T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:35:17.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Union City!</title><content type='html'>I spent my day at Union City, I love it there. I never get sick of going there, it has all the best places to hang out and not only that there's alot of hot guys hahaha. it's all so true. But you dont really see hot guys there on weekdays, unless Fridays or weekends. Like yestreday there was no cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate at wingstop... again. I need to stop asap, it's pretty addicting and convienent but I need to save money and worry abt my health too. I dont want to lose my 2 pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow a very nice MMK (TFC) is going to show abt filipino veterans. It's sad how they got treated unfairly by the U.S. and they are dying now. This topic gets me hecka intrested and like I actually did my own research on it without it being my project. It makes me cry everytime I talk or hear abt it. I'll talk more abt it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-307901094517641033?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/307901094517641033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-union-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/307901094517641033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/307901094517641033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-union-city.html' title='I love Union City!'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2886288780415762838</id><published>2009-08-06T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:18:33.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food.</title><content type='html'>I need to stop eating out, TGIF's &amp;amp; Tuttimelon &amp;amp; Wingstop, all in one night damn I need to stop eating out and spending money. argh. But I had hella fun today. I was so stressing tryna find a ride and like I called my bro and he was so mean so I made him feel bad by cussin in spanish and telling him what kind of bro he is and next thing I know he's at the drive way waiting for me. hehe. Acting is one way to get my way ahhaah, that's how I was able to go to Yvonn'e's bday dinner in the first place by telling my mom that everyone was going to be there and I'm going to miss out. lol. Went to Nicole's house and then her ortho. Yvonne's bday dinner was amazing, got to see Geneva, Austin, Rocel, Bridget, Francis, Ashley, Nicole and Cynthia. Rocel had this $5 off all ur buddies coupon and we used it so basically $50 off all together. hahaha so filipino hahaha.  How fun. After tgif's we went to tuttimelon, there was no hot guyss, good thing I didnt dress up hehehe. It was so much fun because we were so loud and like non-stop laughter. Borders was the next thing, just chilled over there and likee we were so loud. hehe. Got picked up by my daddy, it was Og3 in the back seat. In a while, wen I got home my brother got wingstop mmmm. hadnt had it in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short blog about my day and now im going to watch fast &amp;amp; furious 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2886288780415762838?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2886288780415762838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2886288780415762838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2886288780415762838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/food.html' title='food.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-8826019534716603891</id><published>2009-08-05T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:43:01.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past.</title><content type='html'>Thee past few days. Mondayy was super boring, one of the most boringest day of my summer. Tuesday, Nicole and I got picked up by Lea and her mom to go to the funeral. Loves,(she knows who she is) if you ever need anything I'm just a phone call away and stay strong. Yeah yestreday was a tiring day, but it was okay. Todayy, I stayedd home and set a good example for my mommy. I still need to ask her if I can go tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few hours:&lt;br /&gt;I got Rocel again, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;[Wed Aug 5 2009 05:15:51 PM] elyssagotsit3: nope, he has n1h1. nope not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wed Aug 5 2009 05:16:25 PM] +15102740784: He has swine flu?!!!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wed Aug 5 2009 05:16:34 PM] elyssagotsit3: hahha im jp hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wed Aug 5 2009 05:17:18 PM] +15102740784: You stupid girl! I believed you! Haha, have you been talking to him ately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, Nicole and I were talking abt these guys we saw yestreday, there was so much of them hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becaaaause ddeeeeep insideee, feathers is still the one who stoleee your heaart &amp;amp; those guys from yesterdaay reminded you of him &amp;amp; how no guy can ever replace the saame way you loook&lt;br /&gt;at him. -Nicole&lt;br /&gt;(she made me fall off my bed laughing)&lt;br /&gt;She's so wrong. Feathers is no longer in my heart hahaa. I admit he did steal my heart, but it's empty for someone else to steal it again lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Yvonne! Wow! I've known you since 5th grade and look at us now. I know we been through so much things either good or bad. But here we are, hopefully our relationship stays strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-8826019534716603891?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8826019534716603891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8826019534716603891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8826019534716603891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/past.html' title='Past.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-4452405405889797551</id><published>2009-08-02T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:26:46.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful weekend.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe schools abt to start in abt 3 weeks. Damn, it went by so fast tho and I don't want summer to end just yet, I still haven't done most of what I have planned. Anyways, today I finally went shopping. I was so happy, my mommy took me but I still need more clothes hahaha, I can never have enough. I saw the perfect dress that Imma give Nicole for her bday, the one I saw online. She can so rock them hecka sexy. I shouldv'e got Yvonne's gift while I was there, her bday is this week. I wanna go to SF Forever 21 before school starts maybe after my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, my mommy and I had a good talk in the car. We talked abt me of course being abusive with money, gosshh then why did she take me shopping? But my mom was nice to me this weekend instead of her being bossy during the week. Anyways, we talked abt my debut she wants it to be in the P.I. in a hotel, so that means most of my friends can't go. I know nothing will change her mind. We also talked abt when I want to go to Disneyland, come on she's asking me usually she asks my bro. Then abt me getting a car and the rules and advantages of a car, first I need to get a job for me to use my car anytime I want, but if not I only can use it sometimes. I told her how I wanna wait till I'm like in college to go to England like during summer of college years. Yeahh also abt school, college, anddd other non-senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I was talking to Jered and Rocel damn, it was hilarious. I told Jered something that I dont know how it feels hahaha and he sounded hecka surprised he was like "damn either ur hormones are like not there yet or ur juss a beaast who controls ur head" hahaha. that was so hilarious. I was sending Rocel some pick up lines and she was so hilarious hahaha. ewh. I use one on my bro's friend and I got a smile from him damn he was fine but too old I need to stop lol, like for real. lol. Oh there was a cute fireman pick up line hahaha that's what I need to use hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Nicole thinks the reason I'm falling back for Feathers is because he's the cutest asian guy I ever met, that may be true but I was thinking about it last night and I found some turn offs about his outter self. ahhaha. I don't know what was wrong with me and why did I fall for him in the first place. ohh, I don't think Og3 has bad luck with guys I just think that the guys we fell for is so out of our league, in other words Milk is too shy to even get game with a girl, Klim is so retarded to have game with girls and Feathers I don't even think he has game at all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to watch Dragonball the movie, this weekend has been wonderful. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-4452405405889797551?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4452405405889797551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/wonderful-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4452405405889797551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4452405405889797551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful weekend.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-6935853370357020398</id><published>2009-07-30T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:50:20.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just too attractive.</title><content type='html'>It's coming back! NOooo it cant come back, I'm getting jealous but I'm never like this to any other guy before. He's so hot but not as hot as Mitch lol. I fell too deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-6935853370357020398?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6935853370357020398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-just-too-attractive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6935853370357020398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6935853370357020398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-just-too-attractive.html' title='He&apos;s just too attractive.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2502013911116949090</id><published>2009-07-29T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:29:11.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day wasted.</title><content type='html'>Stayed home the whole day. I didnt even go out the backyard lol. But my overprottective brother wouldn't let me go out and if I did he would fall me. Anyways, he went out today so I couldv'e gone out but my lazy ass became so lazy to plan anything with friends to go out, they asked me to go play volleyball with them but I told them I was busy. The truth was I was so bored and lazy. So if your an older brother don't be like this to ur younger sister because trust me she will always remember this and that you never know what she can do when she's older. If your a like me, your not alone but your brother is doing this because he loves you so much, making sure nothing bad happens, yes Nicole we are in this together. I know it's not fair, but one day we will get more freedom. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird how I want my brother to leave the house so I can go out but then when he isn't here like not at work and I know he's out I want him at home so I can have someone to talk to. The past few days he has been giving me attitude, I questioned him this morning "Why do u have to use that tone with me?" he threw his dirty clothes at me. See how harsh he is. He's funny and all like when he's talking on the phone he's looking at me making sure I wont do anything i guess or I know I'm really cute and all that's why he's adoring me hahaha. But I love him, even tho he's like this to me. Good thing he didnt go anywhere far when he went to college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2502013911116949090?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2502013911116949090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-wasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2502013911116949090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2502013911116949090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-wasted.html' title='A day wasted.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-6789485494155432540</id><published>2009-07-28T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:16:16.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy.</title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy!!! Only got 3 1/2 hours of sleep. hahaha last night I serioulsly felt like playing ball like I didnt want to sleep at all. Talked to Kevin and Mogan the whole night. It was so fun talking to them late at night on aim lol. Yes, Morgan better get me that Coach purse for my bday, jk. Omg. I'm not the only one that couldn't sleep last night, alot of other ppl too. Today was Chuc's bday, Happy Birthday Stephanie. Had a  small partay for her at the Duck Pond, sushi was helluh good. Played 10 fingers, Francis lost in one round. lol. Nicole and I went bike riding it was fun biking with her and talking. Walked Ynez's dogs, I was walking Remy lol, it was so cute when the other dogs where hollohaing at Remy, Warrior was like barking at the other dogs getting so mad. Them dogs are lazy never want to run. I missed Lea, haven't seen her in forever, I love how she's so random and she will laugh at anything even if it's not funny. Took really cute pics. Went home. Thanks Nicole for the necklace, bracelet and chocolate. The chocolates was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled for a while. Kevin came over and Morgan joined us. lol. I missed Kevin, I'm so lucky from Diamond that I got to see him.Talked to them for a while. I couldn't bring them inside my house, parents will think wrong. They wont believe me. I can't go out tomorrow or Thursday, overprotective brother has no work, yuck. I hate how he does this to me, he doesnt even do this to my younger sister. I'm not even as wild as him compared to what he does. I actually know my limits. He overreacts more than my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy Jonas Brother's concert tickets. haha. What else? I'm broke! Well not really, I just put my money away for me not to spend. It's so hard not having money, like for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-6789485494155432540?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6789485494155432540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6789485494155432540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6789485494155432540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3314153559909094375</id><published>2009-07-27T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:26:56.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the top.</title><content type='html'>I stayed home today because I needed the rest from going out the past few days. But ended up cleaning just because I felt like it, only happens once in a while. I got a recomendation letter to go to UC Berkeley, but none of the courses I wanna take are there. Thanks to EAOP, a lot of colleges are going to be sending me recomendations to go to their college. Hopefully, one of them is Stanford, that's my dream college. I believe in myself and I will do anything I can to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocel and I were talking abt how you will never forget abt your first romance and that you will always love them no matter what happens. I can think of so much people like more that can fit in the longest rollercoaster ride hahha jk. But tell me if I'm wrong because at least one time in life, you either got jealous of your first love moving on or missing them in your arms or something. It happens to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, yeah I can't tell you guys what I do and who I work for. hahaha. I don't get paid, but I'm doing it because I love them so much. haha. Oh, I updated my iPhone and it like updated everything it's like the 3GS now ahaha. I can text faster now, I can copy and paste, my photos move in different angles, youtube is so much better, I have a voice memo it's so cool I can make it like change voices, it's like I can have an alien voice or a sweet little girl and it's so cool. I love it. I still hate how the battery runs out so fast and how it's alwaus charging. Also, how updating it takes forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to work my mouth-Rocel. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this killed time lol, got to go watch Tayong Dalawa now oh btw, Jake Cuenca is hotter than Gerald Anderson now. lol. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3314153559909094375?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3314153559909094375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/off-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3314153559909094375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3314153559909094375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/off-top.html' title='Off the top.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3598762946342955132</id><published>2009-07-26T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:03:12.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>In Honor of Stupid PeopleIn case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed to stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Sears hairdryer -- Do not use while sleeping.(Shoot, and that's the only time I have to work on my hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bag of Fritos -- You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.(the shoplifter special)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bar of Dial soap -- "Directions: Use like regular soap,"(and that would be how???....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some Swanson frozen dinners -- "Serving suggestion: Defrost."(but, it's "just" a suggestion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom) -- "Do not turn upside down."(well...duh, a bit late, huh)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Marks &amp;amp; Spencer Bread Pudding -- "Product will be hot after heating."(...and you thought????...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On packaging for a Rowena iron -- "Do not iron clothes on body."(but wouldn't this save me more time)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Boot's Children Cough Medicine -- "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication."(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nytol Sleep Aid -- "Warning: May cause drowsiness."(and...I'm taking this because???....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On most brands of Christmas lights -- "For indoor or outdoor use only."(as opposed to...what)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Japanese food processor -- "Not to be used for the other use."(now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sainsbury's peanuts -- "Warning: contains nuts."(talk about a news flash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an American Airlines packet of nuts -- "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts."(Step 3: maybe, ooh...fly Delta?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a child's Superman costume -- "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."(I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Swedish chainsaw -- "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."(Oh my ..was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread the stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 Things I Hate About Everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who point at their wrist asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their a** to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn Right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film, "did ya see that?" No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"... Didn't give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What the hell??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!!! What can you do thats longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?" If the bus came, would I be standing here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are three types of people in this world: those who make things happen, those who watch things happen and those who wonder what happened." - Mary Kay Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these on a website. I thought it was pretty funny. Some took forever for me to get while some was like oh i get it. See how stupidty can confuse your mind just like me. hahaha. Remember there are a lot of stupid people in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3598762946342955132?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3598762946342955132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3598762946342955132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3598762946342955132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2546269800817451207</id><published>2009-07-25T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:49:00.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprising.</title><content type='html'>Yestreday was a tiring day. It was nice to get to be out and my mommy didn't even yell at me, when I got home, couldv'e gone out longer. So today I asked her if I can go out on Tuesday for Chuc's party and go hang out with Nicole &amp;amp; Kevin right after, she was fine with it. As long as I don't tell my sister because she trusts me more and that I always tell her the truth were ever I go, yeah right. But most of the time. hahaha. I'm just surprised how she's letting me go out so much now. It's so weird but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, not much highlights, except that I went to the spa with my mom, it was nice. I got a Facial. Omg, it felt so good. It's surprising that my mom and I was craving for calamres so bad that we just had to order this nasty one. But I was so hungry. I like the ones from Daly City, they're best. But anyways, I wanted to go see Ugly Truth but I guess I'm going to have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I wanna go to Borders to just chill. But I also wanna go to Tuttimellon, haven't had it in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey ya'll this is surprising news: Rocel is pregnant. jk jk. She just got me real bad there. Argh. She got me for the "istalkOg3" thingy. But you know I also thought it's not true because she can't just get with a guy like that. But my stupid ass was just overreacting. See even my friends experiencing hard trips in their life, I'm willing to help. Because that's what true friends do. If Rocel was really pregnant, I would be at her side when ever she needs me and like the time I went with her, I was the only one who went while the rest ditched her. So if you ever need a friend to lean on, I will be here for you, but only if you were ever there for me. If you backstabbed me once, pshh don't even think about it. jk. I willing to help anyone, I'm just a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. Nicole is tryna steal my Mitch ahhaha. jk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2546269800817451207?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2546269800817451207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2546269800817451207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2546269800817451207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprising.html' title='Surprising.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3128324810976633739</id><published>2009-07-23T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:36:32.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PCA.</title><content type='html'>The longest day ever was today. GOD! it took forever. Which got me even more nervous to sing. Went to bart as usual last bart ride to Berkeley went by fast. Then got Starbucks, green tea ice tea fosho. Then I had to leave Bridget, Mimi and Tommy to go the lunch thing, I could've brought them with me but i didnt knw we couldv'e brought friends. I was just sitting in my seat walking in and out of the classroom because i was bored to death, the whole class time. Then we had a dress rehearsal, I was not that nervous. Got changed and so many ppl commented my dress, it was so cute. I love it. lol. Then we had to preform our skits. Everyone was wonderful. ahhaha. it made a lot of parents laugh. Finally, I had to sing and I wasn't really nervous because I was actually enjoying it because I was looking at everyone's faces with their big grins on their faces. Lol. Then went to the actual ceremony, it was sad. The student speakers were making me tear up, especially KC's, gosh I can so relate to hers. Then the iMovie, that's when I realized that I love PCA, and I'm going to miss it somewhat. Took pics. Mommy got her 3rd ticket in Berkeley again, it's everytime she comes to Berkeley for me. I feel so bad. I heard her tell my dad that it's her 6th parking ticket. omg! ( not including her speeding, red lights and blahs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Mimi, Bridget and I would always take breaks from walking so far like longer breaks than walking. Riding on the bart with Mariam, Valeria, Mimi, Bridget, Tommy, Yvonne, Francis, Jake, Bianca, Maryjo, Francis, Andrew, Ashley and others. Spending our lunch at Bear's Lair, Memorial Glade and High School Musical Terrace. Spending so much money on food. Complaining about PCA ruining our summer. Meeting new people. Late night homework and reading. Not getting updated with friends. Walking to class. Learnining Community. Fun laughs. Debates. Active reading yuck. Office Hours. All the great memories that I will treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only realized how much I love PCA today. i have a massive headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3128324810976633739?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3128324810976633739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/pca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3128324810976633739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3128324810976633739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/pca.html' title='PCA.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7333940092594332523</id><published>2009-07-22T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:53:57.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift.</title><content type='html'>Guess what made my day? Kevin. He imed me out of nowhere. After stressing out from all the things for tomorrow. I hecka miss him. But yeah basically updated each other. Took forever to actually have everyone on the chatroom all at once. But finally we had a diamond talk. Haven't done that forever. I dont want the night to end. I still want to talk to Kevin. But he had to entertain his amigos. I had fun tonight, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! tomorrow's the last day of PCA! i cant wait. Fudge. I have the preformance to do and Im the last one to go, which makes me even more nervous. I cant go out to dinner with Mimi and Bridget and others. Stupid rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to call this blog gift because after all my hard work, it's paid off because finally we got to have a Diamond talk, something I been waiting for forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7333940092594332523?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7333940092594332523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7333940092594332523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7333940092594332523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/gift.html' title='Gift.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7204543985030041632</id><published>2009-07-21T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:28:09.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short day.</title><content type='html'>mwahaha. Umm... almost late to the Talent show, waiting at the bart for about 2 hrs. The talent show was very entertaining. Loved it. ahhaa. Class was eh. I was hungry. Singing Knock you down at the the closing ceremony but in our own remix. hahha. Knock me out. Then went to Bongo Burger then Tapioca Express. Then went home. Daddy-o was supposed to take me and Francis, to the mall but ppl building in backyard, he better take me tomorrow. No homework. Helluh tired. Cramps are a pain. Downloaded some music, but need more. 2 more days of Berkeley. Summer officially starts Friday. Annoyed. Today went by fast. Short.  Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7204543985030041632?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7204543985030041632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7204543985030041632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7204543985030041632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-day.html' title='Short day.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-4994145207802274545</id><published>2009-07-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:57:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping crisis.</title><content type='html'>This is my 100th blog post. I wanted it to be something you know very entertaining. But you know what. I need to go shopping like so mf bad. My dad promised me to give me $75 to go shopping plus i get weekly allowance. But it usually gets spent on food. But I can always ask my brother for money. So anyways, I wanna go to SF in Forever 21, but I have to wait next month for an Og3 day. I can not wait that long!!!!!!!!!!! I haven't gone like for real shopping since UC Berkeley and it's killing me inside. Someone come with me there!!!! I want new clothes, I don't care what my mommy tells me that I have too much, so does she and she was once a teenager lol. She better knows how it feels. hahahha. She's off from work today and so is my brother I think. They btter wait till I come home to go to the mall or else Imma seriously cry. arrggghhhh... I feel like I'm the girl from Confessions of a Shopaholic. hahaha. I'm trying my best not to be. I can't wait till I can drive myself to places and not depend on anyone. Because if I go with my mom, she makes sure it not to showy and blah not to expensive. If I'm with my dad, he keeps telling me to hurry up. My brother doesn't really take me anywhere now. SO BLAH. I need to go shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-4994145207802274545?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4994145207802274545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4994145207802274545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4994145207802274545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-crisis.html' title='Shopping crisis.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5990843087381506535</id><published>2009-07-20T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:21:11.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't realize the truth.</title><content type='html'>so.. these are songs that are so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is "where is the love" by black eyed peas. yeah it might be an old song. But think about it, we are all affected by everything happening in this world like violence, domestic violence, war, and crimes going on the streets we represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9H1r1BMmGbc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9H1r1BMmGbc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is called "Blood Diamod" by Kanye West. The story behind is that Americans esp. whites are traitoring other ethnic groups because of paying them cheap labor for very valuable items like diamonds. Kanye West is tryna explain this is not the way we should treat people. Just like what Michael Jordan did, he pulled out of Nike because they were using child labor and like paying them like $1.00 where they sell the Jordans for about $100. Jordan now has his own company where it's equally paid and that is stationed in the U.S. But like do you think whites will do this, if they know it's happening to their own ethnic group. They never put theirself into someone else's shoes. I'm not tryna be racist or anything, but think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTs2Aw73kk8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTs2Aw73kk8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't realize the truth, until someone actually makes a big deal about it. Like Michael Jordan, Kanye West and Black Eyed Peas because people just wanna copy the new hype of the famous people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5990843087381506535?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5990843087381506535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-dont-realize-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5990843087381506535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5990843087381506535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-dont-realize-truth.html' title='We don&apos;t realize the truth.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-8331851825243055159</id><published>2009-07-20T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:22:12.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go.</title><content type='html'>okay. today was a typical day at berkeley. 3 more days!!!! So anyways, I'm supposed to sing a song for closing ceremony but what should I sing something that's supposed to be realated to crime in the inner city. hahaha. Where is the love? should I? I went to in n out today and the person at the window gave me extra fries and burger, supposedly because i waited too long but it wasnt like even 3 minutes. hhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so last Thursday, this one weird guy like totally like got to me and Mimi. He started off with asking what time it was then it got to like personal questions. The personalist i was like our names. The rest was basically made up. Thank god, Francis got up the nerve to save us and get us off that train. Thank you Francis!!! If you were never there, what could have happened to us? But anyways, I learned my lesson. -I need to be more chill like Mimi and not look so scared and stuff but I was so scared. there was no way for me not to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when 2 of your friends fight, then sometimes you feel you need to choose sides. WTF. I will just let things be but I don't want the other friend to think I'm going to backstab them. But this shouldn't be a stressor for me because if they are just going to talk shit about each other, then go ahead no neeed to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Nicole is watching Secret life of an American Teenager. WTF. I don't even have time to watch that. She makes me oh so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days.  BTW. I wanna go to the mall maybe on Wednesday to look for a really cute blouse for closing ceremony. If you wanna go, just hit me up and so you can come support me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning Nicole &amp;amp; I's bday party. If you wanna go hit both of us up. It's going to be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-8331851825243055159?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8331851825243055159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8331851825243055159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8331851825243055159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-go.html' title='Here I go.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5371647594522815734</id><published>2009-07-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:39:14.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long.</title><content type='html'>Oh how I haven't blogged in forever. hahaha. No internet for me that's why, because supposedly I was posting unappropriate pictures of myself online. (My bro's story) WTF. He was just mad at me for not folding his clothes, What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Stupid teacher won't reply to my email anytime soon. I need to start on my essay. FUCk. I don't know how to start anyone, wanna help me? Because tomorrow will be another busy day at the mall. hahaha. If i don't finish this shit, I won't go to school on Monday. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is great news. I  need to get my permit on February so i need to start Driver's Ed, right away.hahahaha. So  So before my bday next August when I'm 16 I can start to drive and have the CR-V!!!!!! (if my mom doesnt sell it) But if not my bro's car when he buys a Beamer hopefully by the end of the year. But if my mom sells the CR-V, then maybe the Civic which is still new and clean just got it last year. hahhaa. i can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5371647594522815734?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5371647594522815734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5371647594522815734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5371647594522815734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-362714952097685425</id><published>2009-07-12T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:28:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth to Elyssa.</title><content type='html'>your not my no.1, your my one and only-Gerarar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyssa, don't let his sweet words, make you fall back to him. Even if that made you go aww..., who cares anyone can say that. WTF, you can do this. Lesson: Don't fall back to boys, just because they say something sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viv and I were talking about our similarities and differences with guys. ahhahah. She's right, about how expect so much out of guy and guys are just like whatever most of the time. I remember what Entertainer told me, that I need to be picky about guys. ahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-362714952097685425?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/362714952097685425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/earth-to-elyssa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/362714952097685425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/362714952097685425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/earth-to-elyssa.html' title='Earth to Elyssa.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-970047512202733671</id><published>2009-07-11T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:15:53.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid.</title><content type='html'>Fuckkkkk... stupid people. Don't they understand the house can never be perfectly clean, after hours again, it's going to be messy again. I cleaned the whole day yestreday so they don't have to say shit. But now, stupid vacuming and stupid ants. arggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things have happened since I last blogged. On Thursday, omg, fricken Bridget ditched us and went on bart without Mimi, Tommy and me. She didnt even call us but that's okay, at least she called us sooner than later because we could've been there forever. I miss playing volleyball, should I join Unioun City again. Practice is at Logan starting on August. Class went by fast on that day. Freeden asked me if I was sad that PCA was ending, my reply was,"NOOO, I am not sad, this thing is a waste of my summer, I can't go out anymore, I'm so behind on updates." hahaha. Jules and Connie were so shocked. hahaha. I can't wait till PCA is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was breakfast with Mexican Niggas. Then ice cream fight, I almost fell in the sewer. yuck.  Omg. Danalyn saw me at SFO but she didnt get to say hi. Oh how i miss her. Everyone mistakes us our siblings. She's so adorable. I remember how she used to tell me all her drama with her guys, but now we barely even talk and we so need to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi, can i take a picutre of your abs? its for a speical friend back in EASTBAY. its a suvinour"-Nicole&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. you better get me that hahaha jk. My cousin found a sexy japanese cutie at Hawaii. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways. Today is Saturday. Nothing planned. Did all my priorities for a Saturday morning. Let's go to Frisco anyone? Ice skating? Movies? Shopping? Anything? I have no homework.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Gerarar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-970047512202733671?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/970047512202733671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/paranoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/970047512202733671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/970047512202733671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-8321266154708416183</id><published>2009-07-09T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:48:16.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom boom, hoot hoot.</title><content type='html'>okay, so regular day today, i thought I wasnt going to be going to Boomers but apparently I was wrong. Got picked up at Berkeley then headed to boomers. Oh i loved the lunch scene today it reminded me of high school musical 3 where troy and gabriella danced at. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boomers. They raise the prices all the time i go there. $22, for unlimited everything and like add extra 8 more i couldve gone to Great America or (how my dad says it "Great of America" he's got everyone in the house talking fob just like him bc even know i say it.lol) &amp;amp; it's cheaper on tues&amp;amp; wednes. too. but like i was not having fun that much just enjoyed laser tag and go karts ahaha. My fave twos. Stupid little boy who kept bumping me on the go kart thing and got me stuck. I hate him. I will come back for you ahaha. jk. Laser tag arrgghh. it's fun playing with ppl you dont know and just getting them esp. little kids and this one little blonde girl ooh she's going to be a bitch when she grows up. lol. And these girly girls ahaha, they were so like ow, my foot. ooh i dont want to run, I'm going to get all sweaty, and stop getting me. I still got them ahahah. Then just played regular acarde games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot hoot hooters. OMG!! tell me abt the wings in Hooters, they are muy deliciouso but it's so hot. the 9-1-1 was like killing me and there's something hotter than that. and the even the regular hot wings were killing me. hahaha. My bro was sweating hecka bad. ahahhaa. Just from the hot wings. haahaa. I couldnt even taste the chicken hahaa. Oh hey, i think there's more asians and brunettes working in Hooters now, I remember the first time I went there they were all like blondes. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! i finished my essay. It better be good grade. I spent so much time on it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG, I thought this was a condom." haha-Elyssa (the first time I saw the wet napkin things from Hooters in my bro's pocket. I was so scared to open it to and it got me curious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG, you got to adore the abs when you know." -Elyssa. (Isn't that true ladies? haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we all know Nicole stares at her myspace homepage and wating the whole time, not taking her eyes off it when she's waiting for that special mssg from her special love. But like don't worry babes, it's a typical in love sign. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this guy that looked like Mikey but with earrings on and a hat, not much details on this bc i felt for him. ahhaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-8321266154708416183?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8321266154708416183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/boom-boom-hoot-hoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8321266154708416183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/8321266154708416183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/boom-boom-hoot-hoot.html' title='Boom boom, hoot hoot.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2999254910806816315</id><published>2009-07-07T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:30:46.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens</title><content type='html'>It hurts, when u find out the real person of someone. We looked up to you, we asked u for advice, we had our talks, we told you our stories and we cherish each of those moments. But the question is do you cherish those moments? It's sad. The reason I'm worrying too much is because I dont want to lose our connection we had and like Og3 looked up to you. If you do read this, please at least im us just to see how we are doing, and that will let us know u truely still care, but if not. Then there's nothing i can do. The stories I hear about you, I dont wanna believe them but after finding out on my own, it makes me want to believe it myself. But I only will believe it more if it comes from you. I dont wanna explain more about this. so hopefully, you truely care for us still because all i want is for you to update us and like a hello and actually talk to us, for a long time not just 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, im really close with mitch. i got connections so i texted him to come to your closing ceramony. lol-Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole: Well this person is way better than Mitch.&lt;br /&gt;elyssa: no he's not, it's like u bitch slapped Mitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we all know someone here is falling for Nicole, Thank God he moved on from me, now I can do what Nicole does to me on a daily basis. hahaha. But anyways, BOOMERS maybe tomorrow hopefully, I'm going to skip class tomorrow hehehe. not a first timer. ahaha. Just havent done it in a while haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2999254910806816315?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2999254910806816315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2999254910806816315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2999254910806816315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit-happens.html' title='Shit happens'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-6055611626155265457</id><published>2009-07-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:16:11.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish that I could have more freedom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a decision on where to spend my money on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish that I can drive already. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my mom didn't have to sell the CR-V. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my dad could find a stable job. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I went to Euroupe this summer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish that PCA is almost over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish Freeden didn't give us so much homework. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I didn't have a writer's block.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could just do this essay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I can go out more with friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my parents will stop being so over protective. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my summer won't go to a waste, staying home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a new phone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish CAAKES will be re-united again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I can see Kevin Acala before he goes to college. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I can see Nicole before she goes to Hawaii. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish Rocel can come back from Sin City. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I can find that perfect guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my brother can buy his BMW. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my brother can buy a new MAC, so I can keep his laptop. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish the economy gets better soon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish they find a solution to the economic crisis. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I can find a job. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could've done cheerleading. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my mom won't be such a shopaholic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could've gotten that Coach wristlet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I can go to Disneyland soon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I was much closer with family again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I can go on a shopping spree. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my metabolism won't slow down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish not to gain weight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish all these wishes came true. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I can gain my connection back with old friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my mom won't be so strict. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my sister will stop asking for too much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had my own room. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish for a brighter future. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I can stop being so stressful &amp;amp; just be more laid back. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A dream is a wish your heart makes."-Cinderella. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if all these problems are in my mind, there's nothing there that is stopping me to live my life. Becuase it's not worth it, life is short and you only live once, there's no point of regreting because you can't go back to the past. Everything happens for a reason, so dream and don't let anything stop you from having fun, it's not worth it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-6055611626155265457?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6055611626155265457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6055611626155265457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6055611626155265457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-on.html' title='Dream on.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3559269926683848870</id><published>2009-07-04T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:50:48.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence.</title><content type='html'>I just got back from watching fireworks, at Alameda it was so cool, I thought so because it was like the fireworks were falling on us. It was like first row seats and not only that we got to see Frisco's fireworks. Gotta love my brother for getting us to a place that wasnt crowded at all. But no firework show will beat Disneyland's Fantasia and the Philippines ahah. It was windy but well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the phone with Gerarar, lol. He asked me why we celebrate 4th of July. OMG!!! I told him the story &amp;amp; now I'm asking him questions abt wat he learned from me &amp;amp; he said that the treaty was called Constitution of Independence haha. WRONG! He's so hilarious. So, today is supposed to be celebrating the independence day of the U.S., geeeee.... I cant wait until I get more independence, everyone says you are more free just like the U.S., a free country. I wish I can be like that, why do I have to stay home with family on holidays, well that part, I kinda understand but like days when I dont need to be home, why can't I explore the different adventures just like my brother who like got to do anything he wanted my age. I deserve it more than him,&amp;amp; like my sister gets to do everything she wants too even when I was her age I couldn't do that. It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this day we had a bbq with just kickback kinda thing. I ate so much bbq. NO cousins were over except William, I feel so drifted from them. But like I was saying the most randomest things ever today, like "you were the one who loy down there." LOY? "The dick is on top of the table", I meant to say dock. &amp;amp; other things that were not even funny, I would laugh abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to go and chill and just watch movies or get some rest bc I have so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Herry up, ur wasting time-a. I thot time is gold."- This one fob girl @ IKEA. haha. I had to laugh at that so bad, I couldnt help but crack up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3559269926683848870?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3559269926683848870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3559269926683848870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3559269926683848870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence.html' title='Independence.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-6680249570678200445</id><published>2009-07-03T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:58:31.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i stalk Og3.</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was so effin bored so I decided to pull a prank on Og3, Rocel &amp;amp; Nicole, it all started when Nicole was the only one on aim, I told her someone imed me, i stalk Og3 was the aim, she was like me too, so i also pretended that I was so scared and i didnt know wat to do. She did sound scared, I asked her to txt Rocel, so Rocel went online and she imed i stalk Og3, which was me, and i felt bad for Nicole, bc I know she would cry. So i had to tell her the truth &amp;amp; so basically we got Rocel even more. She thought it was Klim, bc i was tryna talk like him &amp;amp; from past experiences of her sending me their ims of them talking, I prob can be an expert on immitating Klim. haha. Then yeah so I had to tell her the truth sooner or later bc it did sound like she was pissed. She was even more mad than Nicole, the whole time I was iming them, I was cracking up the whole time, and even now I cnt get it out of my system, this is like one of the best pranks I have pulled. haha. Rocel, was actually happy for Og3 to have stalkers haha. Man, if only I saved our im. haha. You can just hear in their im of how scared Rocel &amp;amp; Nicole was, but i got to love them so much. Hmm.. it's not as fun if u do it to guys, it's more fun if u do it to girls. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Elyssa. I hate her! Aha, she knows why. istalkog3? Who the hell has time for that? You're such a loser &amp;amp; that's why I love you.-Rocel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ridc_iZUfTs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ridc_iZUfTs&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, Francis got a shout out from Mitch noooo...&lt;br /&gt;i think u guys would look pretty cute together-Jered (he was talking abt me &amp;amp; Mitch) haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jered, for that comment you made, it made me go =O. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-6680249570678200445?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6680249570678200445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-stalk-og3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6680249570678200445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6680249570678200445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-stalk-og3.html' title='i stalk Og3.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-4155834729518607684</id><published>2009-07-02T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:26:29.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my McChicken?</title><content type='html'>Omg! I finally had the McChicken that I been craving forever, it all started in my dream when I had a dream eating a McChicken and it tasted so good. haha. Bridget, Mimi and I went to look for the McDonalds in Berkeley haha. I was so amazed and happy when I saw it and started eating it, it was like heaven or what Mimi said, "like i havent eating forever" haha. Berkeley has weird crossing thingys, the Fedex truck almost ran me over and it's so weird how ppl start walking even if says not to walk yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at SEXY Mitch so here is the link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47NQFJFwrHQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47NQFJFwrHQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; hahaha, FOR NO FUCKING REASON. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-4155834729518607684?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4155834729518607684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4155834729518607684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/4155834729518607684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/where.html' title='Where&apos;s my McChicken?'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-902963831291694393</id><published>2009-07-01T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:40:47.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooo I know.</title><content type='html'>hola. hehe. okay. it was a regular day today, just like normal, late to my boring class but she didnt seee me and she didnt take roll yet. Then lunch, crepes with Mimi haha, she's the only that says it doesnt tast good. Class was boring bc i got done typing my paper so fast and i had to look for new info, booorrriiinnng. Then bart, it was a silent walk way back with Bridget &amp;amp; Mimi and same with bart, just listening to music also me thinking about how my future would be like without my brother, damn I love him so much. Thank you Kuya for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally no homework!!! I was so happy when he said homework was to finish typing but I did that already. I took a nice nap. Then it was so hot, I was going to faint so I layed down in the grass in my back yard, it felt so good. Then my brother took me out, we didnt go to Tuttimelon bc he made an excuse not to go. We went to eat Halo-halo then had dinner at Toppings, i saw my volleyball team, from Union City at Toppings, well most of them. They are doing training already but the season doesnt start till September, they want me to join but too much things going on. Oh, we saw my brother's ex, omg. She's such a brat, hate her so much, her tan line on her back omg she so deserves it. haha. She told my bro that she hasnt dated anyone since 2 years ago, again she deserves it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Nicole is so denying how the song "Milk &amp;amp; Cereal" is not dedicated to her and Milk, she knows inside her heart that it is. Andrew might've proven me wrong but guess what, you never know, Milk is such a quite person, maybe he doesnt tell anyone anything. If anything, I think you guys should believe me and not Nicole that the song is so for her and Milk and she's the Cereal haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, this week went by so fast, it's Thursday tomorrow and then Friday. OMG!!! 4th of July,yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-902963831291694393?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/902963831291694393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooooo-i-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/902963831291694393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/902963831291694393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooooo-i-know.html' title='ooooo I know.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-361526035525743491</id><published>2009-06-30T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:22:52.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations.</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired. OMG! I fell asleep on my homework. lol. Today was the usual, lunch at Memorial Glade and Lecture with Profesor Zaragosa hahaha, he was hilarious he reminds me of George Lopez haha. Then class, went by fast again we did skits, our skit was the gayest from all the others. It was cool tho. Then went home, didnt want to go to the mall bc shopping maybe this friday with Viv and Entertainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I had a good talk with Entertainer. It's pretty cool how I can tell him things. Tomorrow, my brother are ganna kick it just me and him. YAY!!! I'm going to take him to Tuttimelon, his first time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized once summer started, Og3 have been talking about the randomest things ever, first it was Og3 marries heros then the Milk &amp;amp; Cereal song from Milk's status dedicated to Nicole haha &amp;amp; she knows it's for her. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short blog because i dont really feel like typing and I need to catch up on Boys over Flowers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to marry a fireman to put out the fire in my bed, get Rocel an Army guy to rescue her when she's in pain in bed &amp;amp; Nicole a doctor to take care of her after the all the pain she went through in bed. ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-361526035525743491?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/361526035525743491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/361526035525743491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/361526035525743491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversations.html' title='Conversations.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-6697804735565328896</id><published>2009-06-29T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:05:27.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butts.</title><content type='html'>My day was lovely today, just a simple day. I loved it. Went to bart with Mimi &amp;amp; Bridget as usual, went to my boring class of the day then lunch. Got Jamba with Mimi and then sat on the grass, it was cold so we sat on the benches where it was lovely and sunny. We talked about things. haha. Then went to class, it went by so fast. I got to be judge for our debate thing, it was so cool, we did American Idol style, even if we werent even trying to be American Idol judges. ROFL. This one black dude named Tommy was Randy, I was Paula and this one white guy named Roy was Simon. Dudes, I wasnt trying to act like Paula but like everyone was like saying that I commented like her. It was good tho. Especially the ending when people were all up on us and it was getting so intense. I was sitting down cracking up the whole time. ahaha. Went on bart and got home, once again so much homework, I need to read 60 pages still. uggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Rocel and Nicole, I want to marry a fireman. They are so hot, their biceps are so OMG, dont even get me started abt their abs. haha. This is what Rocel said, "they could put out the fire in bed!" ahha. Og3 will marry all heros. Rocel marrying an army dude, me a fireman and Nicole a doctor. hahaa. That hecka made my night. haha. lol. I miss talking to them. OMG. I can't wait for another Og3 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified with Butts last night. My brother and his friends pulled their pants down and like they chased after me. Eww... they were dark and light and bleh. yucky. I was gonna cry because i was in the corner of the room and i could feel that they were close by me. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;just worry about your shopping crisis (: -Vivian&lt;br /&gt;* I need to go shopping!!!!&lt;br /&gt;** I'm going to die if I dont go shopping in the next few days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-6697804735565328896?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6697804735565328896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/butts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6697804735565328896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6697804735565328896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/butts.html' title='Butts.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-939775853521607600</id><published>2009-06-27T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:51:42.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrificing.</title><content type='html'>So there was hair on my fries at In n Out and i was trying to exchange it then this girl who works there was like, "What there's sperm on your fries?" OMG, then Annalee was like, Dont you understand that sperm is not visible and wtf, do you think someone fucked on the fries? Now i know why you work here?" haha, Annalee wouldnt have to do this, if i didnt have to repeat myself 5 million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. No more England. I sacrificed it for my brother. I feel bad for him and likee I want him to go if we do go there. I rather go for my 16th bday. So i guess Im just ganna throw a bday party. oh gosh. This trip was my highlight of the summer, now when PCA ends, I can not wait because i will not let my summer go to a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right now i should be reading but I so lazy and I still have to write an essay. It's so effin hot in my room, the family room feels so good with the AC but i dnt want to go there. I was basically an all nighter last night, going to sleep at 5 am &amp;amp; only getting 5 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked it with my brother for a while, having a good talk with him and then going for a drive around the block and listening to his new music, that he wont tell me the title of. I want to play bball with him, I wanna see if i got any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-939775853521607600?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/939775853521607600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/sacrificing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/939775853521607600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/939775853521607600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/sacrificing.html' title='Sacrificing.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5211668396665885410</id><published>2009-06-26T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:33:35.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a meal?</title><content type='html'>I had such a fun day yestreaday. We went on the bart as usual and with Yvonne but hey I finally met Tommy, Mimi's boyfriend. They are so cute, they were arguing but it's like the cutest thing ever. lol. So when Mimi, Bridget, me and tommy were walking to class this old white haired man said hi to me so i said hey and like Mimi and Tommy said that he was looking at me. EWWW...&lt;br /&gt; But anyways, yestreday during class we had a deputy come for a lecture. He made me tell the class stories about my experience with cops haha. The class was laughing even tho i think it's not funny. lol. Deputy Brian made me wear a heavy ass helmet that was pulling my head down and some heavy vest, he said that that vest was only for training too and he was making put things on my legs but i fell and like i looked so arggh. Then after we waited for Mimi and TOmmy to eat then we went on bart. Got picked up by my dad, sister and brother and his friends and went to see Transformers 2. I cried when ______ died, also when ______ died but they sacrificed both their lives for one another, but they were both reborned It's sad. Bumblebee is so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends we have our ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Geneva and I were supposed to kick it at Nicole's but cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Danielle came over, not even 5 minutes her boss calls and makes her work today.&lt;br /&gt;Mexican Niggas threw water ballons at me while washing the cars.&lt;br /&gt;CAAKES has drama over something really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Diamond doesnt have that connection like before, like Diamond talks.&lt;br /&gt;Og3, we dont talk much because of my busy nights of homework.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, I really feel bad for what i just did, we still didnt talk abt it.&lt;br /&gt;I lost connection with people who I used to talk to everyday and night and now we dont even say hi or bye to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee... hopefully it doesnt stay like this.  Thanks to my brother who fixed my laptop and the one who decided to go to work late just for me and talking with me for the past few days when no one is there for me. He's really great. Thanks Kuya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my entertainer for the title!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5211668396665885410?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5211668396665885410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-meal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5211668396665885410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5211668396665885410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-meal.html' title='What a meal?'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2942302864978374894</id><published>2009-06-25T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:31:41.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>Man, I cant believe they listen to my conversation, I know I might be annoying to them and talk to much but they know fact per fact. I gotta love them mucho. My brother come on, there are times when he looks like he aint listening but when I ask him about it, he knows the details or when i repeat myself like 5 million times, he finishes the details or says How many times do u gotta tell me. lol. &amp;amp; his friends when we had the bbq the other day, they kept getting me moded bc they used the things I told them to get me moded. like, "I thought u rather drink water from the toilet instead of drinking Arrowhead." haha. I told them I rather drink water from the toilet instead of drinking that nasty Arrowhead. haha. There's other ones that they got me so moded on, that you guys would be laughing. I love them, it surprised me that they actually care enough to listen to me. I remeber I came home yelling, "OMG, he's so hot, he's the hottest guy ever, and he gave me a hug. I was like dying." It's Mitch from Supreme Soul, I'm talking abt and when DJ RJ from Supreme Soul, Djed for a party and Mitch was there, they yelled out."Look who's here, the hottest guy on earth and they start to immitate me. It was so embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really busy the past few days. I dont update much because my laptop has a total of 227 viruses. Stupid, meebo, aim and limewire and watching movies online. My brother checked all the websites i go on, he even knows my passwords now, people I talk to the most and my converstations with people on aim like from like years ago. I wanna do that. He basically hacked my laptop and got all the information, he doesnt even need, he was reading things out loud, I was scared he might come across something. But good thing most of my important convos are on my iPhone. hahaha. Nigga, i hid in the shower bc i knew my mom was already looking for me when my brother was trying to finish this shit. It's not even finished fixing yet. She didnt yell at me as much as i thought she would. Also I get so much homework, that I dont have time to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Friends. yeah they will always be there for u but you know it's hard when they never listen to you or when they hide things from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2942302864978374894?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2942302864978374894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbelievable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2942302864978374894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2942302864978374894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5630860632253276516</id><published>2009-06-23T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:18:03.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama is not cool</title><content type='html'>So like I have so much things going on my mind right now, I didnt do my homework, because I went with CAAKES to kick it at Ashley's casa. We went to the park and we were talking and updating and so Ashley makes a rude comment to Chelsea and she's prego, so she has mood swings and like it starts a whole arguement. I dont know what's up with them. I gave up not doing my hw just for them, and it turns out to an arguement. But before that we were having so much fun, laughing and talking at the pizza place, damn it was good there. We were planning to go to SF to go to Forever 21, if we went there then maybe no arguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is asking for too much, she keeps buying Coach purses, and Louis Vitton and Dooney and Burke and all that crap, when she doesnt even have money and she comes to me. Omg. I can never deny her for money bc she's given me a lot of money. I'm not ganna even go farhter than this bc arggh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another thing, I'm more worried about Kevin Acala, so much things going on for him and like he never replys back to me and Og3 but like yeah. We are here for him but he never comes to us, that made me cry the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAOP was okay today, Bart with Mimi and Bridget then almost late to Cal Adventures, I hated my group bc it was so boring and like the other groups were all yelling and having fun. Class was ok, there was a guest speaker who was white and he talked gangsta it was funny. lol. Then went to get yogurt with Mimi and Bridget, they were so desperate for it that we waited in the long ass line. then went to drop Mimi home and all the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways got to do some homework my goal is too finish it. I will cry if i do. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5630860632253276516?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5630860632253276516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-is-not-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5630860632253276516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5630860632253276516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-is-not-cool.html' title='Drama is not cool'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-6511092552213415597</id><published>2009-06-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:31:40.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dudeess, i found out that Feathers is such a fake person. I'm not ganna tell much details about it because people know who he is and I know people are hating on him  now. The people i talked to about his were ex friends with him and like he betrayed them so yea. That's why Feathers never had a gf. And maybe he has no game haha. What he tells people are not really true and his really close friends cover up for him, Im guessing that so much people want to jump him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I was so bored this morning and like there was no one to talk to. My mother went to Vacaville with out me, she said there was still alot of sale going on Coach. I had a sad face. She looked at me and she was holding a coach wristlet and she gave it to me. I like it, it matches my bed sheets haha. At the same time, I asked her about me doing volunteer work with Viv in Children's hospital and she was like too much things for me to do over the summer. But whatever, im still ganna do it. I went with my mom to grocery and then I felt like cleaning for some reason, without anyone telling me. I chillaxed in my backyard laying down with some music and then my baby cousin throws a punch at me and i had my eyes closed. I got so mad and like i was arguing with him the whole time, trying to piss him off. Then I'm here at home partying with drunks who are making me laugh non-stop &amp;amp; me and Lorraine are just like watching them. It's so hilarious. I love watching drunk people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont even remember what happened last night, I remember tryin to be an all nighter on the phone with Gerarar but I was so tired and reading made me even more tired. I ended falling asleep at 3 something and I failed. He was laughing at me when I woke up because he still was awake and he said that I'm was just worrying about my beauty rest that's why I didnt stay up. psshh.. I been an all nighter most of my summer nights last year. There's no one online to talk to, everyone's out partying somewhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yuck, I have so much reading to do for homework, summer reading shit for H&amp;amp;M, and i need to finish New Moon. I dont get why I enjoy reading blogs, texts, aim and myspace comments and emails but I dont enjoy doing those stuff. It's so weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-6511092552213415597?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6511092552213415597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/laughter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6511092552213415597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/6511092552213415597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/laughter.html' title='Laughter.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-280638964998530761</id><published>2009-06-19T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:58:00.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning News!</title><content type='html'>I'm stressing about what should I wear, I wish I had real plans to actually know what kinda clothes I should wear. I have either plans with family, or friends. It's so confusing. Anyways, I'm so glad I dont have EAOP, today but I ended up waking up at 8 am bc the modeling company called and they want me to go to their agency next Friday. My mom filled up the papers accepting me to do modeling and damn she didnt even ask my permission, but they make hecka money. haha. Anyways, I'm ganna get Geneva to do it with me bc she sounded intrested but my summer is going to be so busy. Arrgh. The meeting thing on Friday is just to see which company would sponsor/ model for them for. But there also Cons for modeling. After the call, I realized like 80% of me doesnt want to do it anymore. IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yestreday, I kicked the whole day with Mimi &amp;amp; Bridget, they are so adorable, they are like 2 little kids fighting and the fact that Mimi sounds like a 5 year old, it's so cute. Bridget came over my house then we went to pick up Mimi and then headed to Bayfair bart. Then we went to Tapioca Express, I dont really like their calamaris, it's not as good as Quickley's, although I like their drinks better than Quickley's. At first Mimi &amp;amp; Bridget were finding ways to give Mimi's tuna sandwhich away to a hobo. lol. Then we chilled at Quizno's and then went to UC Berkeley to the student store. And then just chillaxed at Bear's lair the whole lunch. Class was pretty fun and the fact that I didnt even feel like doing work yestreday. I was just sitting down laughing and eating Starburst. lol. Fudge. I have so much reading and homework to do. Then after Mimi, Bridget and I went to the student store after class to get their jackets and Bridget made us walk all the way around instead of using the short cut haha. Mimi's ticket got stuck and then we ended up missing the bart and so we had to wait 15 more minutes and then I was so tired and like Brideget &amp;amp; Mimi were fighting the whole time. Got at Bayfair and Bridget left then 5 minutes later Mimi left, I waited there for 30 minutes for my dad. I was so bored. I got home and friends were already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one with out a BF. I felt so bad for myself, but I was talking to my Entertainer so I was like whatever. It was such a nice day, I loved the weather. I felt bad after not replying politely to EJ last night. I got home at 11 and my mom took my iPhone and I wanna txt him back but he might be still sleeping. Thanks for the good advice again Entertainer. haha. and I'm his Wonder Woman. haha. My laptop has 23 different viruses for watching too much online movielol. My bro said that's more than the computers in his work that he fixes. It's been a while since I used it too. I miss my baby. I have to use my madre's which is so not my style. haha. I just dont like the color. Well, hopefully the weather will be just like yestredays. I need to call up the Mexican Niggas. I miss them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-280638964998530761?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/280638964998530761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/280638964998530761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/280638964998530761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-news.html' title='Morning News!'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1291597325589617826</id><published>2009-06-17T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:56:25.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okie-Dokie Doc. lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay!!! i got another 4.0, my parents werent surprised. But they promised me that my bro will take me driving, yes i get to practice driving around the block. haha. 1 more year, till i actually can drive!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;your the sunshine to my cloudy day, thank u for helping me find the real me. it was a miracle meeting u.nothing and no one will ever change my love for u. srry for all the times of trouble and hardships. but u know what u say to me all the time, everything happens for a reason. you are the one and only person who knows the real me and im grateful it's u. i will always be here waiting for and i know i wont regret that.- Ananomyous (idk how to spell it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, was an okay day. My daddy-o dropped me off to UC Berkeley, then met up with Bridget at Evan's hall. In learning community, we had a scavenger hunt. I doubt we won. It was so tiring, walking around campus. Mimi, Bridget &amp;amp; I left early and went to Jamba Juice, then we went to the student store and ate with the regular lunch crew. Thanks mother for the good sandwhich u made me haha. We still had an hour of lunch, so we went back to the student store then we walked around and sat on the grass &amp;amp; just chilled. Two dogs came chasing after one another &amp;amp; Bridget &amp;amp; i got really scare and then after like 5 mins. it came back and i screamed and closed my eyes. I was so scared. Class was forever. That's all i can say. I did really good on my active writing thingy. I felt like my hard work of reading 30+ pages with 8 questions, paragraph form, paid off. Then went on the bart with Bridget. Instead of having everyone like yestreday all together, it was just me and her. Plus Mariam, she is hilarious, she made me laugh the whole way. Haha. She makes up the weirdest jokes ever. I'm so glad I dnt have much homework tonight. I got rejected by my bro, for not kicking it tonight. I really wanted to go Marjorie came and i havent kicked it with her for a long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know wat i realizedd, all my older cousins &amp;amp; even my sister&amp;amp; bro has a bf or gf, from my dad's side. I feel like such a loser. j/k. I actually like being single. It just it never works out for me. See that quote from above, that could be me &amp;amp; him right now but I dnt want it to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Martin Luther King let freedom ring. He is so cool, he made me go to school. -Jaime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll play ball in my backyard because it's big&amp;amp; spacious for us to move around in. -Marco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know ther are more i was supposed to put on here but i forgot. i'll post them later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1291597325589617826?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1291597325589617826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/okie-dokie-doc-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1291597325589617826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1291597325589617826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/okie-dokie-doc-lol.html' title='Okie-Dokie Doc. lol.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-2519889334499275269</id><published>2009-06-16T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:12:02.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Update.</title><content type='html'>So much to update on, where shall i start. Okay on Friday night I was trying to be an all nighter but failed, but i made it till 4 am not bad the car ride to LA was making me really sleepy &amp;amp; my bro &amp;amp; I was the only one awake, so that part was pretty boring &amp;amp; plus he was playing slow jams which was making me more sleepier. Then we got to my aunt's house at 9am. Hannah is so cute, she has grown so much too, Ateh Eula- omg i didnt even recognize her &amp;amp; she is gorgeous &amp;amp; her boyfriend is hot too. haha. Sam-I havent seen her for like 5 years bc everytime we come visit she isnt there or she was studying in the PI. Jules- I love how me &amp;amp; Sam can talk to him about boys. Kristel- I love her hair &amp;amp; I love how she can make me laugh. Czarina she is still the same no matter what. Aky i heard he's so smart haha, i remeber when he was just a baby boy. I love how the more I see my cousins from my dad's side, the closer I get with them. I hate how they live all so far away bc i rather kick it with them than my mom's side, bc my mom's side is so immature and they need to grow up and i try talking to them, they never want to talk to me. I love LA jk, the bay area is the place to live, there are so much freeways there and gangs like at the park. Even if my mom lets me kick it wherever in LA with my cousins, basically more freedom, I rather live here in the Bay, there is no buses or bart or transportations there. And evrything is so far away. But they have the best malls there. hahah. The reason we went there was bc my aunt's 50th bday. That night we were planning on kicking it to the movies or mall but we were all so brokee. haha. We were supposed to go to Downtown Disney or Hollywood but it was already late. That night instead of watching movies with my other cousins, me, Sam &amp;amp; Jules had our talk cont. from the park. The next morning, I woke up at 6am and getting ready to go back to the bay but I wanted to go to the mall first, but I had to bay my bro shoes or something but instead I have to buy him a UC Berkeley jacket haha, which is more expensive bc he is choosing the $175 bc it's leather. It's so worth it, i got to go to 3 different malls. haha. I bought so much things. I wanna say thank you to EJ my entertainer for not making my ride back to the bay so boring. hahah. he was making me laugh so much and he tried making me sing through aim. hahah. Time went by so fast because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yestreday was my first day of UC Berkeley, I was so scared of getting lost. i met up with Bridget in front of Evans hall. I dont like my learning community class, it's pretty boring. Then we had lunch. Mimi was starving so we looked for food, everywhere. We ended up eating at Viet restaraunt not bad for $5, if I keep eating out for lunch, I am seriously ganna turn fat.lol. Jake, Bianca, Chuc, Michelle, Katerine, Bridget &amp;amp; Maryjo also ate with us at a bench.Then Mimi &amp;amp; I looked for her class then I had to go, my college writing class is okay. I left early just to go to banquet. i got dressed it the car, horrible, i kept bumping my head. i got there early, no one was there yet. We ate, sorry to my date I didnt get to sit with her till the end, blame Francis. Everyone looked so cute. We gave Kevin his hat, I love his reaction "I get a coach purse?!" hahah. Then there was some announcements then i had to go, while everyone was gonna kick it afterwards, I had homework. sucks bootay. Then I fell asleep watching my show &amp;amp; i need to finish it after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is at cheer tryouts but Im not bc my summer is ganna be so busy. so much things going on this summer. I will die if we do have practices plus cheer camp. I need to fit in some kicking it with friends time too. There's always next year. ummm... i got to get  ready for UC Berkeley the schedule is so confusing we start at diff times everyday. i get to take bart home today &amp;amp; it feels like it's already Wednesday, can  time go a little faster?! I want it to be the end of July already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-2519889334499275269?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2519889334499275269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2519889334499275269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/2519889334499275269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-update.html' title='Morning Update.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1736243134870495912</id><published>2009-06-12T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:05:04.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a blog before L.A.</title><content type='html'>Here is a summary of 2 days, yestreday was obiviously the last day of school. In Ortiz's class we had a party and continued to watch iMovies. It was so early to have sushi and egg rolls, but they were so good. Chuc makes really good egg rolls. I like Lea's dance in her iMovie it was hilarious. Then we had lunch, we took mucho pictures, I'm ganna miss our lunch crew. Then I had spanish, and the final was that hard as i expected for it, I guessed on like 2-3. Then we watched Twilight I didnt really understand much because Sione wouldnt stop asking questions  &amp;amp; wouldn't shut his mouth up &amp;amp; Cassandra was annoyed and Im there cracking up the whole time &amp;amp; then after school I went to the quad to take pictures again and then cleaned my locker, nothing much in there. Then after, Francis + Og3 went to Bayfair to pick up something. On our way to the car, we see Kaleena. I love her! and I missed her so much. Then Og3 went to my casa and kicked it there. Then I fell asleep, not being able to go to Kevin's grad &amp;amp; partay and I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, very early in the morning, Kaleena &amp;amp; Yvonne came over already for Cheer try-outs, Francis took forever to get ready, longer than the girls lol. We met up with Kristina, Leslie, Mimi, &amp;amp; Nicole at tryouts. I was so out of it, all I was thinkin abt was food. haha. Try outs was cancelled bc Ms. EVanouggh broke her ankle and then we just learrned the moves instead. The payment is around $700-1000. not badd,but still alot of money. Cheer camp is free. Then after the session, we all did Mexican style in my brother's car, it was four in the back, i was so squisheed, and my brother's car isnt even big and we went to Mimi's house, her dogs are so cute, especially Yoshi. We practiced the moves and ate hecka pizzas. Then Mimi's mom dropped me and Nicole off, but Nicole left right away. I webcammed with Annalee showing her the moves and then I played basketball with my brother. Ate at McDonald's with mother and then went to Stoneridge with her &amp;amp; brother. Bought 3 dresses and 2 tops. Packed for L.A. &amp;amp; cleaning room. Then in about 4 hrs.. I'm leaving for L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny quotes from Francis:&lt;br /&gt;"Can u hold my purse?"&lt;br /&gt;"...that I'm Clare's sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I remeber that just made me laugh so much. I need to kick it with Kaleena, I miss talking to her about her love life. Well, I'm ganna  go call Mexican Niggas and tell them juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1736243134870495912?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1736243134870495912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-before-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1736243134870495912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1736243134870495912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-before-la.html' title='a blog before L.A.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-7802697217198111137</id><published>2009-06-10T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:26:12.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did Freshmen year go?- FD</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is officially the last day of freshmen year. it's all so sad, it doesnt even feel like it's about to end and i know it's because of the weather. It's all happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about my day, finals for PE was a piece of cake 3 senics in 45 mins, walked all 3 with my new friend Angelica, haha. Then played volleyball, it was fun. Then had health finals, it was okay becuase it was the same questions on all the other test, it was like a review, but i felt like i was ganna die because it was 150 questions, i heard spanish is way longer. Then we had some food &amp;amp; showed our PSA, i think I liked Jackie &amp;amp; Ellinell's the best &amp;amp; me &amp;amp; chuc's were okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i kicked it with Nicole &amp;amp; Francis at Bayfair Mall, wow i havent been there in so long. Then we went to my house &amp;amp; kicked it there, i was heluh stressing bc my mother kept tying to make me do things. Then we went back at school and just kicked it there, took a whole bunch of pics and then got our schedules, Ms. Brewster was making me so stress. Arrgghh... I dnt even want to talk about it. I dnt even feel like doing anything anymore, i think i have freshmenitis. hahah. lol. but all i have tomorrow is spanish finals &amp;amp; just party at Ortiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my sister graduation, Og3 &amp;amp; Francis got tickets but everyone in WMMS last year were desperate for tickets. hahah. Thanks to Ron who let us in the gym and got our back to get us in the gym. Then i went with family to Sushi House, I love Lion King roll, so good, i didnt even get a bite out of my Bento Box because of all the Lion King roll i ate. haha. Tomorrow we are going to graduation for Kevin, with no tickets, yay. We will jst be waitin out the door and then go to his grad party. hahah. I cnt wait till im a senoir. haha. 3 more years to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well got to go study for Spanish. Pray for me, to do my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-7802697217198111137?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7802697217198111137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-did-freshmen-year-go-fd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7802697217198111137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/7802697217198111137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-did-freshmen-year-go-fd.html' title='Where did Freshmen year go?- FD'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-1147156172927247842</id><published>2009-06-09T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:23:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a quicky.</title><content type='html'>okay, so a quick summary about my day. Same old for pe, health we won in a review game, it's so sad that Ms. Hanusek has to leave and so Connie &amp;amp; Brian bought her a cake, but like I really love her class, she hecka still acts like a teenager at times with how she pretends to do wat teens do these days, I was planing to be her IWE for junior year, but like her class is so easy &amp;amp; it's one of my favorite class this year. ortiz- we watched iMovies again &amp;amp; Lea &amp;amp; Tiffany didnt get to bake some French toast but they will for thursday. Anyways, Lea and Amanda and Diana were eating plain syrup and Lea made me try some, me and Nicole was so scared hahah. Spanish was better we worked on the laptops better than writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at lunch I was signing Kevin's yearbook, but I didnt get to finish and in there I promised to write a very special blog just for him. haha, it's all Francis' fault for not letting me finish &amp;amp; not making me concentrate. Anyways, I will probably do that on the last day of school, it was ganna make mae cry. Noooo... I wish we just known each other longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I hung at the quad for a while, talking to Geneva and then Nadine and Bridget. It was so funny how I blamed Chuc for losing my USB disk and i made her check the locker room and her locker, she was so panacing and all along I had it in my bag. haha. sorry chuc. But that was funny how u were drinking that water bottle like crazy all in all one drink. Then I went home, like the earliest i went home in forever, ate cup of noodles like my first time finishing a whole thing, then I went on aim for a while, fell asleep then went to the airport to drop of my cousins and grandma to the P.I., I'm jealous because i really wanna go there, I love the P.I. Then got home &amp;amp; studied for health finals and talking on aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of P.E. and so Og3 is going to the mall tomorrow to kick it, then come back to reschedule our classes, eww 6th period classes and i might need to do 0 period which starts at 7am. Then after my sister's graduation or promotion which I might miss them calling her name. But I plan on getting her a grad gift, even if she is so mean to me. I dnt want the year to end just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-1147156172927247842?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1147156172927247842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/quicky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1147156172927247842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/1147156172927247842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/quicky.html' title='a quicky.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-5477744406625744483</id><published>2009-06-08T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:05:04.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday Kevin.</title><content type='html'>Well, anyways. Happy 18th birthday to Kevin Acala. Wow! only 3 more days till u graduate. If you ever need anyone to talk to, Diamond is here &amp;amp; don't be shy to talk to us, we always give you problems &amp;amp; it's ur turn to give us problems now. We love ya Kevin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy, going to school at 7 am was well worth it, we finished the iMovie suckas &amp;amp; nothing else to wrry abt in Ortiz's class ever. I wanted to cry of tears of joy &amp;amp; happiness, after putting it in Ortiz's laptop. I was so scared to present our video today, but everyone loved Nicole &amp;amp; I for bringing lumpia. haha. Lea &amp;amp; Tiffany better bring French toast tomorrow, because it will be my first time tasting it, yeah hecka fob right. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. was easy, hated my team for volleyball tho once again Im the only one doing all the work. But better then having ball hoggers in my team, not being able to hit the ball at all. Health was bleh today, pretty boring, just worked on PSA, Ortiz was just watching iMovies. Spanish, once again never ending work. Oh yeah, whoever ripped off the poster off Kevin's locker, I will find &amp;amp; once I do, watch just watch lol. i just know u will get karma like ripping a muscle ouch or something bad. I hate it when people do that, they are just probably jealous because no one does that for them. That's pretty mean right there but it could be true right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, banquet is next week &amp;amp; first day of UC Berkely. yaay!! This weekend I'm going to L.A. then this Friday is hanging out with Og3. THen on Thursday, Kevin's graduation/ party &amp;amp; on Wednesday go to Mall maybe with Og3 &amp;amp; tomorrow drop off grandma &amp;amp; cuzzos to airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. "SHhh..  be quiet it's like you have a microphone when ur talking." haha. That's Rocel's quote but Nicole got her today by saying that to Rocel haha. helluh moded. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-5477744406625744483?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5477744406625744483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-bday-kevin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5477744406625744483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/5477744406625744483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-bday-kevin.html' title='Happy Bday Kevin.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-441566091944757730</id><published>2009-06-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:06:14.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help me!!</title><content type='html'>arrghhh.. fml. i am so stressed out. i need a  break.&lt;br /&gt;things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;iMovie for Ortiz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to his class 7am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work load of hw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missing Kevin's party &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not getting Kevin's present&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no phone service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people being beezys &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lumpia for the presentation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;need to clean my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too much is on my mind right now, i just need to chillax. i feel like giving up but I cnt. 17 people on aim asked &amp;amp; called me abt what's up with my status. "FML". Thanks for caring you guys. I'm never like this ususally I'm more laid back &amp;amp; I would never say FML. But now I really have to. I had all the fun this weekend. Two days in a row for shopping &amp;amp; all this comes last minute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deep breaths and time to think is all i need. I wish time can slow down just for me. God, please help me get through all this. I'm begging you. I'm ganna break down if I dnt finish this tomorrow morning. arrggh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again thanks to all the people who took the time and asked me what's wrong with my status. That really means a lot to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-441566091944757730?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/441566091944757730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/441566091944757730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/441566091944757730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me.html' title='help me!!'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321658427115567581.post-3932459319022133512</id><published>2009-06-06T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:01:06.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wonderful Saturday.</title><content type='html'>damn, Im hecka tired i walked so much today. arrghh...&lt;br /&gt;abt my day, I had to wake like normal school day jst to go to UC Berekely &amp;amp; do the diagnostic test. Then I went to the student store &amp;amp; my mommy bought me 2 sweat pants, 1 jacket, 2 shirts &amp;amp; a cute duck key chain. It was funny at the store how MaryJo's mom &amp;amp; my mom were saying oh look this is only $4 and urs is $7 ahah. It's funny how filipino parents are really cheap. MaryJo and I were just laughing the whole time. lol.  I felt like I was really ganna go to that school, like I was ganna start college, already. The campus is huge &amp;amp; I like it. It was so tiring from walking around &amp;amp; from the parking &amp;amp; back. I'm so excited to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went to the Outlets in Gilroy, I didnt buy anything because everytime I liked something there was no size or long line or too expensive. We ate at this one hot dog place, damn it was burnt &amp;amp; their chilly cheese fries were disgusting. yuck! My brother &amp;amp; I walked everywhere. Damn the Coach outlet was on sale 60% off. I was ganna get a purse but my mom saw me grab it &amp;amp; she said nooo, you have too much purses and blah blah blah. I need to go back there. arrgghh... Then we went to Westfield, and my brother got me new Jordans. yay! Then we went to Union City to grocery &amp;amp; i feel so fat eating too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've came with my brother &amp;amp; his friends to watch Hangover last night. I heard it's stupid funny. &amp;amp; guess wat? I found out his name!!! yay!!! I'm getting introduced to him by Nadine. yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2321658427115567581-3932459319022133512?l=yay-elyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3932459319022133512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-wonderful-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3932459319022133512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2321658427115567581/posts/default/3932459319022133512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yay-elyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-wonderful-saturday.html' title='My wonderful Saturday.'/><author><name>Elyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09871511499262468851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TscfOQqOMNU/SxyZ0mXZmNI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcXJrSV_BIg/S220/IMG000026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
