<?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-5265501188951904287</id><updated>2011-08-22T09:43:33.104-06:00</updated><category term='to-do list'/><category term='meme'/><category term='summer'/><category term='brands'/><category term='celebrant'/><category term='ficwriting'/><category term='video'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='boys'/><category term='musing'/><category term='tv shows'/><category term='pix'/><category term='camwhoring'/><category term='boston'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>dizzy up the girl.</title><subtitle type='html'>summer yu&amp;#39;s travel &amp;amp; rant blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-4679835791429575698</id><published>2009-08-16T23:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:25:34.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I have DBSK on repeat. What? [wknd]</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;★F R I D A Y _ &lt;/B&gt;Eye appointment @ 2:00 which ended up being largely pointless since I didn't need glasses, or contacts, or anything... so... I feel like I just wasted $30 -____-. The stupid ophtamologist tricked me! Last time I was there for a follow-up on my cornea swelling, he was like "okay I want to schedule a regular exam with you" so I was like "okay" but I DIDN'T NEED ANYTHING DONE, DAMMIT. -___-; Oh well, I made up for it by going to get some yummy korean food @ HanKang with Lei! She brought her friend... wow, I'm terrible at names... Patty? with her. I got way too much food (but NOT Ojinguh Bokum because I'm stupid) : Bulgogi Beef AND Yukkaejang, and I ate like... a third of it because the portions are FUCKING HUGE. The lady was nice and boxed all our leftovers up for us, but she ended up accidentally switching my and Lei's soups, so I didn't get to finish the yukkaejang :'(. Then Dad got us Korean for dinner too cuz he didn't know I'd just had it for lunch, LOL, so I got my Ojinguh Bokum, mwahaha. :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;★S A T U R D A Y _ &lt;/B&gt;I woke up really, really late. By the time Tivo were leaving for Amy's BBQ, I wasn't even close to ready (my hair wasn't even washed) so I just told them to go ahead without me, and then I really took my time getting ready, haha. I think I finally left at around 7:45, and then OMG THE DRIVE TO LONGMONT. @_@ I was in the car for probably an hour and 15 minutes. Some of it was my fault, I turned left instead of right after exiting US-36 and then drove in the wrong direction for probably 15 minutes before I called Ivo and sorted it out. And then I missed, like, every turn ever. And yea. But still, the drive even without all of my mistakes would've been basically an hour. Ugh. Never doing that again unless it's Big Bang. Anyways, I got there at around 9:30, and everybody was playing Trump so I joined in of course. I think I got 3rd to last, ahaha &gt;_&lt; But Mike won, which shows the accuracy of that game..... after that we made shaved ice and UM. My friends thought it'd be funny to cut a strawberry in half, hollow it out and fill it with wasabi, and then cover it back up and drizzle chocolate all over AND THEN TRAP SOMEBODY INTO EATING IT WHICH HAPPENED TO BE ME BECAUSE I'M A DOOMAS AND DIDN'T SEE THEM DOING IT. And Mike chronicled and put it on youtube -___-;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFiQlMfDQ-k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFiQlMfDQ-k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Afterwards we just chilled out, joked around, called Allen, etc. I left at around 11:50 to head for Daren's house which meant 15 minutes of driving again back to Boulder. The roads are creepy out there ._." At Daren's house, Megan and Yvonne and Daren and I went to Wendy's because Megan and I were starving (I only ate two brats and the shaved ice at Amy's) andddd yea. I got nuggets and chiliiiiiii. And then Megan and Yvonne had to drive back again to Wendy's because they basically forgot Megan's whole order. Then I showed them the Big Show Concert DVD &gt;D Everybody agreed that Asia just does concerts better, from everything from the show to the dvd packaging. Then Daren and I went into her room, talked for a while, looked at ugly boys we've hooked up with :/, and then I showered and we went to bed at like, 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;★S U N D A Y _ &lt;/B&gt;So the plan was for me to wake up at 10 with enough time to get ready and make it to church in time for service, but of course that didn't happen and I didn't get up till like, 10:45. I had a really weird morning dream about Zach o_o probably because we'd been looking at his pictures yesterday. Daren decided he's Ben &amp; Josh's love child because there's a picture where he looks like a version of the two of them combined o_O and then he has Lissa's boyfriend's name, LOL, so he's just a culmination of all my friend's boyfriends/lovers/ex's. Anywhoo I drove down (in yesterday's clothes because I'm stupid and didn't pack a change of clothes. Yes, I remembered PJ's but not a 2nd outfit) to Aurora in time for the tail-end of service. Ning Ning came! I haven't seen her in so long X3. She's really pretty now (she was before, so I guess I should say prettier). We had a whole big reunion, during which I had a really odd side convo with my busybody mother. She pulled me aside and was like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM: I'm gonna introduce Ning2 to ANDY. &gt;:D *evil conspiratory grin*&lt;br /&gt;ME: ....what.&lt;br /&gt;MOM: YES. AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ANYBODY BECAUSE I HAVEN'T WORKED OUT HOW TO DO IT YET.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Okay... o_o"&lt;br /&gt;MOM: Will you sit with them at lunch so they can get to know each other?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Waht!? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then after pointing her out to TIVO, they wanted to introduce her to Xiao, so I guess my mom's plan was foiled before it started, lucky for Andy and Ning2 (unless they're supposed to be soulmates or something, in which case, oops). So since we wanted to give Xiao some time with her (XD), we took her to Pho, and then I called Wayne and Mike, and then Kevin and Jeremy were also there, so yea, good times. I can barely finish a small at pho now o___O. After we ate and were loitering in the parking lot, TIVO acted out what I'm going to do when I meet Xiao Gui and it was hilarious;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEDDY (as me): EEEEEEEE XIAO GUIIIIIIII *runs and tackles*&lt;br /&gt;IVO (as Xiaogui): *extracts self from pile* AHHHHHH GUIIII AHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD. We then went to Lollicup (again, geez, I feel like I live there these past few days ._.) and then played Trump, AGAIN, and watched the boys play intense Foosball, andddduhhhhhhh then I went home. I feel like Xiao is already crushing on her even though she's 2 years older than him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have a DBSK song, the only one I like, on repeat. What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've also just realized I have a total of one week left in Denver, or in the USA, really. Excitement &lt; fear. D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;mood ;&lt;/B&gt; nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;music ;&lt;/B&gt; doushite... - dbsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;obsession ;&lt;/B&gt; GD'S SOLO ALBUMMM THAT COMES OUT TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;crave ;&lt;/B&gt; more summer ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;location ;&lt;/B&gt; denver -&gt; my desk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-4679835791429575698?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4679835791429575698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=4679835791429575698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/4679835791429575698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/4679835791429575698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-dbsk-on-repeat-what-wknd.html' title='I have DBSK on repeat. What? [wknd]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-5611972470820182157</id><published>2009-08-16T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:52:01.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>what have i been doing!?</title><content type='html'>- CHINA: Read my CHINA BLOG. It turns out that BLOGSPOT is a shit and is blocked in China, and so I just made another LJ for that. But basically, it was stupendous like always, I love my family through all the drama, I bought a ton of shit, and my aunt and other uncle are fucking rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HANGIN': Just chilln' with my homies and my family. It's hard for us to get our schedules all to align because my friends all worked this summer at DIFFERENT TIMES, so we'd have really weird hang-out times. It's pretty much nearing the end of summer, and I hate this time of year when the vacation is wrapping up and people are leaving and I have to say bye to my friends all over again. :'( Alex and Claire already left. I miss them already. I'm also leaving for Taiwan in a grand total of 8 days, and can I just say my initial excitement ahs just been completely overshadowed by FEAR!?!?!?! I'm so scared of being in another continent by myself, of exercising my Mandarin (even though that's my first language, what?), of making friends, of EVERYTHING DX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BIG BANG: I GOT SO MUCH OF THEIR MERCHANDISE both in China and in America XDD. I love them. GD's solo album comes out basically tomorrow, WAHHHHHH. I fucking love his blond hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CAMP XROADS: Every year is awesome, that goes without saying. I do however feel significantly old now; I barely knew 1/4 of the kids who went this year, mostly because of our age difference. After being a counselor for one year before this, I feel like it's another routine I can easily fall into and sometimes I get so caught up in the technicalities and everything, but I did get my own time for God, which was great. I was also put in charge of the counselor skit AGAIN this year, but unlike last year, had no awesome template so I had to WRITE IT. With a huge amount of Teddy's help actually (which one point being which we almost killed each other over an argument about a character choice), and I don't know if it was that good... but it was so long, we spent like 14 hours writing it (not straight @_@) and a lot of people said they liked it. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs128.snc1/5488_756016514783_10206879_44441575_3426786_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counselors! Minus... Andrew. We have like 304958039586 of this picture, but each one gets progressively more ridiculous because we all have the attention span of a fly and started joking around. Makes for a lot of blurry mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WRITING/SHOPPING/EATING/SPENDING TOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it in a nutshell. IDK. I don't want to go into too much detail, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-5611972470820182157?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5611972470820182157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=5611972470820182157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/5611972470820182157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/5611972470820182157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-have-i-been-doing.html' title='what have i been doing!?'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-7359792666698077581</id><published>2009-08-16T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:26:19.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINA BLOG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://riddleinthesky.livejournal.com"&gt;RIDDLEINTHESKY.LIVEJOURNAL.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-7359792666698077581?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7359792666698077581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=7359792666698077581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/7359792666698077581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/7359792666698077581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/china-blog.html' title='CHINA BLOG.'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-6474854879499186431</id><published>2009-06-03T06:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:23:22.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficwriting'/><title type='text'>keel me ded.</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile I chance upon a writer like &lt;a href="http://butterflyweb.livejournal.com"&gt;butterflyweb&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://rawthornewrites.livejournal.com"&gt;rawthornewrites&lt;/a&gt; in some sort of obscure fandom (like gtop in this case) and the magic running through their fingertips kind of make me want to give up and die and at the same time work myself to death all the more harder. I freaking need to start putting out good shit again. *contemplates own writing and burning everything I've written in the past six months*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-6474854879499186431?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6474854879499186431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=6474854879499186431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6474854879499186431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6474854879499186431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/keel-me-ded.html' title='keel me ded.'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-8309432205893135291</id><published>2009-06-01T02:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:10:17.912-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>total eff my life morning. [ may 28 2009 ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so fobby it's ridiculous. Also, my friends say I definitely do not look 20. Bitches plz. &lt;br /&gt;This is @ Pajama Baking Co. earlier today! Cherry granola ice cream&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up this morning with my grandma screaming at me from my doorway. It's not as serious as it sounds; she can be really chill and she can also get really worked up, especially if it concerns my sister. My parents, sister, and I don't let it bother us anymore. Anyway, I was still half-asleep and disoriented so I'm not exactly sure what she was yelling at me (she is a 5-foot-tall scrawny old Chinese lady with a typical old lady voice) except something about me spending too much time on the phone and on the computer, and "you do noshing, noshing all day! And you go out too mach!" (thanks angrylittleasiangirl.com) and something about being sick. Wtf. So I slurred, "what time is it?" and she yells "ALMOST ELEVEN" which means I went to bed almost five hours ago. I sleep really late and sleep in during the summers so I had no idea why the heck she was yelling at me, or if she wanted me to wake up earlier, why she chose today of all days to start, so I just rolled over and fell back asleep. Proceed her stomping down the stairs, ranting all the way, and I hear her on the phone, still shouting (at one point my mom calls and she picks up and when my mom says hi, she shrieks, "WHO IS THIS!!!!!" XD). So I gauge that something's wrong by now and stumble over to the phone to call my dad four times, who doesn't pick up, then my sister because I hear her name come up a few times in the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QQ: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF IS GOING ON&lt;br /&gt;QQ: ? I'm sick and I've been waiting in the office for 20 minutes and you're supposed to come get me. Didn't grandma tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohhhhh. ... Not really, -___-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive the five minutes looking like utter shit to pick the sister up from school, and when I tell her what happened she, the security guard at the front desk, and I all start to laugh hysterically. I swear tears were coming out of my eyes I was laughing so hard, the situation was just that ridiculous. I mean, what did being on the phone and going out too much have to do with &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; that was going on? I don't understand why she couldn't have shaken me awake (I'm a heavy sleeper), told me QQ was sick and needed picking up from school, and gone about her day without causing herself unnecessary stress. Anyways, I brought her home, gave her medicine, ate lunch, tried to stay awake, and then ended up sleeping on the couch till four. I told my parents later and my mom laughed her ass off for like, 10 minutes and my dad was like "omglol". I feel bad because I don't want to laugh at grandma, but, it was just too funny not to repeat. My grandma needless to say was pissed off at us all the rest of the day and yelled at everybody at random times about random things. Oh wai po. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with the FML thing, this is small but should be mentioned. Somebody called, I picked up, and:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Other end: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Helloooo?&lt;br /&gt;Other end: Let me put you on hold. &lt;br /&gt;Me: o_O *stares at receiver* what? I don't even know who you are! You called ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I was supposed to go with my sister to her winner's recital (she won 1st in a statewide piano competition two weeks ago, oh I do not miss those days of piano competitions) but she really didn't want me to hear her play since she was afraid she'd sound like crap (she hasn't practiced in a few days because of her sickness) so I went over to Claire's house instead with Alex and Daren, and after I spammed them all with more Big Bangness, who Claire by the way didn't think were attractive at all until I showed her a live-in-concert vid (that's what I THOUGHT), we walked down to Pajama Baking CO. for gelato and talked until it was dark. I wanted to get food but nobody wanted to spend money so I just got Jambalaya Rice at the cafe, and we continued talking. Daren forgot her keys there so we drove back to get it in Alex's shiny new Honda but none of us minded cuz the boy behind the counter was so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Granola ice cream. Sounds gross but I liked it. Nobody else did though, LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire &amp; Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Daren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and camerawhored because for once, I remembered to wear my straw hat with an outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear my zebraprint leggings too much. There's a big hole in the seam as a result. I'll stitch it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what the heck is normal about this conversation I ask you:&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Summer do you have a pleated skirt? Like, Catholic-schoolgirl style?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....no, because I didn't go to Catholic School? Why do you need it?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Please don't make me listen to this again.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Erin (her boyfriend who btw looks like her FATHER) wants me to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. ....Awesomeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;Alex: You can probably find it at Fascinations if you really want one.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Isn't that too sexy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: And what exactly are you trying to achieve with this whole my boyfriend wants me in a schoolgirl skirt to fulfill his fantasy thingie?&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Oh also we bought handcuffs, did I tell you guys?&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Alex: O____O NO.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: See, I still have chafe marks on my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies and kink are perfectly fine if you're into those things, but please do not share every intimate detail of your sex life with your friends. Especially if they have told you thousands of times that they do not want to hear it, and especially not if your boyfriend looks like your dad. This is just the tip of the iceberg by the way; I can tell you many, many NC-17 rated things about Claire's sexcapades but I don't think you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang's Until Whenever is LOVE. GD is an amazing composer. I'm sad it was never released :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;China countdown: &lt;i&gt;4&lt;/i&gt; days!!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;mood ;&lt;/B&gt; drugged &amp; disoriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;music ;&lt;/B&gt; until whenever - big bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;obsession ;&lt;/B&gt; still big bang, light textures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;crave ;&lt;/B&gt; korean food :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;location ;&lt;/B&gt; denver -&gt; my bed as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-8309432205893135291?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8309432205893135291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=8309432205893135291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/8309432205893135291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/8309432205893135291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/total-eff-my-life-morning-may-28-2009.html' title='total eff my life morning. [ may 28 2009 ]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/th_DSCN0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-408238573607900925</id><published>2009-05-27T01:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:31:39.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>kou ke de wang zi. [ memorial day wknd ]</title><content type='html'>I'm tempted to start out the post with something about Big Bang because I am living, breathing, and rolling in everything Big Bang these days... but I will restrain myself for once and talk about Memorial Day weekend. First though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0004.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby! She's really cute most of the time but whenever she sees me on the computer she always wants to sit on the chair with me so she can mess with my keyboard and steal my food. And I like my Macbook to myself, esp. free of baby-grease hands. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Memorial weekend. Saturday I just chilled at home with waipo, but on Sunday I hung out with Lei, finally, who I haven't seen since like... last summer. Us and her boyfriend Tsai were all craving DOMO but for some reason they're closed on Sundays so we ended up going to Lao Wang's Noodle House (Lao Wang Niurou Mien) instead. I wasn't that excited at first because I get most of it at home, but it was soo good. It's run by an old couple and that's it, they have no more employees. The restaurant is about as big as our living room, and the menu is printed old-style Chinese on little wooden boards tacked up on the walls. I had to have Lei translate XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guotie (kind of like fried dumplings) in the front, and mala dusi (spicy cow... tendon?) in the back. The guo tie were soo good :d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dandan mien (egg noodles). The flash washed out most of the color; it had a little peanuty flavor and I added a bunch of la you (hot oil) and it was really good. Soo much food. Lei got za jiang mien (sort of like Chinese bbq style noodles) and Tsai got wonton noodles because I guess Sunday is the day before they stock up again for the week and they were all out of niurou (beef) everything, which is their specialty. So that was kind of sad, but we can always go back. On the left is a guotie in brown rice vinegar and hot oil. Oh my gosh, my mouth is watering just thinking about it xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongyou chaosou (red-oil cooked with a sort of wonton, except more wrapping than meat). &amp; Bok choy lol. Ahh so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsai finishing my dandan mien cuz I was so full and couldn't xD. He ate all of his, plus Lei's leftovers, plus my leftovers. What a guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsai and Lei. I feel so ultra white compared to them lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei and me. I'm already in food coma state, can you tell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to visit one of their friends, Long, at his work which was right across the street. I definitely displayed Asian woman driving skillz and drove up onto the curb &gt;&lt;. And this hispanic guy who was chillin on the sidewalk laughed at me, LOL. At the store Long let us have free candy and drinks and Lei bought like $15 worth of Lotto and scratch tickets, but every single time was epic fail. She won a total of $3. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we drove up to Boulder to Lei and Tsai's house and then picked up a case of beer for pong later, then went to see Wolverine at 10:35 with Long. SUCH A GOOD MOVIE OMG *_*. I wouldn't mind seeing it again because I'm sure I missed half the action cuz I was drooling the whole time over the fight scenes and there was so much to see. It was a really satisfying revenge movie. And Cyclops wasn't a tool in this one. And Gambit was soo attractive and awesome. He's up there with my favorite Xmen along with Mystique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Lei &amp; Tsai's to play some pong despite the fact that I suck bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei's doggie, Snowball, in his raincoat Lei got for him at the dollar store LOL. The whole time he had it on he was so incredibly glum and pouty. We were like "Snowball, pose for the picture!" and he just sat there looking sad. Tsai was like "it's cuz he looks stupid and he knows it". The minute we took it off him he started bouncing around again. He's a Pomeranian &amp; Maltese mix O_O. I thought he was a Bishone or however you spell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei and me camwhoring. We started out on a team vs. Tsai and Long (guys vs girls) but we lost like 3 consecutive times (and I'm not even gonna lie, I take full responsibility for that because I made a total of like 3 cups LOL) so then we switched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long &amp; Lei. Awkwarddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsai and me fobbing it. Awkwarddd. We didn't win any with this team either :( that's how bad I suck. But by now I was heating up; in one game I made more cups than Tsai did! So this time it wasn't wholly my fault XD. Long sucks too, btw. (My body looks so fat in this picture O_O Actually the shirt I was wearing is really loose on me and in all the pictures ended up making me look 3 sizes bigger than I actually am. Not picture-flattering).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pong table. It got sooo dirty and reeked of beer by the end of the night. Lei called two of her other friends, Charlotte and her korean bf that I never learned the name of, to come over to and while waiting for them Long and I discovered we have the exact same taste in music o_o. He likes Big Bang and knows like, all their lyrics. Plus, he is the first male Fahrenheit fan I have ever met in my life. He knows all of Jiro's poses and the rest of FLH's poses for that matter, and he used to have Aaron's old haircut O_O, and he knows all their lyrics and his ringtone is Dong Mai XD (mine is YueLaiYueAi, so when I heard his I was like OMFG). We were quizzing each other on music for a while and both of us knew the answers to the other's questions of course. Too bad I'm not attracted to him. Ha. Although, when he laughs he has Jiro's face which is, odd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Charlotte and Korean Boyf to get here, we made a McDonald's run cuz all of us had the munchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More camwhoring in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: 5 cheeseburgers, 5 hot&amp;spicy chicken sandwiches, 10 5-piece nuggets, &amp; 10 small fries. HOLY SHIT. I ate a hot&amp;spicy and a nugget set, and then half a cheeseburger in the morning &gt;&lt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Charlotte and Korean Boyf weren't here yet, so I made Long do Jiro's poses and HE WAS SO GOOD. At first he was like no, I have to be drunk to do it but I am queen of nagging (and Lei isn't bad either) so he finally gave in and did so many. It was so weird to see, he did it exactly like Jiro does, the look back-look forward-POSE-move in slo-mo. It was pretty amazing. So then I made Lei and Tsai get up and do it with me, except all of us EPIC-FAILED. It's not even funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long and Tsai doing gangster pose (not Jiro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouke Wangzi (thirsty prince) pose. LOL. This is attempt #3; the other ones apparently I looked creepy 8D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re de wangzi (hot [as in sweating] prince). Attempt #4 for this one. I think by this point I had given up. Long was like "you need to do Jiro's pouty lip thing" so we were trying to push our lips out and... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiro's classic pose, with the ya ji rou (pushing on the muscle). Haha Tsai xD. Yea, i gave up. (I have no muscle anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lei are trying to do Jiro's cute-kitty pose. Lei kind of succeeded. I did not. Meanwhile, Tsai is still attempting to do Jiro's other classic pose. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Charlotte and Korean Boyf came by, we played more pong AND THIS TIME LEI AND I WONNNN!!!! We won so many times - twice against Charlotte and Korean Boyf (ugh, I'll just call him KB) who is really good and once against KB and Long! The best parts were when we made the same last cup or the last two remaining cups in a row, or the once Lei was like "get the middle cup! I just shot that one in" and I was like "okay" and shot not expecting to make it but I DID MWAHAH. Heating upppp. Tsai was cheering for us, woot. Then we played flip cup, girls vs. guys, and we TOTALLY CREAMED THEM. Five times. But I've always been awesome at that game. After that the guys went out for a smoke and we joined them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys doing it Chinese/TW squatter style. I have a picture with me doing it too but I don't think I want to put it online in case people I don't want seeing it find it... Lei and I split a Marlboro and I freaking cannot do those. I choked so bad. I can only do Newports. Whatever though, smoking is not my thing. I just like how they smell X3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already about 4 AM so we went back in and chilled and contemplated playing truth or dare and Lei brought out this really grody and totally NC-17 rated truth or dare game she got as a gift from a friend who had bought it from Urban Outfitters (and that store has some weiiird books and games and shit, so you know it was truly adult). Some of the cards read "Go into the kitchen and take out whipped cream or some other tasty thing, and then make bulls eyes on your partner's nipples and then see if you can drip water right into the middle of the target. If you can, lick the whipped cream off" and "Reenact your favorite position with a piece of furniture and make noises" O_O. So uh, definitely not playing that. So we played this Korean game KB taught us with a board and four sticks until like 5. I was really not into it at all and Lei and and Charlotte (girls vs. guys again) kept arguing about strategy and where to put our pieces, so I was just like la la la *zone out* the whole time. Plus I kept having to run to the bathroom because I had drunk so much beer AND WATER. But then it turns out I was like their silent weapon, even though it wasn't like I was good at it since the whole thing was based on chance; either way, I ended up getting everything they wanted and then winning the last game single-handedly for us. Whatevs, man. LoL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Charlotte and KB and Long went home, and Lei, Tsai, and I went to bed. I slept till 4 PM when Snowball woke me up xD and then I drove the 40 minutes back home, and by the time I made it back the parents and QQ were already back from the mountains! And then I went online and discovered Dadong's MOMOLOVE HAIR XC &gt;_____&lt; T_______T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/33jqx3a.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm getting used to it already. It just came as an utter shock to see him with straight bangs @_@. Also I watched TANK's new MV Ruguo Wo Bian Cheng Huiyi (If I Become A Memory) with Jiro and Selina's younger sister and once again Jiro had SUCH EPICFAIL HAIR O_o. But the MV was so depressingly cute :( and the song is awesome. And then I saw Big Bang's new Japanese single of My Heaven's MV and in that one, GD'S HOBO HAIRZ O_O. OMFG, what was with EVERYBODY totally FAILING AT THEIR HAIR UGH. However, TOP looked effing delicious. His hair was total success. But there was sooo not enough of him in the MV, so that was not cool. So that was my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am going to Alex's house to watch the Champions League Final (BARCA VS MANU! MANUUUUUUUUU FTW) at noon plus lunch, then maybe going to see Star Trek with Erin. I better not come home and find any other surprises about any of my boys' hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I am utterly addicted to Big Bang. ESP Top and GD, zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/dxmkgz.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a total GTOP shipper (even though they don't even come close to my love for Donglun, though the fans make crazygood photoshopped images for gtop x3) but I just love them in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up a few more of their songs and then got hooked on Everything (!!!) and Always and Crazy Dog and Remember (funny, because when I started out on this fandom I only liked and wanted to listen to their dancy/electronica-y tunes. And all of the ones I just listed are more R&amp;B [ except Crazy Dog, which is just a hilarious song ]). And then Kim got me freaking hooked on their Stand Up concert and I've watched, like, all of it plus some of their Big Show concert and I SO WANT TO SEE THEM IN CONCERT AHHH. If you gave me a choice between FLH and BB I would choose BB in a heartbeat. I still love my FLH boys and they will always be first, but I would only go to their concert to see them and their attractiveness whereas with BB I get that, plus a guaranteed awesome show that is worth my $100+. I have been listening to nothing but Big Bang for the past 4 days. It's driving my sister nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I have to blog about the total TW-series-like dream I had about Jiro when I slept at Lei's house, LOL. It was so cute *_*. I think I'll do that after I shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;China countdown: &lt;i&gt;8&lt;/i&gt; days [SINGLE DIGITS!!!!!!!].&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;mood ;&lt;/B&gt; loopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;music ;&lt;/B&gt; everything (song title) - big bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;obsession ;&lt;/B&gt; big bangggg (bong &amp; tabi especially)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;crave ;&lt;/B&gt; big bang in concert! &amp; hongyou chaosou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;location ;&lt;/B&gt; denver -&gt; my desk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-408238573607900925?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/408238573607900925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=408238573607900925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/408238573607900925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/408238573607900925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/kou-ke-de-wang-zi-05242509.html' title='kou ke de wang zi. [ memorial day wknd ]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/th_DSCN0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-6281703700936404661</id><published>2009-05-20T05:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:01:39.290-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brands'/><title type='text'>perfume and things [ smell splurge ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My godmother works at a Macy's and gets all sorts of free stuff so she is always bringing by toiletries and clothes and accessories for me to choose from. Today it was a huuuge pile of sample sale perfumes! Some makeup too but mostly scents. I love smelling good so as of today, I have newly acquired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Chrome Legend by Azzaro&lt;br /&gt;+ One by Calvin Klein (used to have it, ran out)&lt;br /&gt;+ Allure by Chanel&lt;br /&gt;+ Chance by Chanel&lt;br /&gt;+ Coco Madamoiselle by Chanel&lt;br /&gt;+ Sensuous by Estee Lauder&lt;br /&gt;+ Gucci by Gucci&lt;br /&gt;+ Deseo by Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;+ Juicy Couture by Juicy Couture&lt;br /&gt;+ #1 Couture by Juicy Couture&lt;br /&gt;+ Always and Forever by Jessica McClintock [ shimmer lotion perfume, 1 oz ]&lt;br /&gt;+ Attraction by Lancome&lt;br /&gt;+ Magnifique by Lancome [ 0.16 oz ]&lt;br /&gt;+ Miracle by Lancome&lt;br /&gt;+ Nina by Nina Ricci [ lotion perfume, 1.7 oz ]&lt;br /&gt;+ Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;+ Dreaming by Tommy Hilfiger&lt;br /&gt;+ Rock 'n' Rose Pret a Porter by Valentino&lt;br /&gt;+ Princess by Vera Wang&lt;br /&gt;+ Versace for Women by Versace [ plus body lotion ]&lt;br /&gt;+ Bright Crystal by Versace [ plus body lotion ]&lt;br /&gt;+ L'Homme by Yves Saint Laurent [ 0.33 oz ]&lt;br /&gt;(+ Estee Lauder metallic black &amp; bronze eyeshadow)&lt;br /&gt;AND, Nina Ricci silver makeup bag with apple zipper decor to keep it all in :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/DSCN0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough to last me for the next, like, ten years XD. My favorite is by far the &lt;B&gt;Nina Ricci&lt;/B&gt;. It smells &lt;I&gt;delicious&lt;/i&gt;, like apples and lip gloss and pie :d and I can't believe it smells so good. I also like &lt;B&gt;Dreaming by Tommy Hilfiger&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;B&gt;Bright Crystal by Versace&lt;/B&gt; a lot and &lt;B&gt;L'Homme by YSL&lt;/B&gt; makes me feel klassy :P. Surprisingly, &lt;B&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/B&gt; isn't bad, while &lt;B&gt;Always &amp; Forever by Jessica McClintock&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;Miracle by Lancome&lt;/B&gt;, and &lt;B&gt;Gucci by Gucci&lt;/B&gt; smell like shit. Gucci really disappointed me, I for sure thought I'd like that one :(. But maybe it was just the paper that I sprayed it on that gave it a bit of a weird smell. Also, &lt;B&gt;Princess by Vera Wang&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;B&gt;Allure by Chanel&lt;/B&gt; smell wayyyy too sweet for me. But again, maybe it's just the paper I sprayed it on. I'm going to be experimenting with scents for a while, that's for sure. My godmother says next time she'll bring me back the two that I've always wanted: &lt;B&gt;CK Pure Poison&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;B&gt;Daisy by Marc Jacobs&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my scent collection after that and realized I was running low on one of my favorite perfumes that I absolutely love and has become somewhat of a signature scent since 10th grade: &lt;B&gt;Aura by American Eagle&lt;/B&gt;. It smells like fresh laundry and daisies and summer and I'm kicking myself for not buying it in bulk when they still sold it. Anyway, I looked for it on eBay and found three sample sizes for sale for a total of &lt;B&gt;7.50&lt;/B&gt; so I bought them XD. &lt;B&gt;STOP SPENDING MONEY, SUMMER, HOLY CRAP.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, though, the best thing I have ever smelled in this life and I am not kidding either, is my &lt;B&gt;Bath with Sake by Fresh&lt;/B&gt;, inspired by Memoirs of a Geisha. I got it as a gift from Maggie's mom a few years ago, and I haven't used it at ALL because I'm afraid it will run out and I will never find another one again. I have no idea what the fuck it smells like other than a hint of sake and paradise, but every time I smell it I feel automatically better. I wish Fresh made it in a perfume. :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole post on perfumes o_o. I promise that I WILL unpack and organize my room tomorrow (er, technically later today) before I pick dad up from the airport @ 4. Not sure how that's going to work since I'm probably going to sleep in and then at some point Daren, Alex and I are hanging out again and probably eating and seeing &lt;B&gt;UP&lt;/B&gt; (soo excited XD) but I'll make it happen.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;B&gt;quick update ; &lt;/B&gt;Daren, Aleja and I were supposed to hang out on Monday but Daren was lame and wanted to get Lollicup. After I said I'd had it 3 days in a row prior, she said she'd see us on Wednesday -_-; and left for Boulder again so Aleja just came over at around 6, we went to Redbox and rented &lt;B&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;B&gt;Bolt&lt;/B&gt;, picked up &lt;B&gt;Chipotle&lt;/B&gt;, and watched them at my house. Bolt&lt;3. Seven Pounds was good but I felt like I was waiting for the movie to start, the whole entire movie. I know a lot of it was supposed to be him falling in love with this Emily Posa girl but the title is called Seven Pounds, it's supposed to focus on the six other people he helped too and it didn't. I felt like we didn't get to see enough of his good deeds with the other six, since even Ezra was only in it for maybe 10 minutes. The whole time we were like "when's he going to help the other six?" So mixed feelings about the structure of the movie, though the message was good. Also, Alex and I called the ending about halfway through it 8D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;China countdown: &lt;i&gt;15&lt;/i&gt; days.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;mood ;&lt;/B&gt; sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;music ;&lt;/B&gt; 爱丫爱丫 - BY2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;obsession ;&lt;/B&gt; nina by nina ricci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;crave ;&lt;/B&gt; chinaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;location ;&lt;/B&gt; denver -&gt; my bed at dawn o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-6281703700936404661?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6281703700936404661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=6281703700936404661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6281703700936404661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6281703700936404661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfume-and-things-smell-splurge.html' title='perfume and things [ smell splurge ]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/theused129/052009/th_DSCN0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-4629847190914173096</id><published>2009-05-12T02:46:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:10:41.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do list'/><title type='text'>run around in the rain with you [ to do list ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/todolist.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;t o  . d o : : l i f e // i n d e f i n i t e l y&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; unpack (!!!) and organize my room &lt;B&gt;[ may 21/22 YAY ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ clean my shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; cash in my tax returns @ keybank &lt;B&gt;[ may 12 ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ START EXERCISING -____-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; get camera charger back from alicia's house &lt;B&gt;[ may 14 ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ get mom to call yiqing ayi to figure out what i'm doing for the fahrenheit concert in october&lt;br /&gt;_ pick up piano again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; figure out what i'm doing for memorial day {CCCJR? daren's house?} &lt;B&gt; [ may 20 - going to daren's ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ go to BORDERS for manga-reading day&lt;br /&gt;_ get flh posters laminated&lt;br /&gt;_ visa for taiwan? finish CIEE checklist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; buy digital camera @ &lt;strike&gt;best buy&lt;/strike&gt; microcenter &lt;B&gt;[ may 21: with dad - NIKON S220&lt;3 ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ mail out enchant's perfumes&lt;br /&gt;_ mail out diana's $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; watch manu make it to champions league finals &lt;B&gt;[ may 27: with alex. we lost :( ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/u&gt; claire's house and planets &lt;B&gt;[ may 28: with alex, daren, and claire ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ elitches&lt;br /&gt;_ rens fest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;t o . b u y : : g r o c e r i e s // m a y 1 2&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; ice cream [ coffee ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; pitas &amp; hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; bread, deli meat, mayo, &lt;strike&gt;cheddar&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; &lt;strike&gt;yoghurt&lt;/strike&gt; bagelfuls with cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; pizza/rolls, mwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; raspberry squares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; OJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; ramen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; rice krispies chocolate cereal&lt;br /&gt;_ sponges with steel wool side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; contact solution (!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;t o . d o : : o n l i n e // m a y - a u g u s t&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/u&gt; finish my asian100 jiro icons &lt;B&gt;[ may 21 THANK GOD ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ WRITE. {something ever after, life on the other side, girl for hire, extinction, FLH ficrequests}&lt;br /&gt;_ finish graphics requests&lt;br /&gt;_ organize iphoto again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; make more icons @_@ {twent_icontest especially} &lt;B&gt;[ may 13 ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; post that fashion police thing on LJ (FINALLY.) &lt;B&gt;[ may 13 ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;t o . d o : : s u m m e r . c r a v i n g s // m a y - a u g u s t&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; PHO. &lt;B&gt;[ may 17: with mike ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; lollicup for boba &lt;B&gt;[ may 14: with daren ; may 17 with churchies ; may 20 with daren and alex ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; outback for steak &lt;B&gt;[ may11: with daren ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ bombay clay oven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; sonic trip with daren and louise! &lt;B&gt;[ may 14: after lollicup with daren ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ dim sum&lt;br /&gt;_ korean bbq&lt;br /&gt;_ DOMO (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; laowang noodle house &lt;B&gt;[ may 24: with lei &amp; tsai ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ han kang&lt;br /&gt;_ sushi den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; schlotzsky's deli for bbq chicken pizza &lt;B&gt;[ may8: before church ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/u&gt; CHIPOTLE &lt;B&gt;[ may 15: with sister ; may 18: with alex ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; pajama baking co. for gelato &lt;B&gt;[ may 28: with alex, daren, claire ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;t o . s e e // m a y - a u g u s t&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ monsters v. aliens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; UP &lt;B&gt;[ may 30: with ivo, wayne, mike, tram, xiao ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; star trek &lt;B&gt;[ may 27: with erin. SO GOOD OMG. ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; angels &amp; demons *sigh* &lt;B&gt;[ may 20: with daren and alex for free. good movie! ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ harry potter (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;_ terminator: salvation {with dad probably}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;X&lt;/U&gt; xmen: wolverine &lt;B&gt;[ may 24: with lei, tsai, and long. so good! ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ the taking of pelham 123&lt;br /&gt;_ nine (both the musical &amp; tim burton's cartoon)&lt;br /&gt;_ public enemies {BALE &amp; DEPP! AHHH}&lt;br /&gt;_ black &amp; white&lt;br /&gt;_ ko one&lt;br /&gt;_ x family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;t o . d o : : c h i n a // j u n e 5 - j u l y 3&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ visit yeye a lot&lt;br /&gt;_ SHOPPING SHOPPING SHOPPING {BARGAIN. =]}&lt;br /&gt;_ pick up meteor garden for qq&lt;br /&gt;_ purses for {alicia, alex, daren, claire}&lt;br /&gt;_ photoshoot/s&lt;br /&gt;_ fahrenheit business and merchandise&lt;br /&gt;_ hangzhou&lt;br /&gt;_ visit winnie &amp; corey in shanghai {clubbing!}&lt;br /&gt;_ see mike in beijing?/birds nest&lt;br /&gt;_ da niang shui jiao&lt;br /&gt;_ lamb skewers/other vendors&lt;br /&gt;_ never sleep&lt;br /&gt;_ that one cute teahouse&lt;br /&gt;_ go out for breakfast with the fambam&lt;br /&gt;_ xiao yi's la mien&lt;br /&gt;_ mala guo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;t o . b u y : : c h i n a // j u n e 5 - j u l y 3&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ SHOEZ. { flip flops, pumps, gladiator sandals, sneakers, high-tops, boots }&lt;br /&gt;_ purses { knock-off name-brands }&lt;br /&gt;_ more chanel jewelry&lt;br /&gt;_ more skinny jeans { green, purple, bright yellow, gray, black satin }&lt;br /&gt;_ professional clothes&lt;br /&gt;_ MORE FOBBY CLOTHES&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;_ new hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;_ color contacts/bigger iris contacts? bahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-4629847190914173096?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4629847190914173096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=4629847190914173096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/4629847190914173096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/4629847190914173096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/electro-woooorrrlllldd-to-do-list.html' title='run around in the rain with you [ to do list ]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-5804790839025546669</id><published>2009-05-12T01:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:17:29.845-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>a little bit about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/summerprofile.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;r a n d o m   f a c t s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My biggest fears include worms (I hate, hate, &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; slimy things that crawl &gt;&lt;), the dark, and being unwanted.  &lt;div&gt;2. I never learned how to ride a bicycle. And I'm never gonna learn, so there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I sing mostly in the shower, in the car, and on occasion, when there's a song stuck in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sometimes I'll sit there with earbuds in my ears and absolutely nothing playing at all. I don't know why o_o.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I make silent bets with myself all the time just to see if I win them or not.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. One of my most embarrassing moments was at camp when I was 15, during breakfast when I slipped down the stairs in front of everybody there including my then-crush and spilled juice and pastry all over myself. &gt;////&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. My hands sweat profusely when I get nervous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I've undergone surgery for a malignant mole on my right forearm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I have an uncurable, not-contagious, particularly severe strain of skin disease called keritosis pilaris ("Asian spots") on my arms and legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I don't have a middle name because I'm Asian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I'm a big realist. I don't understand, like, or warm to real-life romance. But I'm starting to think there's a closet romantic somewhere inside me, because when I see big gestures and all that romance in movies or books, I love it. I'm in denial about it though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I only have one dimple, on my right cheek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I interview imaginary celebrities sometimes in the bathroom when I'm washing up and make up scenarios in my future television studio in Taiwan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I'm incredibly possessive with bands and singers. If I discovered them first, they're mine and I'm the only one allowed to love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I also like bands who are underground more than if they're mainstream. The luster is gone when they're played on the radio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I've always wanted an older brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I've pet a now-extinct species of leopard, been on a camel, and swam with dolphins before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I'm very shallow. I admit it. I judge people based on how they look, and my mood stems off of how I look that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I may appear to brush things off, but in reality I overanalyze a lot of things to the point of nothing. So don't play mind games with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I douse everything with hot sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I used to model in a brief stint when I was 16-18 in China, but just for catalogue and sometimes editorial, never runway or anything because I'm too short. I was more of a 'face' model for cosmetics and stuff than for clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I'm a bookworm. If you give me an interesting book to read I won't take my eyes off it until I'm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I'm better at loving people from a distance, I think. I do a good job when I'm with them but absence really makes the heart grow fonder in my case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I love babies, but after age 5, I stop liking kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I've played piano competitively since I was 5; I think it's a given when you're studying under the most prestigious teacher in the state. But I get really intense stage fright with piano, so after sophomore year I stopped competing after I won first place because it gave me ulcers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. I'd say I'm relatively good at drawing people, but I'm terrible at drawing hands except if I have a model. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. The first things I notice in the opposite sex are their eyes, hair, and hands. Hands are lovely to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. I have perfect pitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. I also have near-perfect punctuation and grammar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. I love to shop, and my dress sense is really loud and eclectic. My friends say I can pull off almost any look (because I'm Asian and fobbiness is generally accepted?). And I collect skinny jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. I have been to the gym about a total of 5 times in my life, and I loooooooveeeee to eat. I'm thinking I should start exercising soon... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. I have really vivid dreams, and I really dread nightmares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. I love roller coasters. My first experience was with my dad when I was around 9, and it was completely horrifying, so I'm surprised I ever went back on one, but I'm glad I did because I lava them now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. I can fake a decent British accent, but I'm always too embarrassed to show people XD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. According to a linguist, I have a slight Chinese accent when I speak English, but when I speak Mandarin, the inflections and intonations in my voice are so Americanized it sounds like I have a little bit of an American accent too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. I'm slowly working the number of piercings I have in my ears to 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. My stomach makes weird noises for no reason at the most inconvenient times EVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. I like to make lists. It helps de-stress me when I have a lot of things to do and stay organized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. I love writing fiction. My imagination is ridiculous and huge, and I daydream a ton, so I always like getting it down on paper. I'm also in love with beautiful and broken words. When I read something raw and powerful and so pretty, I'm always jealous and inspired. I try to write like that; sometimes I succeed scarily well, other times, it just turns out uninspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. I compare myself to other people too much. (This is probably because my parents used to do it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. I used to have a celebrity crush on Jet Li O_O. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. I'm going to dye my hair blue one day when I get up the balls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. I'm still learning guitar. Slowly but surely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. My thumb has an extra joint or something, and I can make it stick out and look gross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. I love it when emo boys paint their nails and wear eyeliner and have lip piercings. Tres hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. The guy I marry has to have a sense of style. It can be relaxed, but he must have some fashion smarts. Also, I'd prefer a rocker type to an athlete any day. But he can't be skinny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. I'm a big camera whore (wow, really?), but mostly I make weird faces at the camera unless I think I look hot, then it's just modeling time :P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. When I was little, I shut the door on my finger on purpose because I wanted to get out of playing piano. I've also put my hand on a hot iron for the same purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. When I like a song, I'll listen to it on repeat for hours. Then it gets buried in my iTunes until I rediscover it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. I've been involved in a weird conspiracy thing where the purpose ended up being our cute waiter kissing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus. My muse is a water-based thing I believe, because I think up my best ideas ever when I'm in the shower. I can be stuck at my laptop for hours experiencing horrible writer's block, and as soon as I hit the shower, I get struck with such golden inspiration. I know you think it has to do with taking time away from my story and coming back to it, but it never works anywhere else except the shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;s u r v e y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I could choose another name for myself, it would be&lt;/b&gt; Parker, Lucy, or Shea (pronounced Shay). I like really classic and/or unisex names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On my birthday, I like to&lt;/b&gt; PARTAYYYYY. JK. I do like huge parties, but as I get older I'm starting to prefer getting ultra-dressed up and going out to eat or dance or something with close friends, then coming back and lounging and chillin in our PJs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My closet is&lt;/b&gt; narsty. It's empty and soo disorganized at the moment. I organize it by length of sleeve for tops and leg-lengths for bottoms, and right now everything's just stuffed everywhere or still in suitcases or just strewn all over the floor because I just got back from Syracuse and am too lazy to pack. Also, I'm constantly buying new things and running out of closet room &gt;&lt;. &lt;b&gt;The last place you'd ever find me is&lt;/b&gt; the gym, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I had $100 right now, I would&lt;/b&gt; buy the Longchamp Le Pliege Large bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After I shower, I always&lt;/b&gt; apply lotion, my face mask, and my nose strips; take my contacts out; &amp;amp; brush my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My dog always is&lt;/b&gt; nonexistent :( but he WILL be fierce, once I get that German Shepherd i've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When watching a movie, I prefer to snack on&lt;/b&gt; ice cream, junior mints, and salsa&amp;amp;nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This summer, I plan on&lt;/b&gt; GOING TO CHINA BABYYYYY. &amp;amp; then lounging and chillin like a villain whilst I prepare for taiwan. And camp counselor again of course. Sickest summer everrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If someone could read my mind right now, they'd probably&lt;/b&gt; hear my brain singing along to Fire by 2NE1 since it's on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last letter of my surname is&lt;/b&gt; U. That's also half my surname ;o).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My musical tastes are&lt;/b&gt; eclectic and broad. I like everything except hardcore country, screamo &amp;amp; that heavy metal stuff, rap (except when GD/TOP does it!), and opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm always taking pictures of&lt;/b&gt; myself. HAHAHA. I'm a camera whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I look to my left, I see&lt;/b&gt; my cluttered desk, my clothes and suitcases, my closet doors with Orlando Bloom and Audrey Hepburn posters, and my door with my Legolas poster :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next concert I'm going to is&lt;/b&gt; A FAHRENHEIT ONE IN OCTOBER!!! WA SAI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right now, I'm listening to&lt;/b&gt; Fire by 2NE1 of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would love it if I could&lt;/b&gt; be Jiro's girlfriend and a co-host with Aaron XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The colour of the shirt I'm wearing is&lt;/b&gt; white and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have never been to&lt;/b&gt; Europe. This will change of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last text message I received said&lt;/b&gt; uhh. I don't know if I want to share since it's kind of explicit. "Haha apparently just what it would be like to have sex with us alone and together". Sender will remain anonymous XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not pleased with&lt;/b&gt; how there is still 10 days to go before all my friends are finally back from college so we can HANG OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My latest addiction is&lt;/b&gt; vindaloo curryyyy and Indian food :d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I only kinda like&lt;/b&gt; cheese. I used to hate it except as like a pizza topping, but it's growing on me a little. Only certain kinds though, like really sharp cheddar and brie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My parents are&lt;/b&gt; awesomeee. My dad is crazy talented at everything and eloquent but secretly goofy and my mommy pampers me and loves Jiro almost as much as I do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I won an all-expenses-paid trip somewhere, I'd choose to go to&lt;/b&gt; well since we're going to China and Taiwan already this year (hahaha), I'll say ITALY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to have a deep conversation with&lt;/b&gt; Patty Hou. I have a lotttt of questions to ask her since her life is what I want my future to be job-wise. Also it'd be cool to ask if she'd take me on as an apprentice, or intern, or something ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last thing I ate for dinner was&lt;/b&gt; Medium-rare steak, Caesar salad, clam chowder, and a peach fruit smoothie at Outback Steakhouse then Seattle's Best Coffeehouse. :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd love to be interviewed by&lt;/b&gt; well really I'd love to be the one doing the interviewing (hahaha), buuuut obviously Show Luo &amp;amp; Xiao Gui! There is no competition! Well except for maybe Aaron, since he's actually really good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I could turn invisible, the first thing I'd do is&lt;/b&gt; strip nekked. HAHAHA. And then steal me some awesome shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;China countdown: &lt;i&gt;23&lt;/i&gt; days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood ; &lt;/span&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music ;&lt;/span&gt; fire - 2ne1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsession ;&lt;/span&gt; borders bookstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crave ;&lt;/span&gt; (i got my steak!) PHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;location ;&lt;/span&gt; denver -&gt; my room again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-5804790839025546669?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5804790839025546669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=5804790839025546669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/5804790839025546669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/5804790839025546669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-bit-about-me.html' title='a little bit about me.'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/th_summerprofile.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-2686858666276448379</id><published>2009-05-09T04:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T04:53:18.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>summer craze. [ denver, shopping ]</title><content type='html'>Yes. I am back in the homeland. Not China, Denver. China is the motherland. Denver is the homeland. And I am back. Tuesday into Wednesday was a horrible time, let me tell you. First, David saved my life and came over to get my stuff (after Grace decided to go home early without so much as giving me a heads up, thanks so much bitch. Have a nice life in Ithaca, hope you die early) on Tuesday at around 1, I had dinner with Kelly at 6, came back and packed my clothes and had a tug-of-war for the next twelve hours as I debated what to throw out and what to keep and if my luggage was going to go over the 50 lbs. limit, and the packing, was ENDLESS. Things kept popping up out of nowhere even as I stuffed them into suitcases, and I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; ended up forgetting my TI-83+ and 4GB flash drive in my desk drawer. I just KNEW I was going to forget them, and I did. Also I had to leave my teddy bear behind, but when I emailed my RA to please please rescue my calculator and flash drive, she asked if I also wanted my teddy bear back. I love her. Even though I'm paying for the postage :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished packing (mostly) at around 1 AM, which is when I started studying for my final, and then I showered and kept myself awake with One Tree Hill on my bare mattress in a sweatshirt till 7. I went down for breakfast, had my last awesome made-to-order omelette ever, then went to my final, which was ridiculously easy, hoorah. Came back, watched Fringe, and then packed some MORE and threw out even MORE stuff until my cab driver got here at 3:30, which is when I finally bade SU and sophomore year goodbye/good riddance. The plane ride sucked. I was so ridiculously tired from not having slept at all, and I was also feeling very extremely sweaty and gross, so basically it was "hold-out until I finally get home and RELAX". Slept fitfully, ordered coffee and still slept through it. At one point the girl next to me had her unconscious head accidentally on my shoulder but I was so tired I really didn't care. Missed my layover in Chicago by literally 2 minutes because of the rainy weather. But actually I think that was better, because the next flight to Denver was in 2 hours and so I made my way to the food court, ordered some cheap Chinese food at Manchu Wok that was delicious because I was so hungry (best Szechuan Chicken &amp; Lo Mien ever), went online via Boingo, and then headed - finally! - home again. Landed in Denver at 10:40 PM, was picked up by dad and mom and QQ, and the rest is history. I. LOVE. DENVER. I. LOVE. HOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/05092009_greentoeziez.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes are green. (Those aren't a picture of my toes. Is that weird? That I have a picture of somebody else's toes... haha. O_O) My fingernails are [ chipped ] rocker black and my toenails are a sparkly shade of [ neat ] lime green. Total oxymoron :d but what else is new? I rarely paint my nails - call it the pianist habit in me, as we aren't supposed to paint our fingernails for a better aesthetic and some lie about the polish weighing down our fingers - and I own a total of maybe 2.7 bottles of polish, so this is a really rare occurance. But whenever I come home from school for break, I always paint my fingernails black now. This time, my toes decided to follow suit. I think I was admiring my toes too much with my fingers because sparkly gold has rubbed off on my middle black fingernail and won't come off. For some reason it reminded me of once, when I was maybe 6, at my piano teacher's house for my lesson. My mom had painted my nails a pinky-red, and Mr. Shaak flipped out and demanded I take it off before we began. The way he reacted was kind of scary, and being a little Asian girl who liked her nails pretty, I was on the brink of tears as I sat down with the nail polish remover and the sharp smell from the bottle to take off my pinky-red. Another girl, Darcy, who had her lesson before mine, patted me on the back and told me that they'd all been there. "I had my nails black with gold and silver sparkly swirls once, and he got &lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/i&gt; mad at me," she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I impulse-shopped on Thursday. The plan was to stop off at Old Navy and get myself those 2 for $5 flip flops to replace some of the shoes I had to throw out to save luggage space, and then go to Walmart and replenish my facial and body washes and contact solutions because of the same reason. But of course shopping always bites me in the ass and I came out with more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/05092009_oldnavyshopping.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 100% cotton, completely comfortable as in I-could-sleep-in-this-and-rub-my-face-in-this-all-day dark grey v-neck t-shirt, $10 (!). Metallic pewter sandals, $19.50. Yellow suede moccasins, $11.99 (SALE! I heart cheap shoez). I'd been looking for yellow moccasins for forever, and even though these were preppier than I would've liked, with a bow and string-ties in place of the bright Native American beading and the fringe, I loooooveeee them. I also debated buying a thin patent white belt and some other shoes, but I decided not to because I can probably get them in China. However, I was wearing sneakers when I went in, and since taking the shoes off and putting them on again is a complete bitch, I guestimated my shoe size and picked size 7 for the sandal and size 8 for the close-toed moccasins. I have such a hard time with shoes because I swear my feet are shrinking: when I was in 8th grade, I could barely fit into a size 8 1/2. Sophomore year I fit back into a size 8. Two years ago I became 7 1/2. And now I'm in between that and a 7, usually. For open-toed shoes I wear a 7, close-toed I'm usually a 7 1/2. But the moccasins didn't have half-sizes, so I went with a size 8 to be safe and didn't try them on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home, I realized I had about two fingers-width too much in the moccasins. So I went back to the store again today before church (and before I stopped off at Schlotzsky's for my usual bbq chicken &amp; jalapeno pizza :B) and exchanged for a size 7, which fit perfectly (go figure. Pretty soon I'm gonna be wearing my mama's size at 6). In line for the cash register, the girls in front of me were getting really excited about these soaps, so I looked at the vendor beside the register, and OMG, so many soaps and body things and fragrances for 50% off. They were in such neat packaging with these designs and after picking some up and smelling them, I decided I loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/05092009_soap1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I bought some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/05092009_soap2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little things like these thrifty soaps make my day. I think it's the "I wanna grow up and own my own awesome house!" person in me XD. They smell so delicious (I got Ruby Guava and White Grapefruit) and they're so cute. I think I might go back and buy some more tomorrow, I also liked Lavender Mint and the Island Lime one. They were 2 for $2.50! Totally worth it. I also got my mother's day present for my mom: the Ruby Guava Scented Oil Diffuser. She'll love it, I know it. She loves smelling nice and working in environments that smell nice. I really think that I'm the type of person that when I own my own place, will get totally excited about cute dishes, and shelf knick-knacks, and throw pillows. I found a couple of pictures a while back from apartmenttherapy.com (yes, I go there to look at awesome apartments sometimes) and I basically &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; this space:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/storycharacters/miscellaneous/ravenapt_kitchen.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/storycharacters/miscellaneous/ravenapt_dining.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cute!? It's in Oregon. Yep, I'm one of those people. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I also wanted ice cream and our house had none, and the original plan [ again ] was to buy a big bucket of Dreyer's or something that would last a while, but Dreyer's has nothing on Ben &amp; Jerry's. I ended up getting my two favorite ice cream flavors in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/05092009_benandjerryz.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless that Ben and Jerry for coming up with the caramel core in Karamel Sutra. I think most of it is gone, while the actual ice cream is still there, LOL. Also, cherries and chocolate in cherry-tinted vanilla ice cream? ALL teh smexiez. I'm gonna miss this in China, but then again, they have stuff like frozen dan ta and soft-serve fresh strawberry sundaes so I think I'll be okay. But when I got home with my Cherry Garcia, my parents did the whole "You're going to get fat" argument so to make it a little healthier and throw in some of my fruit serving for the day, I sliced up some banana and tossed in a few leftover blueberries, raspberries, and boysenberries we had while rooting around in the fridge and spent way too long making &amp; perfecting and pic-ing this thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/05092009_dessert.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angle is weird so I don't know if you can tell, but that's a bowl, not a plate. Ice cream is supremely difficult to eat off a plate, esp a glass one. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post some surveys and some "Things you didn't know about Summer" random facts on here, but I think I'll save that for next time. Summer (and I mean the season, not talking to myself in the third person), I'm so glad you're finally here. The real fun has yet to kick in because my friends aren't home yet (except Daren, who is back from Boulder tomorrow maybe!), but I can feel the season soaking into my skin already. And see, the posts about absolutely nothing at all (which is how I'm spending my days!) are already starting. I'm so ready to be sunkissed (and NOT sunburnt!). I'm gonna pull out that summer playlist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;China countdown: &lt;I&gt;26&lt;/i&gt; days.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;mood ;&lt;/B&gt; content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;music ;&lt;/B&gt; xie xie ai - garden sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;obsession ;&lt;/B&gt; old navy soaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;crave ;&lt;/B&gt; medium-rare steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;location ;&lt;/B&gt; DENVER COLORADO!!! -&gt; my yellow room &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/05092009_summerhaze.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-2686858666276448379?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2686858666276448379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=2686858666276448379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/2686858666276448379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/2686858666276448379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-craze-denver-shopping.html' title='summer craze. [ denver, shopping ]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/th_05092009_greentoeziez.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-6451489325248294546</id><published>2009-05-05T13:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:30:07.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><title type='text'>Introspections and an addendum. [ musing ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/stock%20images/000.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a brown corduroy body pillow on my bed. It's one of those things that the doctor says when you sleep on your side, if you tuck it between your arms and legs (essentially, if you hug it), it will prevent back problems later on. However, on my twin-sized bed in my dorm room, it takes up about 1/3 of the bed the way I had it lengthwise all year. Yesterday, I had packed one of my pillows up already in a packing box, so I shifted the body pillow up so I could rest my head on it ~ and instantly I noticed how damn big my twin-sized bed suddenly became. I've been complaining about the small bed for a while now, but the extra space the body pillow took up on the bed probably made up 3/4 of the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/stock%20images/001.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a bit oxymoronish in my persona and the way I perceive myself; depending on my mood, I can either be loud or quiet, boyish or girlish, sophisticated or lewd. But lying on my suddenly-bigger bed last night stretching out my limbs, I realized just how bad it's gotten to be this year. PartyGirl Summer is opinionated and outspoken, stays up all night dancing, is insanely judgmental in her red skinny jeans and vintage surround-sound headphones, and doesn't give a shit about what other people think. Then we have Artist Summer: introspective, a soul digger, underrated by everybody's standards, and sometimes quite elegant. Artist Summer is capable of achieving great things in her life, and PartyGirl Summer is just along for the ride and possibly to make some fun contacts along the way. This year, I have been dominated by miss PartyGirl. I don't blame it on the sudden obsession with Big Bang, because it would be a little bit pathetic and maybe too simple for my elaborate mind to stem all my problems down to one cause, or just five men who bring otherwise joy to the world, but ever since I stumbled upon their music I have been nonstop dancing in my head. It's all about the pounding bass and the strobe lights underneath my eyelids and the crave to be in that loud party atmosphere. But somewhere between the flickers of light and the sweat, I lost the artist in my head. No wonder my writing has sucked all year. I've been writing with my feet better suited to New York City sidewalks in high heels, with my fingers weighed down with Chanel rings and black chipped polish, with my halfhearted mind with electronica songs stuck in the brain and eyes halfway out the window wondering what I'm going to be doing this weekend. And no soul. Absolutely no soul. It doesn't mesh, and my writing has been empty. Artist Summer has been in hibernation since August 2008. Hopefully I fed her enough so she's just sleeping, not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;Img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/stock%20images/002.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I take that back. Writing, and creating music, and playing around with my pencils and charcoals is kind of like riding a bike (this coming from a person who doesn't know how to ride them without training wheels. Twenty and counting). It will always be stuck inside me, but the question is how rusty I am now, coming back to things after so long. I haven't read a real book outside of class assignments since last June. I haven't written anything of worth since at least that long. I look at pieces I wrote on my old blogspot, and the oneshots on fictionpress, and goodness I hope Artist will come back. I said on my last post that I was scared I was losing my edge. I haven't lost it, but for now it's stuck inside me too deep to be found, and I'm going to have to risk plunging my hand between the broken pieces of champagne glasses and neon nylon and maybe fight Party Girl until I can find the artist again. One step at a time, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night right before I go to bed, I'll listen to a few tunes on my iPod, the earbuds in my ears while I stare into the darkness of my ceiling and the DayGlo Stars. For as long as I can remember, I've been playing upbeat music with heavy bass and screaming voices, Big Bang, Lady Gaga, Perfume, 3oh!3 - basically everything that does NOT help a person ease into sleep (but thank god I sleep like a rock regardless what I listen to ;) ). Before I came into any of these revelations yesterday, I asked a friend to recommend some Fang Datong and Anson Hu to me because I was bored of my iTunes. And last night as I stuck the buds into my ears and turned my iPod on, all I wanted to listen to was those two guys, even though it is the polar opposite of my previous listenings. Listening to Khalil and Anson, it sounds completely cliche but I started thinking up all these new ideas and ways to maybe help me with my future pursuits. My fingers were actually tingling; even though it was past 4 in the morning and I had just shut my macbook off, I wanted to open it again and start jotting (no wonder I am an insomniac). And that must be an indicator that I'm on the right path... right? So I haven't lost all hope yet. With the right music, and time, and perhaps new books and experiences and food (who knows?), I might get my mojo back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/stock%20images/005.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;break me out tonight, i wanna see the sunrise anywhere but here, oh, come with me, this could be the only chance we get, we gotta take it...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, I was browsing some friends blogs yesterday, and I came across somebody who actually quoted me on what I said in Grapefruit Genius and said I was inspiring. Me, inspiring? Really? It got me to thinking again because this girl, Kyla, is having trouble with a certain somebody named Jiro Wang disturbing her everyday life and isn't exactly sure how to go about meeting him. She called me a dreamer. Definitely Artist Summer talking, though a lot of my dreams are tainted with Fahrenheit lately which is Party Girl's territory (I love how I've resorted to speaking about myself in the third person, and like I'm schizo. Nice.). I definitely am a dreamer, possibly one of the biggest dreamers you will ever meet in this life or the next one. I've always been told the sky's the limit, and that's what I go by. The possibilities are endless, and you've seen people from the humblest backgrounds make something great out of themselves: Abraham Lincoln, Nelson Mandela, the very same Jiro Wang, my own father. Why box yourself in? Someone named Margaret once said we aren't afraid that we are weak and feeble-minded; instead, we are afraid that we are great and powerful beyond measure, that we are scared of our own beauty and what we can accomplish if we tried (and I'm sure I butchered that quote, but it is one of my favorites). It's frightening to believe sometimes, but I do believe it. I am scared of my own power... but at the same time, believe I can do anything if I put my mind to it. And doesn't it start with a dream? That said, however, there is a delicate balance between dreaming and doing, and you need to be both a dreamer and a doer to get anything and everything you want. First, have the faith in yourself and that you are not just another faceless person in the crowd, but that God put you on this Earth to truly be somebody. Second, go out and just... &lt;i&gt;do it&lt;/i&gt;. If you already have the first step downpat, then the world better look out, because you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be something beautiful, you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be somebody who does great things. Keep your wishes and hopes and dreams on a star you look out to for direction when you've lost your way like those wise men did all those years ago. They found what - or who - they were looking for in the end. You can too. If everybody stopped pitying themselves everytime they encountered a struggle or a fall, and instead took it in stride as something else they can look back at and say, "I got through that too", wouldn't the world be just full of AWEsome people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still stand by what I said a couple years ago, that I should sit back and let whatever's meant to happen, happen. But if I am a passive person who leaves it all up to fate alone and does nothing to help herself, fate's not going to like me. Whatever's meant to happen will pass me by. There is such a push-and-pull with this. I hope I've at least learned that much this year. /motivational speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/stock%20images/006.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I realize how deep of an obsession to the point of obsession I have with, yes, Fahrenheit. Le sigh. Look at this blog. Look at over half my iPhoto library. Look at my most played list on iTunes (er, actually, that's probably Big Bang and Lady Gaga at the moment). Delve into my very twisted head. Last night, upon a point of existentialism, I wondered, what was the point? It is awesome they are driving me to work even harder towards my goal of becoming VJ like Patty Hou, but why should they even be a reason? Why am I living half-vicariously through them when I haven't even stepped within a country towards them? I am wasting my life away, and for what? Four celebrities that while fabulously attractive and such down-to-earth nice guys and probably the most deserving of my fangirly love, don't even know I exist? For the first time in my life, I have finally seen myself from a third-party observer. And I'm kind of sad, especially as I have just talked about being great and beautiful and not just another somebody, but right now as another rabid fangirl in the crowd, I am treating myself like one. I don't want to pine away for Fahrenheit. If I meet Jiro, awesome. If not, I shouldn't feel like my life has no point anymore. I should want to be a VJ in Taiwan for my own right, for the pure joy of doing something I want instead of in the possibility that I "could meet Jiro". I don't want my life to be a mistake. It better not be, since I'm halfway through my Broadcast Journalism career to train for this VJ job at the #1 journalism school in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities are such a dangerous crowd of people. They make and break regular Joe/Joanna the Plumbers all over the world. I want from now on to stop being so ridiculous about Fahrenheit. If they were to decrease to how I view Big Bang in my head, just another group of guys I am happy to support but wouldn't have a heart attack over if one of them freaking &lt;i&gt;kissed&lt;/i&gt; a girl in some show, that would be great. They've filled such big part of my life that if I were to decrease the fangirl swelling, I wouldn't know what to do with that part of myself. Maybe that was originally where Artist Summer went before I squeezed her out. Interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know, maybe this will all be forgotten soon. At the end of the day, I still smile when I see a cute picture of Aaron. Jiro is still my wallpaper on my cell phone. I'm not going to delete any of my Fahrenheit pictures or graphics or stop making them or stop thinking about Donglun. So maybe this is all moot, but perhaps this is just a step in the right direction, like everything else I have posted about so far. Kyla, however, I want to say thank you in return for making me think so avidly about myself. You are part of the reason I snapped myself awake again, and that's such a good thing to know. I hope you will come to realize what I have and live your life to the fullest and grab your dreams. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much writing o_o. Ugh. I have never been great at combining Party Girl and Artist together, and both of them are splashed on this page all over the place despite my efforts to just be one person. But I'll probably always be this way. Despite all the quashing I've done on Party Girl, I don't hate her. In fact, she makes me very individualistic and not a pushover, hardwon after many, many rough patches. I've just let her take the reigns for too long, and Party Girl is just a party girl; she really has no direction in life, just how to deal with things when life hits me hard. Fifty-fifty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I got after I moved my body pillow from my side to my head, and what has been swirling through my brain all today. Dare I say it: the artist is back! At least, coughing weakly and opening her eyes a little. It's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Mister Khalil Fong said it best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;最后，还是我想了太多。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers for the reincarnation of the artist. I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home tomorrow.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-6451489325248294546?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6451489325248294546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=6451489325248294546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6451489325248294546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6451489325248294546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/introspections-and-addendum-musing.html' title='Introspections and an addendum. [ musing ]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/stock%20images/th_000.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-6966848996083047413</id><published>2009-05-04T18:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:59:22.181-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Miss you but I won't. [ moving out ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/05012009.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home from my exhausting RTN364 final project listening party that I stressed out a tonnnn for. I literally finished the project 2 seconds before Professor Bolt walked in. I was like "uh, I JUUUUST finished" and he goes, while setting down the bananas, oranges, and donuts he brought for breakfast for us, "don't tell me that! Far as I know, you finished a week ago." I love him. I'm gonna miss Prof. Bolt. I'm wearing my Communist Party t-shirt from Threadless. I like to party with Lenin, Stalin, Castro, Marx, and of course jolly old Mao who got half my family killed or detained. That's how I roll. Replace his brainwashyness with a party cup. I especially like the lampshade perched crooked on Marx's head.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent all day buying supplies for and then beginning to pack. Grace's parents come tomorrow to take all of my stuff I'm storing over the summer to P.Paul's house in Ithaca, and then all I'm left with are clothes and toiletries to stuff in suitcases to bring home to Denver with me. And then I'm home, in two days. It's so bizarre to think that after living here in room 541 in Shaw Hall for a year, that it's ending and all my life's worth for the year is either going in the trash, the donation bins downstairs, or into suitcases and boxes, to be separated and shipped off. My walls are bare and white, and my room looks like a disaster area. Right now on my desk is a bunch of textbooks that the book-returns didn't want, a few DVDs, bubble wrap, scotch tape, trash bags, scissors, the Fahrenheit album, and a few packets of instant oatmeal that I need to finish before I go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy. I just want to be done with it. I hate, as in &lt;i&gt;loathe&lt;/i&gt;, packing/unpacking. I seriously wish I had a maid to do it all for me. My roommate or anybody I've ever lived with can contest to how much I absolutely detest it. I will leave my suitcases full of my unpacked clothes on the floor for weeks at a time until it's just too much of a hindrance to keep there anymore. Odds and ends will sit everywhere on my desk and my shelves until I make myself get up and put them away. It's probably because once I start, it's hard to make me stop. Same with anything I do, whether it's homework, piano, or even just drawing. I'm fucking lazy as hell to drag myself up and do these huge tasks because I know that once I start, I will completely throw myself into a project and exhibit signs of restless-leg-syndrome and other irritable antsyness until the thing is completely done to my satisfaction. Sometimes I've gone into my bathroom to clean my mirror and then three hours later, come out with sore arms and a sparkling bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that once I move out also, I'm gonna be itching to vaccuum the floor of the room I no longer occupy. But I will MAKE MYSELF WALK AWAY, DAMMIT. Sometimes I think I'm like a less neurotic version of Monica from Friends. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/05012009_ficrequests.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all those FIC REQUESTS. Eff it all. I have 11 Fahrenheit ficrequests to complete, plus the 9 other stories I'm already working on, two of which are on fictionpress and of which the readers are about ready to lynch me because I haven't updated so long. That, plus I know a ton of other ideas will no doubt spring into my head over the summer. But NO. I will prioritize. Extinction, Something Ever After, and Life on the Other Side get first priority (and Girl for Hire I suppose, but only because of the readers dammit). And somewhere in there, all the FLH requests will get done too. THIS SPELLZ GOOD TIMEZ!!! *note the sarcasm.* I'm scared that my muse is leaving me, or at least, isn't as bright and brilliant as she used to be. I look at what I've written in the past, like Rescued, or And I'm Tumbling Down, and the greatness of those oneshots awes me. I don't know if I'm capable of pulling something like that out of my head or my ass now. I hope I am. I just haven't read anything in a while, neither have I been struck by a particularly awesome idea (except Life on the Other Side). I hope I'm still the writer I once was, and that I haven't LOST IT. PLEASE, COME BACK TO MEEEEE. I just need to set up shop in my thinking tank: my shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with anything, but since coming to SU, I've started eating a lot of grapes. Besides the fact that it's just that our dining hall serves them a lot, I don't know why. I used to hate grapes. But now I really like them, green ones more than purple ones. o__o. Also, plantains. But that started after we went to that drug-dealing Caribbean restaurant during New Year's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two shows I've recently gotten hooked on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/onetreehilllove.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seasons 5 &amp; 6. It's funny to me that I like this show; mostly because I used to be so adamantly against it. I really hate those fabricated supposed-to-be "high-school" shows even though the actors are all so obviously older and more beautiful and so much less awkward than real high school kids. And their lives are definitely not what high school is like. Perhaps this is why I refuse to watch seasons 1-4, which is about their high school life, and choose instead to start with season 5, when the actors are somewhat closer to their real ages at 22-23, though it's still not likely that at age 22, you can be a high school teacher, own your own fashion line, have a five-year-old and a huge house, own your own record label, or look like Lucas Scott. In my head, I make them around 25. But anyway, the show is very feel-good-warm-fuzzies. PSawyer is my favorite. She is who I want to be, because I'm sort of like her already minus the nobility and grace with which she handles life. Also, season 6 episode 3 made me cry harder than any tv show has ever done. I miss Q. And I like the fact that they make fun of themselves in one episode, when Lucas's book is optioned for a movie and Brooke asks him if Natalie Portman can play her in the movie. When Lucas says no, because it's supposed to be set in high school (implying Natalie Portman is too old to look high-school age), it was ironic since that's what I think about THEM portraying high school kids. And then Brooke says, so what, you're going to get some CW bitch? And I laughed XDD (One Tree Hill airs on the CW. So Brooke's actress and everybody else ARE the CW bitches she's speaking of). One thing that did bother me though was the Nannie Carrie plot in Season 6, when she kidnapped Dan and held him prisoner in her house, because it was SOOOO ripped off from Stephen King's Misery. And Nannie Carrie fails in the shadow of Annie Wilkes. However, if I ever see the actress for Nannie Carrie on the street, I will be tempted to egg her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/picspam%20pix/fringelove2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. LOVE. FRINGE. It is one of the most genius shows to ever grace modern television, and in the midst of all the cop shows (though I love my SVU) and the lawyer shows and the doctor shows and the high school drama shows, it's SUCH a relief to see something this refreshing even though the science is bogus (hey, could've fooled me. I know nothing about science). It's a mixture of X-Files, Law and Order SVU (their main character is even named Olivia xD), and sometimes, Supernatural. It is the first time I have seen Josh Jackson and not hated him. Also, after only seeing John Noble play the somewhat stupid and smallminded character of Denethor from LOTR, it's so nice to see him do such a great character as Walter. And I love Broyles, because I've only ever seen him be creepy ass antagonists. So it's great to see all of these people be awesome for once. But I very much so want John Scott to cease existing. I don't care that they've found out he's not the traitorous asshat he was originally thought to be, the man makes me sick. He's on the Derek Shepherd from Grey's Anatomy level: creepy pedophilic. Just go 'way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want another piercing on my right ear. Perhaps my cartiledge? Except I'm scared of that, so maybe I'll get another one on my lobe. Currently I have 5 on my ears; two I got with my mom when I turned 17, two horseshoe gauges I got with Daren at Freaky's for my 18th birthday and which hurt like a bitch and which I have no interest in expanding, and another piercing on my right ear I got for New Years 2008. I planned on having 10 by the time I turned 21, so I guess in this next year, I have to get 5 more, LOL. Well, I could get another one on my lobe and then my cartiledge at the same time? That'll take me to 7 and then I think I'll be done for a while. I really want my lip or my eyebrow pierced, but I dont think I'd be able to pull off the lip piercing and eyebrow piercings look trashy on girls (I think only guys can work those). And getting anything else pierced is out of the question for me. I remember the weirdest thing I ever saw as far as piercings go: I saw a blond girl, totally preppy with a white polo and ponytail and white-shell necklace and blue eyes, with 6, 8, and 10 gauges on both her ears. FREAKIEST THING EVER. Besides the fact that her ears were freaky weighed down by these huuuuge gauges, it totally went against her image. But hey, whatever makes her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring things around full circle, walking down the hallway and hearing everybody inside their rooms tearing tape and stuffing things in boxes and shuffling things around (and I am NOT pressing my ears against their doors &gt;_&gt;) makes me a bit... nostalgic? Dorms must see a lot of things happen. Fresh-faced students come in, all throughout the year stress, laugh, fall in love, cry, throw up, get homesick, talk, grow up, and get smarter (or dumber, if you take philosophy) within their quarters. And then May rolls around, and everybody leaves, and it's like they/we were never here. The only things to show for us are a few leftover hooks on the walls where we hung our towels and posters, and a few stains on the floor from that time we spilled the beer we weren't supposed to have in our rooms, and in my case, little double-sided foam tape remainders from our glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. And then besides that, is just an empty, haunting dorm. Students have come and gone from these halls since 1850. In a disillusioned person's point of view, seems a little pointless doesn't it? Life cycles on and on and then you're gone, with nothing but a few scratches and dings on the walls and floors where you lived to show for it. Everything comes to an end. But I'm not disillusioned; I'm excited for the future, and where my education within these walls will bring me. Hopefully, 5 more ear piercings and a television broadcast job ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule for the next two days:&lt;br /&gt;MAY 5th, 10 AM: Call CIEE to figure out what classes I'm taking in Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;________, 10:30 AM: Run to HBC &amp; Maxwell to petition for those classes&lt;br /&gt;________, 11 AM: Steele Hall to turn in class petitions &amp; semester of leave &lt;br /&gt;________, 12 PM: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;________, 12:30 PM: Move things out with Grace's parents&lt;br /&gt;________, 2:45 PM: Dan's room to watch the soccer game in mah jerzey&lt;br /&gt;________, 4 PM: Start packing clothes&lt;br /&gt;________, 4:30 PM: Early dinner with Kelly @ Inside Noodles&lt;br /&gt;________, 5:30 PM: Younique Teahouse for bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;________, 6 PM: Pack moar &amp; study for ANT349 Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 6th, 8 AM: ANT349 Final&lt;br /&gt;________, 10 AM: Finish up packing&lt;br /&gt;________, 3 PM: Taxi to airport&lt;br /&gt;________, 5:15 PM: FLYING HOME&lt;br /&gt;________, 8:25 PM Denver Time: HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty richhh. I'm coming home, honeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;End o' school countdown: &lt;i&gt;2&lt;/i&gt; days.&lt;br /&gt;China countdown: &lt;i&gt;31&lt;/i&gt; days.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;mood ; &lt;/B&gt;excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;music ; &lt;/B&gt;beautiful, dirty, rich - lady gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;obsession ; &lt;/B&gt;pickles, bubble wrap, lady gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;crave ; &lt;/B&gt;CLUBBING &amp; DENVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;location ;&lt;/B&gt; cuse, ny -&gt; in what used to be and will shortly no longer be my room in 541 shaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-6966848996083047413?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6966848996083047413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=6966848996083047413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6966848996083047413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6966848996083047413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-you-but-i-wont-moving-out.html' title='Miss you but I won&apos;t. [ moving out ]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/th_05012009.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-6568572720926291762</id><published>2009-04-26T04:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:01:49.941-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>sophomore year in camwhore.</title><content type='html'>"Summer, you know why you're Asian?"&lt;div&gt;"Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because you are a CAMERA WHORE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As another school year draws to a close, I feel the need to document it in Photobooth camerawhoring. Funny because I only take PB pictures when I'm not doing anything, or just got back from doing something, or am waiting to go do something, so it's like, commercial shots between the life that happens. Still....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/sophyear_fall08.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall of '08, from September all the way to January 09. I don't know why I put January in here o_O. I think it's because I was still in Denver for most of it, so it wasn't like second semester had started yet... yea, let's go with that. Middle row is my sister and me, and then my dad makes an appearance. Row below that is my cousin and me when I took a short visit to see her and my uncle in Detroit. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/sophyear_feb09.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First four are birthday pictures xD. The ones after that with the crazy hairstyle are me trying out one of Suzumiya Haruhi's many hairstyles before she hacked her hair off (from the Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi) because my friend Teddy, who is a total anime nerd, told me if I ever cosplayed as anybody, I'd definitely be her. (In that I'm cute, or that I think I'm God...) Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/sophyear_mar09.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, yea. There's a brief interlude there in spring break of the six pictures below, when my sister, a baby my grandma sits for, and me picwhored to try and get the baby to smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/sophyear_baby09.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a real effort to get this baby to crack a grin. She usually laughs a lot but I guess she was scared of my computer screen and/or disinterested. This is about half the pictures I have on this subject; the other ones show EPIC FAIL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/sophyear_apr09.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much zebra print! The ones with the zebra scarf are from actually when my friend and I were videochatting and I screenshotted when I started getting loopy and pretending my scarf was a burka, then a turban, etc. There's also a bunny pencil. Then the last two are in Boston (repost).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/photoscan_04262009.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, today. Again, MOAR ZEBRA PRINT. I love my zebra leggings a little too much. I'm all sweaty and narsty and half my makeup is gone and my hair is gross as a result of clubbing all night long. But I just took a shower and I feel fine now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is over soooo soon, and I have about 6 days in May to document more camerawhoring, but I will anyways, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a side note, I really wanted a pair of these retro sunglasses that have recently come back in style. But when I tried a bunch on in Urban Outfitters and then H&amp;amp;M, found out that unfortunately I don't look good in them. I am le sad :o(. Perhaps I shall get a pair anyways. They don't look &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/14l62hz.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, though, I bought this pair instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/sophyear_shadez.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/frh_in_hk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kind of look like Aaron's alien shades, don't they? Yet another thing in our wardrobes that is similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;End o' school countdown: &lt;I&gt;10 days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China countdown: &lt;i&gt;41 days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;mood ;&lt;/B&gt; lethargic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;music ;&lt;/B&gt; break me out - the rescues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;obsession ;&lt;/B&gt; ZEBRA PRINT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;crave ;&lt;/B&gt; anything with sriracha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;location ;&lt;/B&gt; cuse, ny -&gt; bedddd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-6568572720926291762?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6568572720926291762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=6568572720926291762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6568572720926291762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/6568572720926291762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sophomore-year-in-camwhore.html' title='sophomore year in camwhore.'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/th_sophyear_fall08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-8565135379917137995</id><published>2009-04-21T15:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:01:25.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>life is a ferry boat... [ train ]</title><content type='html'>And I am stuck between rivers. -_-;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/04212009.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stuck at the train station in Albany/Renesselaer (or something like that, I've never heard of the R place before) for 4 hours in a layover coming back to Syracuse from Boston. Our transfer bus this morning came in three hours early. So now I'm in a little cafe, the only one in this place, with a cranberry muffin, a cup of chicken gumbo, and water. Most random lunch-dinner ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a little obsessed with my black bomber jacket already, can you tell? I'm wearing it alllll the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday after Alicia came home, we went out for Indian food at Bhindi Bazaar. (I wore the outfit with the red shirt and ponytail in the pictures above). I got vindaloo lamb curry and we split onion nan and it was soo delish. I wish I could have Indian food more often, but Syracuse doesn't have it (big surprise) and in Denver the only place I really like is Bombay Clay Oven which is a bit of a drive in Cherry Creek. Anyways, we sat by the window and people-watched and had a really long conversation about weddings and how we already had ours planned out, haha. She wants hers outside at a beach in Costa Rica and well, I'm gonna have two, one in the US and one in China for my family. My dad's already decided. Plus the tradish Chinese tea ceremony with our parents, so that's like... two and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we passed a Chinese restaurant selling bubble tea so I got a peach smoothie even though it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freeeeeezzziiinnnggg&lt;/span&gt; outside. The boba wasn't that great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home Alicia went to bed and I finally went on LJ and AF to check things out and update myself, and holy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it took for-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt;-ever. I feel so out of LJ/AsianCeleb whack @_@. I tried registering for the official Donglun forum but homygosh, they are some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardcore fucks&lt;/span&gt;. In order to gain viewing access to their boards, you have to fill out this questionnaire and the questions are like, "Here are two pictures of Jiro and Aaron. Which events are these from and what are they doing?" I was like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WUUUUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I knew an answer to one of them, the "what secret pictures did they find on Jiro's camera when they dug around their baobao's and what was Aaron's reaction" and I immediately felt creepier for knowing an answer to a stalker-worthy question on those boards. So needless to say, I didn't sign up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up at 10 after another weird dream that I think Fahrenheit made an appearance in again but I forgot... and then made it all the way through two subways and to the train station by myself! I was a little paranoid I was going to get lost. Our bus was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cool. The bus drivers were really nice and madd chill and handed us all lunchboxes filled with food and bottles of iced water for free, and they were like "this bus has wi-fi! and it's free!" @___@ Amtrack transfer buses beat out Greyhound, hands down. No sketch people, comfortable seats, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFI&lt;/span&gt;! If I didn't get motion sickness easily I would have been on my laptop the whole time. Instead, I slept and ate the rest of my smoked salmon wasabi bagel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm here in Albany/Resclskgjowieutwqp. Until 7:30. I've been here for two hours already, and I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; two to go. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least when I get back to Syracuse, it's gonna be warm and sunny! (It's 83 degrees on Saturday O___O). And I get to sleep in tomorrow because I don't have class till &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 PM&lt;/span&gt;. *Triumphant fist* Sleeping on an air mattress for four nights in somebody's living room while sick and half-frightened that the ghost from Shutter is gonna appear from all the dark corners and get me and then somehow waking up freezing cold every morning has made my hip hurt and has not been that good for my cold or my mentality. Excited for my soft bed, even if it is actually crappy and twin-sized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna write now. SO overdue. My readers on fp are abouts ready to string me up and kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End o' school countdown:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 14&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;China countdown: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;45&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood ; &lt;/span&gt;restless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music ;&lt;/span&gt; some background music in the cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsession ;&lt;/span&gt; my bomber jacket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crave ;&lt;/span&gt; warm soup, but i has it :B &amp;amp; MY BED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;location ;&lt;/span&gt; albany/renesnogkjowiu, ny -&gt; train station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-8565135379917137995?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8565135379917137995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=8565135379917137995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/8565135379917137995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/8565135379917137995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-ferry-boat-train.html' title='life is a ferry boat... [ train ]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/th_04212009.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-5710478178661644823</id><published>2009-04-20T13:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:59:57.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston'/><title type='text'>don't come to my bangolow house [ BOSTON ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span stye="font-size:7;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;BOSTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;波士頓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and another friend who goes to Hartford, Alex, went to visit Alicia at Northeastern last weekend. I'm still here (till tomorrow, when I go back on the train) but Alicia's at work today so I'm just lounging around chillin' for once. I've decided I love this city. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F r i d a y 星 期 五 : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to the train station at around 10:30 AM, and departed for Boston at 11:25. I suddenly got a cold on Thursday, so I was half-deaf (my ears plug up really easily when I get sick, esp. when my nose is stuffy) with a sore throat and runny nose and very, very uncomfortable the whole way there. The seats on the train were nice and expansive though, so I alternated between sleeping and fooling around on my laptop the whole 9 hours (nine hour train ride = I hate life). I also had a nice, long conversation with 妈妈. Met Alex at the train station cuz she got there about the same time I did (8:40), and then Alicia picked us up. I looked grossssss and sick and dead, but we took pictures on the Orange Line (subway) anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia &amp;amp; me. Alicia was like, I look like I'm smoking a cig... I fail at being Asian. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We dropped our stuff off at her really nice apartment she shares with 3 other girls and then walked to Prudential, which is a really big mall-like shopping center, for dinner at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesecake Factory.&lt;/span&gt; They weren't that hungry so split two appetizers, but I had eaten one bagel all day so I got the Cajun Jambalaya Pasta, about ate it ALL, and then all of us got cheesecake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Lemon &amp;amp; Raspberry Cream cheesecake with ladyfingers. It was sooo delish. I don't like whipped cream. That's my Kawaii-Holic wallet at the right-hand corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we went back home, blew up an air mattress for me and Alex to sleep on, and then all of us went to bed at around 3 AM I think? Except for me. I take showers at night so I went in to shower, and then accidentally fell asleep when I sat down to wash my feet propped against the wall LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S a t u r d a y 星期六 : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the plan was to wake up at 9, but knowing me, I didn't get up till 10:30 which is a really big accomplishment for me anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia's living room and kitchen from the perspective of what you see when you look up from her desks in the corner. Big air mattress taking up all the space in the lower corner. Everything's so PINK. They have a pink tinsel Easter tree with ornaments by the couch hahaha. All the stuff on the couches and on the floor except for the blue suitcase is mine. Alex says I just explode stuff all over the room. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was going to be colder than it actually was, so dressed semi-normal. You can still tell I'm tired and disoriented and sick and my hair is being really weird. Despite it all, Jiro-pose! And a cup of Airborne medicine in my hand cuz I'm still sick. I did a really good job of drinking fluids and taking my meds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate breakfast then went on our way. We went soo many places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex and I on a really pretty street by Newbury. Alex 好MAN喔! 我呢... 好FOB. My Chucks started killing my feet later on in the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Massachussetts Avenue bridge, which Alicia calls the MIT Bridge cuz across it is MIT. It's so pretty on it. Alicia wanted us (read: Alex since both of them are Latina) to try this sweet rice drink at Anna's Taqueria based on the MIT campus, so we went over there and upon arriving discovered it was Admit-Day, when all the high school seniors who were admitted to MIT came to visit the school. There were a bunch of guys in really brightly patterned bras with money shoved into them when we were walking, and one of them approached us and turns out they were raising money for this camp for kids whose parents have cancer. After getting our drinks, we sat on the steps and were approached by these guys three more times, so I called one of them over and was like "hey, I'll give you money if you take a picture with us!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that pimp face. Alex, MIT boy, and me. My face was a little weird in this one (read: XDDD) so I'll spare you all. We asked him what his cup size was and he was like man I should really find out so I don't have the awkward encounters at Victoria's Secret with the sales ladies who want to measure me. We also asked where all of them got their bras from and he was like "one of the guys, his mom makes like these ghetto bras and we asked her to donate some." HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He invited us to a PBE rooftop party that night but also asked if we were pre-frosh (seniors in high school) and we were a little offended. But I think it's just what he assumed rather than how we looked. I mean, you really don't expect to see three college sophomores from all over the east coast on Admit Day, right? Another guy approached us later so I asked him to take a picture with us too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked if we wanted to touch them. Alicia = FAIL. Me (except for my face, which was once again like XDDD) = SUCCESS. He has such a look of ecstasy on his face... it's cuz I'm feeling him up nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really surprised that all the MIT boys we talked to were so outgoing and er, attractive and normal when I was to be honest expecting nerdy withdrawn people (esp the Asian guy, who Alex and Alicia were trying to convince me was cute but I don't think so... they just don't know how to judge Asians :P). We decided that MIT must have gathered all the normal males on campus and was like hey, you're gonna wear some bras and charm the high school seniors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way back across the MIT bridge we asked some people to take pictures of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look like I'm really happy to be here, don't I? I don't know what I was doing *shrug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around some more and then went on Newbury Street, which is the epitome of culture and history and art and diversity all crammed on one street. I've never seen anything like it. Boston combines contemporary and modern with history; all the buildings are old and brick and red and Stackhouse-y but sooo elegant and beautiful, and they are silhouetted with just-opening cherry blossoms. There are all sorts of shops there as you walk down, from Vera Wang and Nanette Lapore to H&amp;amp;M and American Eagle to second-hand shops to handmade jewelry and accessories to restaurants and cafes of all kinds. There are also a lot of street vendors; we passed a bunch of artists selling really morbidly creepy prints on the street and some Native Americans selling turquoise jewelry. To cap it all, there are so many people there. We passed dozens of street performers playing jazz to rock to U2 covers, and there is such a mish-mash of languages. I wanted to bust out my Mandarin, but had nobody to speak it to lol. SO MANY FOBS THERE BY THE WAY! I love it. Newbury is one of my favorite places in the U.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we went to a cupcake shop I've been wanting to go to ever since I visited their website like, a year and a half ago, called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at all those cupcakes... mmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were like, Alex, take some artsy photos on your camera with the Macro setting! My cupcake was Lemon with lemon cream filling and whipped lemon icing. I didn't know I was gonna be in the shot. I'm people-watching. I like how this turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, I look a little um, constipated. We were giggling over some stupid joke one of us told like always. Look at those gorgey buildings in the background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we just browsed around Newbury. I was itching to go shopping (even though I promised I wouldn't :\) but Alicia had reminded me before hand that Alex doesn't really like to shop (I know, BLASPHEMY!) so we should save our shopping trip for Sunday because Alex was leaving Sunday at noon. I agreed, but after I saw a row of huge vintage headphones in the mirror of Urban Outfitters I had to go in. I've been wanting a pair since forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really like these, but they were bright and colorful. I wanted the lime green ones in the background of this picture, but $80. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The row of headphones. I decided I really just wanted a pair of classic black ones with the metal frames and the bulk and all, but they didn't have any, so oh wellz. I also tried on a bunch of sunglasses here because I want an old-time Ray Charles pair, but I found out here that I don't look that great in them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny Cupcakes. If you're not from Boston, let me tell you right now, to avoid looking like a tourist, don't expect to find cupcakes here. They sell t-shirts. Apparently the brand/logo Johnny Cupcakes (cupcakes with crossbones) is so famous in Boston, it's almost like a cult. If you live in Boston, you either want or have one of these shirts. Redonkulous. If you don't believe me, check online. Their t-shirts never go below $34 unless they're on sale. The hoodies are $100. Geezus. I'll print my own knock-off version in China, shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heehee. It's for French Connection UK (also an abbrev. for Football Company UK) but I still find it amusing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only place we went shopping that day is to Zarah, a department store that is very similar to H&amp;amp;M but with slightly more sophisticated/businessy style dress (also more expensive). I found a bunch of things I liked including a high-waisted bright blue pencil skirt but decided after a while not to get it because I was probably going to go nuts when we really went shopping on Sunday anyways. This is probably the first time I've come out of a store as big as Zarah without anything, ANYTHING. Amazing. I'm proud of myself *patpat*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Alicia took us to Boston Commons, a huuuge park kind of like Central Park in New York. She mentioned something about bronze ducks, and I suddenly remembered that I had a picture with the very same bronze duckies taken when I was 3, back when we lived in Boston for 10 months. I called my dad and we had a laugh. I'll scan in the picture of baby Summer when I'm home in Denver. Anyways, we never found the duckies :( but we did find bronze frogs. I wanted pictures with them but there were these four kids climbing all over them and I wasn't gonna kick toddlers off... haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken by a group of tourists from Oklahoma. We were like, WE'RE FROM DENVER! And all of us were like YEAAAAA like the Midwesterners we are. (I really don't know if Denver's considered Midwest... not really. OH well.) There were these swan gondolas going all across the lake that I wanted to ride on but Alicia wouldn't let me :( haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she took us to Chinatown (AHHH CHINATOWN!!!). Alex and Alicia were like, "do you feel at home yet?" and I really did, even though the Chinatown in Boston is kind of small. I wanted Indian food, and we searched around, but after making it into Chinatown I was like the only food you're going to find here is Chinese food. Actually, I dont' even think it's Chinatown, I think the white people are just generalizing again cuz it was actually like Asiantown. I saw the letters P-H-O and FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. So of course we got pho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm. The broth is similar to the crack pho I get in Denver but still not as good. The portions were also smaller. But I really don't care, I got pho. Alicia got tofu &amp;amp; veggie curry (she's a vegetarian). The headphones on my shirt are the the ones I wanttttt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Chinatown we took the T back to the apartment. Hmm, I'm trying to figure out what we did next since our day was sooo long... oh yea. We went back out and took the T to the financial district where Alicia had gotten us tickets to a comedy club called Improv Asylum. The actors were hilarious there (ie. their Rollerblading improv was HILARIOUS as was their "black people like chocolate donuts" song... totally not PC) but sometimes it got a little nasty (most of the time it reverted to sex sex sex all the time). Also there was this bachelorette party there who were all SO loud and SO VULGAR. I was seriously like, STFUUUUU. There were also people with buckets (literally) of beer and pitchers and everything from the bar outside the theatre. Which is a smart strategy: get people schwasted before you tell jokes - that way everything is funny to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to another Boston-cult thing similar to Johnny Cupcakes called Mike's Pastry (they actually sell pastries there) who are famous for their canoles. The small shop was P-A-C-K-E-D. I felt claustrophobic. We'd stood in line for close to 10 minutes already before we discovered they only took cash, which none of us had; so we left :(. I wanted a canole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for the T. Alicia was like let's take some artsy subway photos! Alex and I weren't exactly ready for this picture... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Alicia. We thought Alex had set the color accent on yellow, but she didn't, so we were like take another one with the yellow color accent so you'll get the yellow strip of the caution area! So she set it, but the subway was already racing towards us. They were like "HURRY! SUMMER TAKE IT TAKE IT!" so I rushed up and tried to act nonchalant like this one with the subway coming straight at the left side of my face... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/BOSTON020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is what resulted. I look panicked and like I'm about to jump off to commit suicide on the subway tracks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we got back, we made dinner (spaghetti) and then flopped on the air mattress, trying to decide if we wanted to go to the PBE party the MIT boys had invited us to. Also, Alicia wanted us to meet her current crush, Matt (who goes to MIT), at another party, but we were all kind of tired, so we had no idea what we wanted to do. In the meantime, I introduced Alex and Alicia to the wonders of Engrish.com and we laughed so hard at some of the bad Asian translations we almost peed our pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2008/08/listen-to-mee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of them. A simple "keep out" can't get the job done these days apparently... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we had no idea where PBE even was so Alex called Alicia's friend, Americo (also an MIT-er), to find out directions, but the guy just made us confused. His directions were like "okay go right and past the tennis courts and then there's a soccer field and then bear left and the road will curve and... DINOSAUR" yea. So Alicia was like "call Matt" because around Matt she gets like a giggly idiot so I called Matt and made a fool out of myself. I told him to get out of earshot of Americo so when I re-asked the directions Americo wouldn't be insulted, and then Matt was like "where should I go?" and then I proceeded to invite ourselves to his party. LOL. But Matt was cool about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The PBE party was already closed by the time we got there at around 1. LAME. What kind of parties, especially FRAT parties, close at 1? High school dances? Our frats don't even get properly started till 12:30. Anyways, Alicia called Americo again to let us into his apartment so we could party there. There were only a few people there and all of them were Hispanic, so I felt like a token Asian. They gave us markers and told us to draw on the already-sharpie filled walls, so I went to town with my drawings and they loved it so I was kept busy for about an hour drawing all over their walls wherever they dragged me. We just kind of chilled there and talked and stuff until we left at around 2:30. Alicia was really pissed because Matt was soo drunk, but I've seen a lot worse, and it wasn't like he was puking on my shoes or anything. We walked all the way back home and then went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S u n d a y 星期天 : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex left at 11:30, and I wasn't really awake to see her go... Alicia got back at 1:30 and this time we went to Newbury Street to properly shop. No pictures yet for Sunday because Alex left with her camera and Alicia hasn't uploaded her pictures onto the internet yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We immediately went to H&amp;amp;M, which is were I wanted to go. Like always, I found SO MUCH STUFF. I ended up getting (I'll post up pictures later):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The BOMBER JACKET I've been wanting for SO LONG now. It's not leather but the sleeves are ruched and it's shiny and shrunken and sexy. Totally motorcycle chic. I'm so in love with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Black and grey zebra print leggings! YYYYYESSSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- New sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Turquoise skinny jeanz. I had a pair of black satin skinnies, but I decided since I'm kind of collecting skinnies in colors, I wanted the turquoise ones more. I did like the black satin ones though... I'll get them in Syracuse. I'm kind of perturbed because I wear a size 8 in H&amp;amp;M even though I'm actually a size 4 (I wear size 4 shirts in H&amp;amp;M too...). I feel so fat in this store &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Metallic sheened black party tank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was talking to Alicia, I suddenly turned around and saw GABE STEIN, a guy from high school I haven't seen since graduation. It was SO WEIIIIRD. To see him in Boston, in H&amp;amp;M (the guy is such a nerd, not fashionable in the least) of all places, in a random Sunday in April, was weird. I called Daren and we left her a message cuz Daren used to have a crush (?) on the kid. Alicia kept telling me to say hi because when I was trying on shades he was like, right across the aisle from me, but I did NOT because I barely knew the kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, we got Bubble Tea (EEK!) from Tealuxe. I got Pear &amp;amp; Pomegranate Black Milk Tea and Alicia got an iced chai. She wanted to sit down but the main level had only two tables and a bar, so we went downstairs to the cafe. Apparently you had to order food there to sit down, so I was like I'll eat. Our waiter had a nice British accent and kept hitting on me o_o. We both got tomato &amp;amp; garden veggie soup and split a hummus plate. The girls at the table next to us kept copying our orders. First they asked me what bubble tea was and when I said it was chewy tapioca they didn't get it (teh hellz?). Then they would see stuff we ordered and be like "we want that too". (...) After they left, I looked across the bench to a table and THERE WAS THE MIT BOY O_____O (the one we'd taken the first picture with in his pink bra, the NOT Asian one). Alicia couldn't see from where she was sitting, so I took a picture on her camera of him very, very indiscreetly and very stalker-like. But he didn't notice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around some more on Newbury and stopped to listen to a band do a cover of Paul Simon's Bridge Over Troubled Waters and the guy's voice was super nice. We visited a few jewelry stores Alicia wanted to go to, and I found a tiny golden necklace with a piggy pendant I wanted to buy for my sister. But I heard my mom's voice in my head say "这个东西在中国顶多只 要2RMB" so I put it back like a good Chinese kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked down to Dartmouth St to a Mexican place called Bar Lola to meet two of Alicia's roommate's in one of their birthday celebrations. They were nice enough to let me tag along. It was a Tapas bar, and they explained that tapas = dinner made of appetizers ( = 点心 [dimsum], Spanish style). On Sunday nights, there also is live Flamenco dancers to entertain you while you eat, and our flamenco dancer was really good! We bumped into her practicing outside the bathroom. We ordered a lot of styles of tortillas,  some prawn fritters, and lamb loin. I wasn't hungry because of our Tealuxe snack so that was just fine for me. After sneaking about 30 of the after-dinner mints at the bowl by the front desk (because they were CHOCOLATE MINTS that were delicious), we took the T back to the apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showered, then watched a Thai horror movie called The Shutter. And OMFG IT WAS SO SKURRY. It was remade into an American one last year but obviously the original is always better. I was scared out of my skull. The leading man in it looked a lot like Orlando Bloom but too bad Thai is such an ugly language! The girl in it looked kind of like if my friend Kelly and I had a baby, she'd be what it'd look like LOL. Anyways I was alone in the living room on my air mattress to sleep that night since Alex was gone, so I was so scared. My ears were still funny from the cold so I kept thinking I heard shuffling noises in the hall. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M o n d a y 星期一 : :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia has work today, so I finally got a day to lounge around and do nothing and try to fully recuperate from my cold. I mean, Boston hasn't been too cold and I've done really well on drinking my fluids and keeping up with my Chinese herbal medicine and stuff, but I've had long days and walked around a ton so I needed today. I actually got up at 11:13 though (ALL BY MYSELF!) cuz I needed to pee. I made myself spaghetti again, watched the American version of Shutter (not as good), and am now posting. Still a little sick, but I'm a lot better I think. I leave tomorrow. Definitely not looking forward to riding the train again, but at least Syracuse has nice weather! And Alicia just got home. Dinner time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oy, I'm so exhausted. This post is a beast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End o' school countdown: &lt;/span&gt;15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;China countdown: &lt;/span&gt;46 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood ; &lt;/span&gt;content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music ;&lt;/span&gt; 越来越爱 － 飞轮海&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsession ;&lt;/span&gt; newbury street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crave ;&lt;/span&gt; indian food: tandoori chicken, curry, nan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;location ;&lt;/span&gt; boston, ma -&gt; alicia's apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-5710478178661644823?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5710478178661644823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=5710478178661644823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/5710478178661644823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/5710478178661644823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-come-to-my-bangolow-house-boston.html' title='don&apos;t come to my bangolow house [ BOSTON ]'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y255/raspberrykisses07/me%20slash%20family/th_BOSTON001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265501188951904287.post-108263618981599461</id><published>2009-04-09T21:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:02:06.498-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Licious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My name is Summer Masterflex and I like food. If you want my whole profile, click on the link above where I rant a lot about myself and sound ridic arrogant. This blog is mostly for my and my mama's benefit but I definitely spent too long making this layout and everything... We're traveling to China in about a month as always, but the commies blocked LJ where I'm active, so I'm using Blogspot instead. Also, my mom wants me to blog when I travel to Taipei in the fall for my semester abroad, so this is for her, too. HI MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll probably use it for life and fashion and rants too so I can free up my LJ. I do wish though that Blogspot had user icons and moodthemes and stuff. It looks so bare :( I have an old blogspot, but it's so cluttered with my old rants and disorganized thoughts from 3 years ago that I can't even think in the mess. I didn't delete it though, so you can click on "the clicks" link and see it. Anyway, I set this new one up to start fresh. I like Fahrenheit. Can you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*thinks* Oh, I know. I went scarf-happy during online shopping a few days ago, and on top my collection of about 30 scarves, went and bought another three. I'm really excited about them X3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2n9kzgg.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Zebra-print! I don't know why but I don't have many animal-print scarves in my collection. I never used to like animal print but I think I'm warming up to them slowly (I still hate cheetah though. So tacky.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Bright plaid. I wear a lot of bright colors but most of my scarves only go with select outfits and colors, so this one basically covers the whole map :). Also, it'll be nice for summer since it's lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And of course black and white matches everything. This one is reversible (the smaller pictures shows small checkered boxes though it just looks gray from here) and I like the old-looking tassel edges on it. I've been looking for one like this ever since I saw a Nana manga drawing with her wearing a similar one XD. I have three that are KIND of like it, but they're houndstooth or just checker squares or too bulky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got a huge soft plaid shirt that reaches down to my knees and it came in the mail today and totally made my night and I'm wondering if I want to sleep in it, but I don't wanna ruin it since I tend to stretch things out when I'm unconscious &gt;&lt;. Also, I bought a faded racer-back Malibu vintage tee and a huge loose v-neck tee that accidentally looks like something Jiro has in his closet (totally unintentional I promise!) in gray that I can just wear with leggings. I'm trying to cut back on spending because I know in China and Taiwan I'm going to go nuts, but I can't help myself. This just means when I go to Boston next week I can't shop with Alicia :(. Must restrain self. Maybe just to H&amp;amp;M since I haven't been there in forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also finally got the formal acceptance letter for my study abroad in Taiwan. I've been talking to the head of admissions guy, Chris Bettera, for close to four months now and he's been reassuring me from the start that I was going to get in, but this week I suddenly started panicking "oh my god what am I gonna do if I DONT GET IN!?!?!" for no reason. I just felt like I was way too self-assured and when I get like that, things always turn out badly. So I was silently freaking out till I got the letter today at around 3:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, I was also freaking out about my reporter package this week because I could find NUH-THING to do (Syracuse is a town where high school lacrosse makes the evening news.) but I managed to somehow pull out (of my ass) a fabulous wrap about the county's transportation service for the disabled who just got their funding back, and all four newscast groups used it XD. My professor was like, "Is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; using Summer's? I'm gonna get tired of hearing your voice next Tuesday..." (when we sit down and critique the newscasts). Teehee. And I was totally wearing my big plaid shirt when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; this happened. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; it was 55 degrees and sunny today. So all in all, a very very good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. You know it's time to do laundry when you're on your period and you're wearing a thong. (I hate thongs. I have a bazillion of them and I never wear any unless... special conditions arise &gt;_&gt;). Especially a motocross one that looks like it was made out of the ref flag. (Where did I even get this one o_O).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now it's 11:42 and I still have a cold sandwich sitting there waiting for me to eat for dinner but all I want are those miso noodles I'm getting tomorrow with Kelly. :/ I wish I was going somewhere for Easter. Oh wellz, I'm gonna make myself get up and go to church this Sunday and make my baba proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End o' school countdown: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;China countdown: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;57&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x summer&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;licious&lt;/span&gt; (influenced from watching Project Runway season 5 with Blayne-licious, my favorite tanned blondie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2wp7xut.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood ;&lt;/span&gt; pleased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music ;&lt;/span&gt; come back to me - utada hikaru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsession ;&lt;/span&gt; polaroid pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crave ;&lt;/span&gt; udon miso noodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;location ;&lt;/span&gt; cuse, ny -&gt; dorm room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265501188951904287-108263618981599461?l=diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108263618981599461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265501188951904287&amp;postID=108263618981599461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/108263618981599461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265501188951904287/posts/default/108263618981599461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diizzyupthegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/licious.html' title='Licious.'/><author><name>summer fantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08208811788657769594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yga998yuUPU/S8ZXWXS2P3I/AAAAAAAAADg/RdBNgneoL3A/s1600-R/tumblr_l0dvwjJMIj1qzm9d3o1_500_larg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2n9kzgg_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
