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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3269293905555295074</id><published>2009-08-19T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:59:05.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm debating on whether I should delete my blogger, or keep it in case one day I decide to include it in my memoirs (HAHA!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3269293905555295074?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3269293905555295074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3269293905555295074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-debating-on-whether-i-should-delete.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5205553566588894233</id><published>2009-08-17T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:35:35.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/love_cakes5/th_021508011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/love_cakes5/th_philippines00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/love_cakes5/th_IMG_7581.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/love_cakes5/th_myspace7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/love_cakes5/th_041107017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/love_cakes5/th_021508009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, I thought I could only be with and marry someone who had as many syllables as my name did (possible early OCD?): Alyzzah Nicole Torres Raymundo (syllable count: 10); and who had as many letters as my name held (letter count: 27). He had to like the color blue and not make fun of me for it because it was a boy's color. He also had to like horses and plan to own and ride one with me everyday. He had to be able to know how to play an instrument because music always helps me sleep. Of course the list goes on, but I'm sure you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been roughly 6 years since I've first met him, but he continues to put a smile on my face every day. Despite my serious cases of being highly annoying, he's been learning how to deal and is dealing. He likes to make me mad out of pure satisfaction on his part, but I'm okay with that. He's helped me toughen up in this brutal society, and in turn, I've learned how to pick fights with him (that's what &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; get, haha). He's not perfect, but I love him just the way he is: loving, caring, and a down-right jerk. He protects me at all costs, and provides for me when he knows I need help. He lets me barbarically murder his bellybutton, and risks getting punched in the face when he tries to tickle me, but he knows how to calm me down when anxiety kicks my shins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Paulo Quirong Mendoza. 8 syllables, 26 letters -- already my requirements had failed. But as the years pass, and as I delve deeper into our relationship, I forget all about my OCD with these syllables and letters and I've learned to love him beyond the name. As stupid as it may sound, for people like me, it was an OCD battle well fought and I have Jeff to thank for, haha! And I was in luck, too! He loves the color blue; and he doesn't want a horse, but when we're in his car, we're riding on 198 horses; and he plays the guitar so I can knock out in seconds. So I guess everything did work out on my end! He's amazing and I could'nt have asked for anything better than this. I love you pa, thank you for &lt;B&gt;E V E R Y T H I N G&lt;/B&gt; and I mean, EVERYTHING -- you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd personally like to thank everyone who's played a significant part of our journey, particularly to all of my best friends (you know who you guys are!) and the people who've come into our lives. Thanks for supporting the growth and continuously being there for us. Most especially, thank you Lord God, for bringing us together and being the stronghold of our love for each other. Truly grateful, I am!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah -- the last part sounded like my Academy Award acceptance speech. "And the award for Best Actress in a dramatic role goes to..." -___- Haha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5205553566588894233?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5205553566588894233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5205553566588894233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-was-little-girl-i-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-683530361095909341</id><published>2009-08-06T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:02:41.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vega$$$$$$</title><content type='html'>I can't wait! October, I can legally buy booze, HAHA!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I finally finished my schedule for the Fall Quarter! So schedule is as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday - Work, work, work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday and Wednesday -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. CHS - 8:00 - 9:40 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. BIO LEC - 9:50 - 11:05 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. GEOL - 11:40 - 1:20 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. TRIG - 1:30 - 3:10 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. BIO LAB - 4:35 - 7:05 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non-stop. I want to add into a different class instead of Chicano Studies, I just took it momentarily because it was the only class open at that time, but I'll go from prospective class to class to see if I can add in. I wasn't able to get into the Physics class at Pierce because my math was non-transferable, so I guess I'll just take it at CSULA during the winter or spring quarters. At the same time, I'll be taking Chem, Bio, and Calculus. I'm so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm, payday tomorrow! Grocery shopping, and bills, hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny, I just noticed I'm blogging into blogspot and not tumblr. I think it's because I've already outdone myself for &lt;a href="http://lyzanicole.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; today, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, shower then sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-683530361095909341?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/683530361095909341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/683530361095909341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/08/vega.html' title='Vega$$$$$$'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8275054489482976895</id><published>2009-08-01T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:20:44.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy and paste.</title><content type='html'>I broke down bad, and I don't think I've cried this much in so long. Jeff was there to listen, which I'm always grateful and appreciative for, I love you. Man, this cuts me deep and I would've never expected to cry over someone this way. It's like, we were family you know? The bond we all had was like blood -- wolfpack, if you may. The fact that you've changed so much from what you used to be gives me more the reason to just give up on this whole situation, take a step back, and watch as you make and live through mistakes so that in the end, you have no one to blame but yourself. Messed up, but completely true. We protected you and kept you solid, we constantly gave without expecting anything in return but your respect for us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the changes going on in your life, I hope that down the road you'll find it in your heart to realize that we've been there from the beginning. And if you don't want us here for you now, please tell us now so that I can stop crying and calling you a brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8275054489482976895?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8275054489482976895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8275054489482976895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/08/copy-and-paste.html' title='Copy and paste.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6816826066866425279</id><published>2009-07-31T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:02:08.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="440" height="420" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://v3.tinypic.com/player.swf?file=2zegocw&amp;amp;s=3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Okay, so I don't usually blog on blogspot anymore, but I can post this up onto tumblr ): It wouldn't be viewable by any dashboard, so yeah. This was just a pilot test with video cloning on my laptop thing featuring my gay VJ flap cousin charmaine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6816826066866425279?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6816826066866425279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6816826066866425279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-okay-so-i-dont-usually-blog-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4147354237327275075</id><published>2009-07-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:06:53.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lyzanicole.tumblr.com!&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially moving now, well kinda, because Jeff's starting to post more over there, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasional updates yes.&lt;br /&gt;And they'll be more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costco muffins are huge.&lt;br /&gt;I found my volleyball shorts and found pictures of me with those thunder thighs.&lt;br /&gt;Work + overtime = $$$&lt;br /&gt;Andree's goldfish have survived over a month now.&lt;br /&gt;A/C is broken so the I won't be at home as often.&lt;br /&gt;"The Dharma Bums" is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;My car needs a wash.&lt;br /&gt;Lyzanicole.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4147354237327275075?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4147354237327275075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4147354237327275075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/lyzanicole.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6111673574395644361</id><published>2009-07-13T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:05:53.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TF and Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Andree and I came upon this yogurt shop named "Tutti Frutti" and it's right beside Shogun and across from Red Mango. YUMMY! Seriously, I prefer it way more than Menchies because it doesn't give you that whole awkward minority feeling. Menchies is located around "prominent" areas, one I know of is in North Hollywood, and it's just a street or so away from Ventura Boulevard, the other is in Topanga located in the Fallbrook center. Anyway, everytime we go in, we feel outcasted because we'd be the only people of color walking in and everyone just stares at us; thus, I can't swirl my yogurt in peace. I think that's one reason why I prefer the Tutti Frutti environment! The people are very friendly, but I feel so bad because I striked up a conversation with the lady behind the counter and I told her I used to work at Red Mango but I offically love Tutti Frutti more. She kept the conversation going but everytime she asked a question, I wouldn't answer because I was enthused and absorbed into the topping selection. It's $0.35 per ounce and I was able to get 2 big cups for $8, which would normally be the price for 2 small originals with 3 toppings at Red Mango. I want to go back! And they gave me this cool VIP card that's cuter than Red Mango's! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough about food. I failed to mention that I also bought two books to start off my summer reading. The first is &lt;i&gt;The Dharma Bums&lt;/i&gt; by Jack Kerouac, and the other is &lt;i&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/i&gt; by Audrey Niffenegger. You can just see the excitement on my face when I saw that these two books were in stock! I've been coming back every week just to check and they were both there! Stephen highly recommended &lt;i&gt;The Dharma Bums&lt;/i&gt; and he's gotten me all excited about reading it, so I'm going to start on that today. Once I'm done with those two, I want to read &lt;i&gt;The Life of Pi&lt;/i&gt; by Yann Martel, &lt;i&gt;The Road Less Traveled&lt;/i&gt; by Scott Peck (not to be confused with Robert Frost's novel), and &lt;i&gt;Their Eyes Were Watching God&lt;/i&gt; by Zora Hurston. If there are any more recommendations, please let me know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a splendid day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6111673574395644361?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6111673574395644361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6111673574395644361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/tf-and-summer-reading.html' title='TF and Summer Reading'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3891561471906556315</id><published>2009-07-10T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:05:29.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'm back to surfing!&lt;div&gt;Again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to buy the board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a rash guard, or wet suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A leash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I DON'T CARE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3891561471906556315?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3891561471906556315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3891561471906556315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-im-back-to-surfing-again-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4143365607491280320</id><published>2009-07-09T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:26:03.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My goodness, I'm so tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up falling asleep at 4 am, ugh. Later, my sister wakes me up at 7 am so that I can drop her off at school. I was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to drop her off at the Orange Line to Pierce, but stupid didn't want to tell me, so I ended up driving to Pierce, geez (we ended up laughing about it anyway, that ass, haha!). When I got home, my mom wanted to go to the laundry mat (why is it called a mat?) to do our laundry. We're really trying to conserve water, and to my surprise the laundry mat isn't that bad! I was surprised that I did about 12 piles of laundry in 3 hours; if I did it at home, it would've probably taken me the whole day, not to mention the gallons of water I'd be spending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, I just knocked out on Andree's bed and fell asleep until 3 or 4 pm. If I had a choice, I'd still be asleep but my dad woke me up to pick up my sister from the Orange Line. My little cousins Samantha and Stephanie had just arrived at our house, so consequently, we babysat. I'm still really tired, and I'm trying to disregard all texts / calls to my phone. Ugh, blame me for sleeping so late! I shouldn't have, it's lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Registration for school is on the 24th, and I still need to go to the financial aid office and the biology department. I'm transferring for sure, I just need to know where. I've set up an appointment with UCLA to discuss transfer inquiries and status, so let's see where this goes! I'm so excited, I'm such a dork for school! Ugh, why CSULA, though? Out of all the colleges I've applied to and have been granted admission to, why CSULA? It's quaint, but not a favorite, let's face it, the campus is &lt;i&gt;ugl-ay&lt;/i&gt;, enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the summer seems to be getting off on a great start! I'm so excited for all the plans, and I'm hoping everything will pull-through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4143365607491280320?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4143365607491280320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4143365607491280320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-goodness-im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-480206889646573610</id><published>2009-07-09T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:25:15.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what love means to you.</title><content type='html'>Go to 2:27, awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NT5NQBOtMEY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/NT5NQBOtMEY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;Okay sure, love doesn't happen at a certain age.&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it cute?! lmao!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-480206889646573610?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/480206889646573610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/480206889646573610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell-me-what-love-means-to-you.html' title='Tell me what love means to you.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4363196986768514055</id><published>2009-07-08T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:17:47.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a free box of tampons in the mail. I don't trust these mailed tampons. I don't even like tampons. I just like taking them out of that cartridge-like thing, and dropping it in water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4363196986768514055?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4363196986768514055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4363196986768514055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-free-box-of-tampons-in-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3722782657708235625</id><published>2009-07-07T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:18:29.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xd-bUZXxNU&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&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/6xd-bUZXxNU&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this broke my heart ):&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine losing my father or mother at such a young age, and though I can't say I know how she feels, I truly sympathize with her and cry her pain. MJ -- my dance inspiration then, and now and hopefully to my kids as well(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3722782657708235625?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3722782657708235625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3722782657708235625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously-this-broke-my-heart-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-2449431583523878816</id><published>2009-07-06T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:54:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes I feel like I'm dating my lolo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a thought. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-2449431583523878816?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2449431583523878816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2449431583523878816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-sometimes-i-feel-like-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8706412731302955573</id><published>2009-07-05T23:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:56:28.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;-Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;(Yeah, yeah, away message/tumblr/now blogspot. DEAL. WITH. IT.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8706412731302955573?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8706412731302955573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8706412731302955573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-may-not-be-her-first-her-last-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-388809209129767520</id><published>2009-07-05T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:44:08.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A seagull pooped on my head today! Gross. &lt;div&gt;I don't want to even go into more detail about it because it's nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beach again + feasting on TimTams = perfection (in essence).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Jeff ); I want to hug him and poke his bellybutton,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, the things he would hate to have me do. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyzanicole.tumblr.com"&gt;lyzanicole.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-388809209129767520?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/388809209129767520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/388809209129767520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/seagull-pooped-on-my-head-today-gross.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-2976633934707578945</id><published>2009-07-04T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:43:35.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pas besoin de lunettes noires pour te cacher personne te reconnait.&lt;div&gt;Favorite. I love her. The minute I heard it in the song, I knew it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she sang it for me (more like spoke for me), thanks, Yelle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a night. I'm pooped. Marley and Rasta are cuties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work was tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More work tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why are your boobs big, Alyzzah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genetics, Tita, genetics. Hawaiian + grandma's side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"They're like papayas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, I know, HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny, while I was watching fireworks, I realized how light is faster than sound. Go science! Poops, I'm tired. Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I am now the sole mother of Miko because Jeff's got two new babies, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to post up pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-2976633934707578945?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2976633934707578945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2976633934707578945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8298637992201862908</id><published>2009-07-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:15:06.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect day.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, haven't had one of these in awhile! I woke up LATE for work, and ended up coming in at 6:40. BUT! I was able to finish all my work early so I stayed until 12:30, or something. Came home, chilled, napped, my cousin Ashtene came by to drop off Jeff's shoes, and Jeff, Jon, my sisters, and I headed to Ventura to see my co-workers dogs. MY WEAKNESS: I LOVE DOGS, period. They're so adorable! Now I have a reason to go to Jeff's house every day (he's taking their dogs that's why)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we drove to the beach and just chilled. I wasn't in proper beach attire, no joke. But I jumped into the water anyway fully clothed (because I would, and because I'm down, duh! ;D) because Jon's board tempted me. I need to get one for myself, I haven't been on a board in so long, I forgot how good it felt! OH! And I had the chance to speak with Andro today on the phone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stress! Hakuna matata all the way, and summer's barely beginning. I hope this summer totally beats last summer because that one nearly killed me: the car accident, going to physical therapy for 3 months (the WHOLE SUMMER 0.0), summer school, and personal issues. Well, I deal, and things are shining brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from dusk to sunset, I laugh, I played, I fell, and all that good stuff. I also spent it with Jeff, too, so that's always a plus! Seriously, 5 &amp; a 1/2+ years in the making, and I never get tired of him, I learn something new about him everday, literally. Blessed and thankful! And he loves me for me, for that annoying, nagging, OCD, ADD, loser-exuding, bi***fitting, sweet, adorable (yeah, I threw those two in to be humble, LOL), multi-tasking me. I'm not that easy to handle, but he knows. How he does it? I really don't know, but he loves me and I'm pretty damn sure he loves me so much that he deals (I love you, too). Shoot, I can't even define what we have -- I just know that it's real, and I wouldn't have it any other way&lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8298637992201862908?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8298637992201862908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8298637992201862908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-day.html' title='Perfect day.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6598721646465188673</id><published>2009-07-02T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:10:51.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNir4FG9KG8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNir4FG9KG8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEAN. What an inspiration, dig?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6598721646465188673?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6598721646465188673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6598721646465188673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/07/clean.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-1400535386026695669</id><published>2009-06-29T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:58:19.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What an exhausting day! Not really, I mean, I didn't do anything &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; productive. Justin, Jon, Allyson and I went to watch "The Hangover" - hilarious, it kept me laughing the whole time, though a majority of it left me with "wtf" moments. I hate this weather, it's too hot. We were going to go to the beach but nah, next time. This weekend, Transformers at IMAX! Summer vacation keeps getting better (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the gay side, I'm going back to work tomorrow after this much acclaimed day off. Jeff and I are webcaming as I blog and his &lt;i&gt;out-of-it&lt;/i&gt; face that he makes when he's looking at car porn is the most adorable thing ever. I love him -- seriously, he knows how to deal when I'm at my worst, and he knows me well enough to know when I'm acting different and my PMS kicks in. What a magical man, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-1400535386026695669?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1400535386026695669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1400535386026695669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-exhausting-day-not-really-i-mean-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6790462140403278288</id><published>2009-06-29T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:18:06.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lover-ly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Weekend update and pictures will be uploaded later, for the mean time I am introducing my food  mini-series:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PqBUHcqaTsw&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PqBUHcqaTsw&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3OiMcKRA94&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3OiMcKRA94&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCa1WpXIFZA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCa1WpXIFZA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6790462140403278288?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6790462140403278288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6790462140403278288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/lover-ly.html' title='lover-ly.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3536171077098860677</id><published>2009-06-27T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:00:22.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounds heal in time</title><content type='html'>-- my ear pierces at least. I've only had them for two weeks and so far so good. I'm so tempted to take them off and replace them with my own studs, but I have to keep it in for 12 weeks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm the type of person who abhors medicine. I will find a way to shun it unless nature cures me first. So, I've had this raging sinus headache for about 3 days now and I finally took some Advil because the pain was kicking me down to my bones (nature wasn't on my side, boo). Consequently, I'm cured, at least I hope I am. It affects my work ethic and I want to be able to keep performing at my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another note: why is there a majority of pregnant young women? Can't they keep their legs closed or anything? At my job, we enter in the information of mothers-to-be in their 1st and 2nd trimester, and newborns. When we enter the mothers' information, we also include their birthdate which range from 1954 (geez, they're old enough for anyone to find chalk where their reproductive organs used to be!) all the way up to &lt;b&gt;1996&lt;/b&gt;. 1996, what the heck! 13 years old, right? It like little boys "doing" little girls with prepubescent bodies and no hips! What's appealing about that? Have they no dignity or shame? Awful, and I'm still part of the v-club! Along with Susana, Jeff, and Andro of course and many others I'm sure. I'm sorry little 13 year old girls, but I respect myself way too much to even go that far (also because I carry a VIP pass to a highly secretive club of cool where losing our v-card would grant me immediate suspension of such privilege. Interested? JTY.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay the guys should be coming soon, so I'll go downstairs. For the meantime, enjoy a taste of the 80s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jaQk1UJZXb"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jaQk1UJZXb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3536171077098860677?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3536171077098860677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3536171077098860677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/wounds-heal-in-time.html' title='Wounds heal in time'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3888221308123294050</id><published>2009-06-26T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:30:05.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss working at Red Mango and partying to the music in the back. House music is always chill, I didn't even know it was a genre until recently! For years I've been listening to it and I've always called it techno or trance, and I didn't even realize the slight difference! It all started when I was fixing the genres for a couple songs I had just downloaded: techno or trance. When I went back and checked the genres, I saw one "mislabeled" House. So yeah, it all started there and now I'm happy that 250+ songs are now correctly labeled. A big &lt;i&gt;wooo!&lt;/i&gt; to electronica fishes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work was a drag. I was tired but I pulled through, and I ended up sleeping for hours and woke up at 10:30 pm. Now I can't go back to sleep and I have to get up for work in a couple hours. Shoot me. Speaking of shooting, Jeff treated me out for Pho (because he loves me, yeah!) and this guy comes out wearing this plaid shirt in which he ripped off the sleeves and buttoned it down to his navel. He wasn't gay and gave us dirty looks. I wanted to kick him. Then shoot him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally watched The Proposal with my mom and my sister! Cute movie, I loved it. I just think they should've developed the characters a little more, and it would've come together perfectly. The mom in the movie was the same one who played the mom in Stepbrothers -- what a freakingly hot mom! She's old, but she's really pretty. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEEKEND'S FINALLY HERE! Work on both days, but partying at night, waddup waddup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/O_-zs_mFDF"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/O_-zs_mFDF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3888221308123294050?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3888221308123294050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3888221308123294050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-working-at-red-mango-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8295404047828913860</id><published>2009-06-25T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:37:23.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIP Michael Jackson &amp;amp; Farrah Fawcett!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8295404047828913860?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8295404047828913860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8295404047828913860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson-farrah-fawcett.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-7151084033997599882</id><published>2009-06-25T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:02:56.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Elie Wiesel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-7151084033997599882?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7151084033997599882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7151084033997599882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/opposite-of-love-isnt-hate-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6352263269805618762</id><published>2009-06-24T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:03:22.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched "The Devil Wears Prada" - what a disappointment, and I'm so happy I didn't buy the DVD. The conclusion wasn't exactly open-ended, but it wasn't as great as I thought it'd be. For poop's sake, "The Fake Proposal" on ABC Family was better (I could be biased because the ending was cute).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a throbbing headache that pangs me like the heat of a thousand suns. I don't even think pang is a verb, it's a noun. But that's not the point of the matter right now. It's words like that which extend this sasquatch-sized of a headache of mine with no means of justification. Thank you, o wonderful right parietal lobe, I hope you dance an Irish jig of happiness as you wiggle like jello in my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My throat is another problem. I'm really convinced it's strep throat, but I can't make my own diagnosis, just prognoses. People have been telling me to take prilosec and to try saline gargles -- umm, no thanks. I'd like professional help, thanks, someone who can actually prescibe me with some reflux medication or what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6352263269805618762?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6352263269805618762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6352263269805618762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-watched-devil-wears-prada-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6049338782407249172</id><published>2009-06-24T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:02:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;March 5, 2010! SAVE THE DATE!&lt;div&gt;Alice in Wonderland comes out! And I apparently don't care if you hate Tim Burton and his visions. Personally, I enjoy it and I think this one would be so much better than the one that came out years ago that casted Whoopi Goldberg as the Cheshire cat -- can you say creepy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.filmdope.com/Gallery/ActorsG/6682-24488.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Creepy. Enough said. Anyway, I'm watching the Discovery Channel and they're exploring the Titanic. I want a wind vane. Yeah, proper blog up later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06CvUjLgK5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/06CvUjLgK5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6049338782407249172?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6049338782407249172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6049338782407249172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/march-5-2010-save-date-alice-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-215390174427861237</id><published>2009-06-24T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:17:29.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend is going to be great (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I'm blogging this early. I'm not even ready for work. Speaking of which, I was off on Monday and I got called in to help Jeff finish up because this other lady called sick. My throat feels like it has strep's, and it hurts to swallow my saliva. If it prolongs, I'm getting it checked ASAP. Here goes another day at work, and tomorrow I'm off! My sister Allyson and I are going to watch &lt;i&gt;The Proposal&lt;/i&gt; with my momma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, another day at work. Kick me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday's gonna be fun, but Sunday's what I'm looking forward to! Love! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-215390174427861237?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/215390174427861237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/215390174427861237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-weekend-is-going-to-be-great-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6362190989643782876</id><published>2009-06-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:23:22.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/2hzn5gk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 927px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2hzn5gk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS FRIDAY! &lt;b&gt;TICKETS ARE NOW $20!&lt;/b&gt; And bring some extra cash for parking or something ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proceeds go to a good cause! So please come out and support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6362190989643782876?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6362190989643782876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6362190989643782876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-friday-tickets-are-now-20-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2hzn5gk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-7161772063366830410</id><published>2009-06-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:21:28.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And yet, another successful and fun day (: Unfortunately, I had to work on a Father's Day, but I was still able to get out early. 11:30 or so? I came home and my dad was suffering from a migraine and layed on his couch the whole day because it just kept getting worse and worse. Finally, towards the end of the day his throbbing headache settled down. While he was resting and lounging around, I ended up falling asleep. I couldn't believe how many blankets I topped onto myself becaue I was "cold" supposedly. I woke up to someone knocking on my door (which always pisses me off -_-) and they wouldn't tell me who they were! I just kept saying "who is it? WHO is it? WHO IS IT?!" -- wildly irritated. Turns out it was Jeff and he saw me basking in my sweaty glory, haha! He came in and I went back to bed, and he opened my windows and sprayed Febreze by my request. I love him, cutie! He left my room and I just got dressed up because we were going to Sugoi to buy his Yoshi for his car. When I came downstairs, Miko (my dog) was barking so loud at I could see this person just biking up and around our driveway. I opened the door and it was Stephen and Vaughn! I haven't seen Stephen in the longest, and he came by to visit since Sushi was leaving to Costa Rica tomorrow and he greeted my father a Happy Father's Day. Anyway, they came along with us to the mall, as well as my sisters, and we just chilled since it was so hot. We were going to go swimming at first, but mall plans got in the way. It's okay though, since they might be back tomorrow, hooray! So we went to Sugoi and then Vaughn and Stephen went to meet up with Mary and Monique since they were both getting ear pierces, and my sisters went around. We bumped into Randy, and headed to Sweet Factory to buy my dad his sour belts. Then Jeff and I just walked around and met with everyone at JCPenney and just chilled under this gazebo. Afterwards the mall was closing so we headed out to Jamba across the street because I was craving, then headed home. When we got there, Jon came by to hang out for a bit and I gave him my old usb webcam. Oh, and Miko attempted to attack Stephen. Haha! Lovely day&lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnzq96QO8zg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnzq96QO8zg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-7161772063366830410?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7161772063366830410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7161772063366830410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8939068557139615412</id><published>2009-06-21T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:10:54.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/Sj6TvWDM39I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZkLeOKS-y0o/s1600-h/read+between+the+lines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/Sj6TvWDM39I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZkLeOKS-y0o/s320/read+between+the+lines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349875848944869330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/Sj6TvJRjxTI/AAAAAAAAADs/lejpxDjTP9Q/s1600-h/pinkypromise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/Sj6TvJRjxTI/AAAAAAAAADs/lejpxDjTP9Q/s320/pinkypromise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349875845515429170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night was the probably one of the best nights I've had in awhile -- via internet. HAHA! Sushi, Andro, Jeff, and I all got into a chatroom and basically partied like it was 1999. But no, on the real, it was so nice talking to them, the people who'd be missing would be Vaughn, Stephen, Justin, and Jon, then Pogi Boyz can reunite, LOL! Oh boy, awesome. And _____ can suck on Sushi's toe, because its desperate! I can't believe she's going to be leaving to Costa Rica for a whole month and a 1/2 :( we watched her &lt;i&gt;roll&lt;/i&gt; her clothes into tiny little egg rolls that she can stuff into her bag. Whatever happens in the conference stays in the conference. So that's all I can say about that. Mhm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8939068557139615412?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8939068557139615412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8939068557139615412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-night-was-probably-one-of-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/Sj6TvWDM39I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZkLeOKS-y0o/s72-c/read+between+the+lines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-7966183723264978308</id><published>2009-06-18T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:17:08.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day, g'day</title><content type='html'>- Pho with kuya and fam&lt;div&gt;- Target errands: detergent, chlorox, softener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sleep againnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- mall time with Carmela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pierced ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- world market and disney store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- LA Buffet and seeing wonderful wonderful people: Tita Flor and Tito Rene, Jen, Jaimie, Christian, Mia (SCHMIMA!), Andrew, Himel, this new guy Jay, Monique, John, and Vaughn ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to NAHS seniors, and my alma mater, Monroe! HAHA! Monroach, wassup ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-7966183723264978308?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7966183723264978308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7966183723264978308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-day-gday.html' title='Good day, g&apos;day'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4163959858330373400</id><published>2009-06-18T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:52:16.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; width: 1px; "&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yeah, Gandhi. Say it! Say it! Homeboy brings out the real def of peaceout, woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4163959858330373400?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4163959858330373400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4163959858330373400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/weak-can-never-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8232250059309413855</id><published>2009-06-18T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:56:58.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE MY GRADES.&lt;div&gt;Bumped up my GPA super high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smartiepants, yes. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one time I'm not humble. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8232250059309413855?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8232250059309413855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8232250059309413855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-grades.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-2610516845482924601</id><published>2009-06-17T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:20:37.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congrats to NAHS seniors tomorrow (:!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff biked all the way to my house today! I almost didn't believe my dad when he said that Jeff was on his bike and coming up our drive way. I love him! Seriously, 6 years in November and we've got eternity. Neither of us would've gone this far if we didn't sacrifice a little, cry a little, scream a little, and what not; neither of us would've stayed this way if we didn't have a God who brought us together (: AND JUST TO THINK! After having such a bad, bad relationship before Jeff, I WAS AFRAID of such a commitment. But I left it up to Him, and it's been such a wonderful journey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I've learned is that, you've gotta toughen up with life to carry yourself strong. You're not "half" a person and no one out there can fill that void and make you "whole." It's what you decide for yourself, and how you grow from your life, your faith, and your experiences - ideally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT 2/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FORGOT TO MENTION! But I have a giant picture of James Dean on my wall ;] AND Marlon Brando, LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-2610516845482924601?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2610516845482924601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2610516845482924601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/congrats-to-nahs-seniors-tomorrow-jeff.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-1862776121330260223</id><published>2009-06-14T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:42:43.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAKERS!!! 2009 NBA CHAMPS SUCKA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suck on that monkeyyyys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-1862776121330260223?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1862776121330260223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1862776121330260223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/lakers-2009-nba-champs-sucka-suck-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3032625783767665394</id><published>2009-06-11T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:35:16.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAKERS! WOOOO!!! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid Pietrus. Did you see how he hit Gasol?! I'd drop kick his face (Pietrus') if I was there ... also if I was 20 feet tall. Yeah -_- I think his face, by far, pisses me off. So does Rashard Lewis and his &lt;i&gt;pube-of-a-thing&lt;/i&gt; growing on his chin. And Dwight Howard's tiny ass ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hands down to Fisher though. If it weren't for his 3, I don't think the Lakers would've been able to take the lead and keep it there. 3-1 baby! What I'm guessing is that Magic might win the next game, and Lakers will take it back to LA for the win. In the case of that happening, I don't care how much I'll have to spend just to watch the game (: I accidentally hit my cousin's face while screaming during OT -_- Freaking priceless, sorry ;) I just realized that I always end up hitting someone/thing when I get too excited. Like that one time I was excited about playing the Wii for the first time that when we played the tennis game on Wii Sports, I hit my cousin's face; and when we did the jogging marathon on Wii Fit, I jogged into the TV because it was getting so intense. &lt;b&gt;I'M FULL OF FAIL&lt;/b&gt;, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, work again. Working from 6 AM - 2:30 PM is so overwhelming. I can't even keep my room clean. I don't even have time to do laundry or help around the house! I guess now that school's finally over, I can keep up with what I have to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta pee. I've been holding it for awhile though. I might develop a UTI! I'm goin to pee now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3032625783767665394?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3032625783767665394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3032625783767665394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/lakers-woooo-stupid-pietrus.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5775398588428170067</id><published>2009-06-04T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:04:03.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITED.</title><content type='html'>So, my parents and I talked about my whole Nursing thing, and it turns out that I won't be pursuing it anymore. Simply because it's not what I wanted to do, and I didn't have that same passion for the field as I thought I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY. No lie. I'm changing my major to Microbiology because I'm a super nerd for it and I love the class. I then plan on graduating with a BSM and move on to be a clinical laboratory scientist. Then I'm heading to graduate school for Pharmacy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought Nursing was going to be the careerpath for me, I was set on it and its what I wanted to pursue at the time. But I now know where my heart truly lies, and I've never felt so happy and so free in the longest time. Granted I hate math, but I can manage conversions and dilutions if I set my mind to it! I'm just so --- ajksldf;aks you don't even know. Don't get me wrong, nursing is a great career! I didn't want to be a nurse-nurse, I wanted to become a nurse practitioner, so I can prescribe medication and do assessments. Unfortunately, I had to take nursing prior. CLSs make just as much as nurses do during the onset, which is a good thing. The only difference is that I'm actually interested in Micro! So yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I hope everyone continues to support me and my goal. I know so many of you have prayed for me to get into Nursing school, and although I have, I hope you all continue to pray for me and this career. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5775398588428170067?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5775398588428170067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5775398588428170067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/excited.html' title='EXCITED.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5501736256254082453</id><published>2009-05-23T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:01:44.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAKER GAME TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;yeti status, yay day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5501736256254082453?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5501736256254082453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5501736256254082453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/laker-game-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4362351169437433620</id><published>2009-05-17T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:16:38.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self-deprecation, everyone does it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To my dismay, I fell asleep last night (more like this morning) only to wake up and find out that I had not gotten much sleep at all. Usually, it’s not within my proclivity to pull-off this said “all-nighter” and yet, my reasons for doing so........ (continued &lt;a href="http://lyzanicole.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4362351169437433620?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4362351169437433620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4362351169437433620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/self-deprecation-everyone-does-it.html' title='self-deprecation, everyone does it.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8216371587867049824</id><published>2009-05-14T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:24:55.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I'll be blogging on Blogger as much anymore! I read Andro's recent blog, and it opened my eyes to tumblr. It's so convenient! I'm not abandoning this completely, I'm just going to be updating people more often on tumblr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyzanicole.tumblr.com"&gt;lyzanicole.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8216371587867049824?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8216371587867049824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8216371587867049824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-think-ill-be-blogging-on-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4803612540799423182</id><published>2009-05-13T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:09:57.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/SguvS_JonFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TXGvVz-lH20/s1600-h/vforvendetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335550924274834514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/SguvS_JonFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TXGvVz-lH20/s320/vforvendetta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AHAHA! I finally got my new laptop! Karyll's dumb &amp;amp; I love Trader Joe's and their blue potato chips! We even bought the yummy Mintz Blintzes, delicious! Now I'm craving a spicy lentil wrap! T'was an interesting day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit Jeff at his house today to see how his ankle was progressing. He's a soldier alright! His ankle is still swollen but he still walks around on it! The plus side is that he's doing much better, so hopefully it heals up completely by the time his next game comes up. I get so worried about him because he's just as prone to accidents as I am (though I'm the more stubborn one). I'm just always looking out for him, and when he's hurt, it hurts me too ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be going to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;I should actually be going to sleep now so I can have 6 hours of blissful sleep. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/SguvK3hEK0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AKx3A9zh4ag/s1600-h/vforvendetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4803612540799423182?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4803612540799423182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4803612540799423182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahaha-i-finally-got-my-new-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/SguvS_JonFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TXGvVz-lH20/s72-c/vforvendetta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4172182961969834914</id><published>2009-05-11T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:34:10.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeff &amp;amp; his team lost their basketball game today, but to me he's always going to be the winner. Speaking of Jeff, lately I've been looking at him through some different kind of light. Like, each and every time I see him, I get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; feeling -- that feel good, &amp;amp; embracing feeling. I don't know, I'm just loving him more each day, I can't even begin to describe it! He's amazing, and I love him through thick and thin. I know I'm being cheesy, you don't have to point out the obvious, but I'm going head over heels for him. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kilig&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; moment, seriously! He should know&lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adtHEL7-zcM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/adtHEL7-zcM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sprained his ankle before this, but he's a warrior alright. He always pulls through&lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4172182961969834914?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4172182961969834914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4172182961969834914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/jeff-his-team-lost-their-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6946152581502356091</id><published>2009-05-11T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:50:41.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5/10/09 -- one of the most memorable days of 2009, no joke! I won't go into detail, but everything that happened yesterday was blissfully amazing, I can't even stress that! I hope you all had a great day spending time with your loved ones as well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff made me lunch yesterday! It was the best ever! I'm usually the one trying to whip up something for him in the kitchen whenever he comes over, but this time he made food! Soup, chicken, palabok, &amp;amp; langka! Yummy! I learned something new about him by the way. He doesn't like mixing his food together, unlike me. I can mix the soup from the langka and the soup from the noodles he made, and eat the chicken and palabok altogether; but he hates mixing them and doesn't like using the same spoon. I was taking these little notes in my head just to be mindful of next time ;). It's funny because we've known each other for so long, but I never stop learning things about him. Just when I thought I've got him all figured out, he just surprises me with everything I learn about him everyday. I love him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6946152581502356091?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6946152581502356091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6946152581502356091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/51009-one-of-most-memorable-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8817746033654742280</id><published>2009-05-10T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:20:05.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a couple updates for all of you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My laptop completely died on me. Literally. It's not even useful anymore, and I don't know why I still keep it in my room. It wouldn't charge or anything; but I guess it's time for it to go (what a eulogy). I've had it for more than 2 years ago &amp;amp; to be quite honest, I never really took care of it. I've actually dropped it a couple times, even while it was in it's case. On the bright side, I'm getting a new one. I bought another one just a couple days ago online, &amp;amp; I should be getting it soon. I had NO idea that Sears sold laptops, haha! My mom let me borrow her card to buy the computer. So for the meantime, I'm going to make the monthly payments for her card until I've paid off my laptop. I'm so happy because I get an updated one! With a webcam &amp;amp; everything (you have no idea how exciting this is! :D)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's Mama's Day today (: My sisters and I got tired of giving her candles and aromatherapy products (which she's obsessed with) so we went to Seafood City &amp;amp; bought her some filipino magazines, &amp;amp; a concert DVD of this singer Sarah Geronimo (or something?). When she opened her present, she was actually screaming. LOL! It was the cutest thing ever! I love my mommy&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm quitting Red Mango :( It seriously saddens me because I'm definitely going to miss all the people there that I've worked with for so long! I have moved on to find better opportunities and I really couldn't rely on staying with that company to keep paying my bills. It wasn't even enough for me to pay my bills! I'm really going to miss Sundays with Mayte! But since I get Sundays off at my new work, I'm going to be visiting regularly! I can't rely on weekly tips anymore, but at least I'm getting paid more at my new job. (: I'm going to be working with a lot of older people though, so that's something new. More maturity I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. CSULA hasn't sent me a rejection letter from the School of Nursing (SON) so I'm guessing that means I either a) got in, or b) got waitlisted. One of those. But I really hope and pray it's A though. It would seriously save me a lot of money and I wouldn't have to take out thousands of dollars worth of student loans. I just have to keep my faith up &amp;amp; Trust God. I got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;I have to give my sister her laptop back.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Mother's day everyone (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8817746033654742280?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8817746033654742280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8817746033654742280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-couple-updates-for-all-of-you-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5208798299096252291</id><published>2009-05-06T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:31:09.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had my interview at Quest today, &amp;amp; I got the job! I still need to do a drug test &amp;amp; have my background check done. After that, I start working! Data entry, yay! Pay starts off at $11.50, but my boss said that HR is going to determine it for me once I start working. Either way though, I'm making $2.10 more than Red Mango, hello! Plus! I get about 32 hours a week plus overtime! Yippee, I'm so excited! I'm even more excited that my debt gets to go down (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;)! Thank you Lord! What a way to start this day! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And I've gotten chapters 7-13 done for my NTRS 323 study guide, all that's left are chapters 14-16, but I don't think I'll start on that until after I get back from work. I'm going to be pooped that's for sure, but I have Thursday &amp;amp; Friday off to just catch up on a lot of school work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is going to be a pretty spectacular week. It's also Mother's Day this Sunday! I still don't know what to get my mom. Allyson's probably going to paint her something, but Andree &amp;amp; I are clueless at this point. I was also supposed to go to San Diego with Jeff's family this Sunday, but I forgot that this Sunday we're also celebrating my Grandpa's death anniversary and birthday. So, unfortunately I can't pull through, but it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this weather is pissing me off, I hate hot weather. I'd rather wake up in sheets and sheets of blankets. PLUS! I love dressing up more than I do down. I like layering everything and keeping warm. Blahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Jeffrey Paulo Mendoza&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for me to go to work now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5208798299096252291?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5208798299096252291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5208798299096252291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-had-my-interview-at-quest-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-9133411649887347366</id><published>2009-05-05T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:19:16.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty interesting day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff woke me up at around 5:15, or sometime around that, but I didn't fully wake up until about an hour later. I still got to school on time though, so that's great. Philosophy was a bag of yay today since the topics discussed in class were actually topics I know a great deal of. We just turned in our mid-terms, and our final is probably going to be a take home essay as well. Geography was lame today! I got to class way early so I decided to gun it to the bathroom since I hate leaving class during lecture because I hate missing the material. Turns out my professor came in to the bathroom just as I had arrived and I had to carry on a pretty awkward conversation about the class. I told her I was taking geography for fun, but I wish I would have sucked up more -- I mean, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;, what a perfect opportunity! But I didn't. BLAH, I wish haha! She already loves my handwriting anyway; she likes writing notes on the assignments I turn in like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" P.S. I love your handwriting!" or "Your handwriting is so beautiful!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay, me! Anyway, we had to work on these 7 1/2 minute maps and find latitude &amp;amp; longitude using minutes and seconds (not time wise, but length wise or something like that) and my friend and I found a location in Sonoma, CA called "Timber Cove" &amp;amp; at that moment until now, we're still laughing about it. I guess it's one of those moments where you really have to be there to understand where we're coming from, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mmm, I also have a job interview tomorrow with Quest for data entry. I really do hope I get the job since I desperately need to pay my bills. I love Red Mango deeply, I just don't get enough hours to actually pay off my bills. Additionally, my pay isn't sufficient enough to pay off the remaining balances I have on my cards. Hopefully everything works out real well for me tomorrow. I have a walking date with Jeff, an interview at 10 A.M., work from 1:00-5:30, and a Nutrition study guide to finish. I can do it, nothing's impossible with Him by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH! So my family and I had an outting today and they decided to walk up the Woodley hill  between Lassen &amp;amp; Plummer. First of all, the walk was totally uncalled for. I was wearing flats, Allyson wore slippers, Andree wore Vans, &amp;amp; my mom wore these slip-on shoe things. The only one dressed appropriately for this excursion was my dad, &amp;amp; somehow I feel like he plotted this against all of us, haha! My feet are exhausted, they almost feel like they're burning -- oh boy. We walked around the whole VA hospital; so even if we did reach the top of the hill, we still had to walk around the whole block. Ugh, it wasn't that bad, I just wish I had better shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;++++! While Allyson &amp;amp; I were walking up the hill, we noticed all these gopher holes. After looking at them for awhile, Allyson looks at me and says "Come to think of it, I've never even seen a gopher before." Then right when she turned her head toward the hole, I just heard her scream and I found her running to me and saying "Oh sh!!!!t, a gopher!" LMAO. Highlight of my night. HAHA! (I just realized that my blogs are becoming very lengthy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, Jeff makes me feel special, seriously (: Things have really been taking its course, &amp;amp; all the things we "let be" are gradually falling into place. He makes me happier each time &amp;amp; I know that I have God to thank for everything I feel, even for blessing me with him. Ahh, I'm having butterflies just thinking about it! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How cheesy!&lt;/span&gt; I don't care, I'm happy with him, with life, with my family, everything. I can't wait to see him tomorrow &amp;amp; his dinosaur breath, haha! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-9133411649887347366?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/9133411649887347366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/9133411649887347366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-pretty-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-168518959209163103</id><published>2009-05-05T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:43:35.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it goes like this: I planned this past weekend perfectly enough in order for me to squeeze in having to finish my study guides for Geography 160 &amp;amp; Nutrition 317, and to finish my Philosophy paper about Midgley &amp;amp; Moral Isolationism - but guess what? I didn't. Instead, I procastinated until this very day to finish everything. Granted, I finished my Philosophy paper before I started work, but I didn't finish my study guides. But you know what? It's okay! I don't even take the test until next week, I just like being ahead (Philosophy being an exception). No lesson learned, quite honestly. I'm going to do it again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend has been amazing! I've completed yet another 5 days of work in a row! Thank you Lord for all the strength and perseverance! I'm ready for this new week, and so far it's been smooth. I really shouldn't be blogging though, I should be sleeping. I'm going to be a major crabby patty when I wake up tomorrow, but whatever. Jeff's waking me up &amp;amp; nothing beats his dinosaur voice in the morning&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him and appreciate him for everything that he is. I have a lot of respect for him and I'm thankful that he's been supporting me the whole way through. We've really had our shares of ups and downs, but we've been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; 5 years running, &amp;amp; the last thing I would ever want to bring into his life is drama (which we've happily avoided). Though he can be a super jerk, I still love him; but I love him even more when he's not one either (haha!). He knows how to keep me calm, and he knows that I don't like eating the pancakes half the time when we have breakfast at Denny's. He knows that when we're at Pho or at Krua, he can go to the bathroom rest assured that I've already taken his order (if the waiter's not being a douche). I love being myself around him &amp;amp; how I can totally have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt; conversations with him. I love how he hates it when I wear make up (except eyeliner) because it's a turn off. I love how he sits in the driver's seat but finds his way to put his hand in mine, even while he's shifting! I love how he feels like he's the king when he's over and I shower him with food and basic amenities haha. I love how he makes that sour looking face when I put my fingers in between my toes when I massage his feet after a long day at work; it's so adorable! I love how he loves me despite all the things I can't give or offer, and I love him for his acceptance. Thank you, Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night kiddos&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-168518959209163103?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/168518959209163103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/168518959209163103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-it-goes-like-this-i-planned-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3094099719845450726</id><published>2009-05-02T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:39:41.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello jello (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was such a tiring day at work! I clocked in at 10:30 and left at 4:30, all because we had our promotion over the new flavor "Tangomonium." Personally, it's not my favorite, I still prefer the pomegranate, and it also tastes like frozen cactus cooler. It's not outrageously bad, it's just not what I expected. And when we mix the packet with the yogurt, it looks like pee (just a random note). But yeah, I'm dead tired. This day at work was so much better than the past 2 days, I'll say that for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I came home to find my dad trying to order the Pacquiao-Hatton match because he was deciding between ordering either HD or plain in-demand. And we argued for a little bit about the quality, haha! I love my dad. Anyway, I ordered it &amp;amp; it costs us $59.99 -- WORTH IT, as always. I'll get into great detail about that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff and I ate our dinner &amp;amp; headed to the mall. We saw Randy walking by, &amp;amp; said hello. Then we went to Foot Locker to buy Jeff's limited play-off limited edition LeBron's. Afterwards we ate at Pho then drove around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally came home &amp;amp; Jeff left to watch the Pacquiao fight at his house. Unfortunately for him, Pacquiao won during the 2nd round with a killer left hook for Hatton (&amp;amp; this was while Jeff was driving home, haha!)! Straight to the face! What's sad about it is that Hatton just laid there motionless. I'm thinking something happened to his neck or his jaw since it looked like as if it became detached in slow motion. But I guess he's okay now. I still celebrated nonetheless! I don't feel bad for doing so, though. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How coldhearted&lt;/span&gt;. But boxing is boxing, it's kind of like hitting your new 48" plasma with a Wii remote, you know? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a lame analogy, but I had to use it&lt;/span&gt;. But that's the game. Kind of like today with basketball, too! Celtics vs. Bulls -- I was truly saddened. I really don't care much for the Celtics, but I really wanted the Bulls to win. Game 7, &amp;amp; the Bulls gave it their all -- overall, I would call them the winners. I wanted to cry because you can see how bad they wanted it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course I would get emotional over the 2009 Playoffs&lt;/span&gt;. I always do. I even get emotional over the "Where Will Amazing Happen This Year?" commercials! I love the game. I love it, love it, love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yeah. My night thus far. &amp;amp; I'm upset because I finished my bottled water ;( Speaking of water, I haven't drunk soda for the past month. Until today. EW. Did you know that when you drink one can of soda, you're basically depleting one glass of water, so instead of 8 glasses of water, you would need 9, &amp;amp; so forth. My Nutrition class makes me crazy, but I love it. I feel so bad about what I eat now! But it's okay, I need to watch what I eat anyway. Good night all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a stab at Tangomonium! Err, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frozen Cactus Cooler&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3094099719845450726?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3094099719845450726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3094099719845450726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-jello-today-was-such-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5965693748793773927</id><published>2009-05-01T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:09:33.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I just lived through two of the worst days of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the people who listened to me vent, &amp;amp; thanks to the people that took their time. I truly appreciate it. Thank you for being patient with me, &amp;amp; thank you dearly for your concern. I needed it severely, &amp;amp; I'm so happy to release that stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Postsecret is finally going to be up soon. I find it very fortunate for myself that I can read two different versions, with each having completely different secrets! Postsecret U.S. &amp;amp; France&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world, here's to a very hopeful &amp;amp; happy Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5965693748793773927?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5965693748793773927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5965693748793773927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-i-just-lived-through-two-of-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-7307720110285267894</id><published>2009-05-01T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:53:24.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 out of 5 days of work completed, thus far. Today well be day 2, in which I'll have to come in at 1. Ugh, not fun. On another note, we're launching our new flavor - "Tangomonium" - which is suppose to have a light, fruity, and citrus-y flavor. According to our website, it's supposed to "make you smile and take you to your happy place. It brings up blissful memories of spring and summers past." I know, right? I don't even have to explain it; decipher it yourself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, school was alright yesterday. I really need to get started on my Philosophy mid-term paper. I also have mid-term 2 for Nutrition and a mid-term for Geography - both, unfortunately, being this Thursday. Whatever, I love the stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother's day is next Sunday as well. I took it off because I really wanted to spend time with my family. I missed Easter with them, and I felt horrible for it. Also, we're celebrating my Grandpa's death anniversary and birthday on that day, too. I miss him heaps. I think he had more patience with me than my own dad, and most of the people I know. He disciplined me without ever having to scream at me. I really don't know how he did it, but he did, &amp;amp; I respect him for all that and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm going to stop this before I get super emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day everyone. Here's to another day at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-7307720110285267894?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7307720110285267894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7307720110285267894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-out-of-5-days-of-work-completed-thus.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-1350251000159124194</id><published>2009-04-30T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:50:44.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep deprived, again?</title><content type='html'>The blame is mainly on me, though (The, first, sentence, made, me, recall, why, I, hate, the, english, language; so much: and, their, over-abundance, and usage, of, ,,,,;;;:::: - how irritating). As much as I try to sleep early, (&lt;-- there it is again!) I end up dozing off at 1, 2, albeit 3 AM. Okay, this paragraph is making me mad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was great! I was able to see Jeff play basketball with his league during one of their games last night, and they WON! I was really ecstatic because when he played during the Shepherd of the Hills league they lost each game. Jon, my cousin AJ, Vaughn, &amp;amp; Kuya Ryan were there last night, too &amp;amp; I just immersed myself into good company which is always good than whatever the latter would be (whatever it would be, that is, I don't know yet). But yeah, we supported him and I saw my cousin's tat. I want one! I've been wanting one, everyone knows that! I just don't know where. I jokingly said that I'd get a tattoo of my face on my back, but that'd be too creepy. And yeah right! As if I'd actually do that! Then Vaughn said I should get my face tattooed on the back of my head, and have it grow eyebrows, and facial hair LOL! I pictured it for a bit, but that'd scare the crap out of me if I were to see a posterior reflection of myself anywhere, haha! Oh! And speaking of the basketball game, my cousin AJ and Jon were playing around with the free courts and this filipino referee was being a lame-o supreme-o and told them in a condescending way, "YOU CAN SHOOT THE BALL AND PLAY BASKETBALL JUST DON'T DRIBBLE THE BALL!" STUPID. Slap yo face referee, they still played anyway, rebels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start my Philosophy midterm paper soon, omg. I just realized that I'm going to work 5-days in a row again. God, help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-1350251000159124194?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1350251000159124194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1350251000159124194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep-deprived-again.html' title='Sleep deprived, again?'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8481956732281656482</id><published>2009-04-28T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:27:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;caught up on sleep today. I napped for a good 5-6 hours after I came home from school only to find that I still have a lot of homework to finish, ugh. Oh well, I'll get started with that as soon as I finish blogging.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, so the swine flu seems to be stabilized in Mexico City, which is good news, I just fear about its future virulence and how it will come to mutate into a stronger one. I guess my philosophy in thinking that would be tied in with the excessive use of antibacterial. If you use antibacterial on a minute by minute basis (or in some sort of relative usage) with everything, you'd be killing the normal microbiota on your skin, most of which do fight against germs and infection. So basically, having an abundance of antibacterial with excessive usage would make you more susceptible to disease. And knowing that the swine flu viral strain does originate in animals, it can mutate in humans to affix themselves in a different "environment." Kind of like how HIV/AIDS mutate and vary in human cells from one human to another. But at this rate, only God would know the transmission rate. Just be safe you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, yeah, nerd alert. News junkie&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8481956732281656482?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8481956732281656482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8481956732281656482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-finally-caught-up-on-sleep-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-1651291393084661850</id><published>2009-04-28T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:22:23.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lakers won tonight, yes! Cavs won on Sunday, double yes! In the end, I seriously want them to go against each other. No joke, keep some meds around because I'm going to have high BP foreal!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, after 5 days of non-stop work, I'm done. I'm off for the next 2 days but I'm loaded with heaps of homework and stress all over again, I wouldn't even know where to begin. I need to find a temp job to help me pay off the rest of the debt on my cards because my hours at work just got cut &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. I worked 21 hours last week, 21 hours this week, but 13 hours next week? Sigh. Nothing is impossible through HIM, so I'm keeping my faith in this and in Him -- I can't rely on my own strength, really, when His surpasses the energy of a billion suns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, I've taken a liking to reviewing certain restaurants I've been to on Yelp. It also gives me a great excuse to eat somewhere, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-1651291393084661850?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1651291393084661850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1651291393084661850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/lakers-won-tonight-yes-cavs-won-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-7768567300428890629</id><published>2009-04-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:07:17.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ love, save the empty ]</title><content type='html'>What a tiring day. What a tiring week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad it's the start of a new week so I can forget the stress I've had to deal with these past couple of days. I worked 4 days in a row at work, with just 1 more day to go (tomorrow night) then I'm off on Tuesday and Wednesday. Hello, rest. I've barely been getting any of that too! The only time I actually got to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rest-rest&lt;/span&gt; was on Saturday night with Jeff, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got into the direct Nursing program at MSMC (: I'm so happy! Especially with the stress and anxiety of actually having to wait for the acceptance letter! Not to mention how hard it is these days to actually be guaranteed a spot in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; college. I'm still waiting on my letter from CSULA though. I'll gladly choose that over MSMC since I wouldn't have to take out massive student loans. But yeah dinner + dessert + movie soon! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I'm thinking about actually deleting my AIM screen name, and I'll solely rely on e-mail and texting. Funny thing is that my screen name shows that I'm on, but in reality, I'm NEVER on. AIM has become so obsolete to me, it's literally a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing-of-the-past&lt;/span&gt; because I never use it. But I don't know, we'll see. I update my away messages more than I actually talk to anyone, fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to get back to my nutrition project + study guide.&lt;br /&gt;What a killer, &amp;amp; I'm waking up early tomorrow too! Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-7768567300428890629?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7768567300428890629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7768567300428890629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-save-empty.html' title='[ love, save the empty ]'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8393315154967727460</id><published>2009-04-24T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:49:36.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, I just came back from work and I'm beat and what do I do? I blog. I slipped on some degreaser on the floor and now my ankle hurts like a mother. And I'm working 5 days in a row! So that's 1 out of 5 done for the week. Oh well, more hours = more money = more problems. It's a cycle of life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this blog is boring but my eyes are seriously closed as I type this last sentence. I'm sleep blogging, what a feat. Anyway, I'm going to get back to icing my ankle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8393315154967727460?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8393315154967727460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8393315154967727460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh-i-just-came-back-from-work-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5368390173802052450</id><published>2009-04-20T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:14:12.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so you know how I said that we got a new dog? Yeah, I&amp;#39;m starting to question its sexuality. So, now I have 2 german shepherds and they&amp;#39;re both guys, male, men, whatever you wanna call it. So, we finally let them both meet today and it went fine at first -- that was, until, I saw Monty (the old one) try to hump Fritz. Now, I wouldn&amp;#39;t know how I&amp;#39;d go about trying to think about this situation sanely, but I&amp;#39;ve never seen or heard of a homosexual dog. Yeah. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5368390173802052450?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5368390173802052450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5368390173802052450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-so-you-know-how-i-said-that-we-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3654324184515303436</id><published>2009-04-20T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:06:38.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why is it</title><content type='html'>SO HOT?! Lame x 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go swimming :) I just might when the sun goes down because I don't want to get dark, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3654324184515303436?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3654324184515303436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3654324184515303436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-it.html' title='why is it'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-1796005850617598306</id><published>2009-04-20T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:22:03.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theckthee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2Ip1zENsU8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/P2Ip1zENsU8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was feeling it, no doubt haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, my sister Allyson and I were bored today so we made macaroni and cheese from scratch, pasta with cream of chicken, and chocolate-dipped strawberries. YUMMY! If I had school tomorrow, I would've packed all of that for my lunch/baon, but I don't. Lame.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate warm weather. Spring &amp;amp; summer aren't my favorites, they hate me as I to them. On the bright side of it though, I love how the weather settles as the sun goes down. Jeff and I walked around the neighborhood today just to catch some fresh air and to enjoy it breezing through our arm pits, haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to the observatory! Mayte told me how she went this past week and was able to see Saturn and its rings! Not as a picture slide, but the actual planet! I want to do that during my lifetime too! Oh! And she got to see one of Saturn's moons too! I think it was Titan, or Telesto, one of those, but how awesome is that?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; we got a new dog! His name is Fritz, and he's a young German Shepherd. My dog Miko's sooo dumb though -_- He's as big as a throw pillow and today, he attempted to beat up Fritz. Now he's in the garage because he's on time out. I tried letting him go, but he just went back and tried to take down a dog 5x bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SHOULD be sleeping right now. In fact, I'd like to be sleeping way earlier instead of having to blog during the wee hours of the morning. Either sleeping or at LAX watching the planes take off! I miss those days! Speaking of planes, it reminds me of traveling. I was telling my coworkers at work today about Hawai'i because we started talking about stupid tourists, lol. Then when I told them stories about where my mom's mom and family was from, it really started to make me miss it. I seriously took advantage of everything it had to offer me, and I loved every single minute of it. I miss my family, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know what I have to do&lt;/span&gt; if I want to go back this summer (right love?). I loved going into Hilo Hatties or the ABC store and getting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lei&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; everytime, even though they saw me on a weekly basis! Ah, soon!&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay! Sleep :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-1796005850617598306?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1796005850617598306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1796005850617598306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/theckthee.html' title='Theckthee.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-2146301542998191266</id><published>2009-04-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:28:44.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laundry limbo</title><content type='html'>urban dictionary definition: intentionally rewashing clothing simply because you don't feel like putting it away. (I do that too much, like today, for example)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! I took the WPE (Writing Proficiency Exam) at school today and I had to write about my culture and what their important aspects are if and when an alien would so happen to ask me. Yes, an alien -- you read it correctly. I don't know how well I did on it, I don't even remember what I wrote. I just wanted to get it over with! The prompt definitely wasn't the cheese to my burger, but at least it's over with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got to see the STI today! It's so roomy, I love it, but then I also love the feel and comfort of the SI -- I guess they've all got their perks. OH! And playoffs have already started! Well, yesterday I think, but so far the teams that I wanted to win during their 1st games won! Bulls beat the Celtics by 2, Cavs beat the Pistons by 18, and the Mavericks beat the Spurs. Seriously, booo Celtics, I don't dig KG (during the playoffs) sorry, haha. I want the Cavs to take on the Lakers in the end, and I don't want the Spurs to make it all the way to the Finals -_- Blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; I spent time with Jeff today, wonderful as usual! I massaged his feet and enjoyed watching him squirm LOL best ever, no doubt. We're going to wash our cars tomorrow together and watch Star Wars Episode 1! Finally, he's going to explain EVERYTHING to me. I love him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-2146301542998191266?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2146301542998191266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2146301542998191266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/laundry-limbo.html' title='laundry limbo'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6612830151047557205</id><published>2009-04-17T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:51:57.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your mouth runs faster than a refrigerator.</title><content type='html'>Ughhh, I have to wake up early tomorrow to take my WPE at CSULA tomorrow. I really don't mind though, but the fact that I have to wake up early on a day I should really be sleeping in for just isn't my cup of tea. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was chill. I woke up, attempted to lighten my hair and failed, went to work, chilled at home for a bit, ate dinner with Jeff, &amp;amp; watched The Fast &amp;amp; The Furious (1). Speaking of Jeff -- he's great, y'know? He's not the nicest person in the world, but he's not the worst either. He's in your face but doesn't mess with me because I'm a "chola" ROFL. He keeps up with me and tries his hardest to leave this smile on my face. He means as much to me as a pirate has his eye patch and parrot. He makes me a junky for his IMs, text messages, &amp;amp; random "I love you" calls. He's weird half the time, but at least he's real. If he were a cigarette, I'd smoke twenty packs of him a day and welcome each eventual tumor (but he's not, thank God). Sometimes he's disagreeable, sometimes he's a jerk, sometimes he's one of the most unpleasant people I'd ever known but I love him. Real talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6612830151047557205?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6612830151047557205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6612830151047557205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-mouth-runs-faster-than.html' title='your mouth runs faster than a refrigerator.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-1152194774575024690</id><published>2009-04-17T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:00:54.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whattt whatt!</title><content type='html'>Work wasn't that bad today! Thanks for all the visits you guys (Jarren, Danny, &amp;amp; Jason!), it seriously kept me up because I was about to drop dead foreal. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was talking to a couple friends today about "friends you can keep" and I guess I just realized there's not that many for me. I definitely have billions of acquaintances, but if you want to get personal, there's seriously only a handful +/- 1 that I've definitely kept that connection with. People who've known me inside and out, through the worst and best of times, and so forth. On the down side, don't tell me you miss me while not making an effort to see or talk to me, ya dig? I don't change, &amp;amp; if I do, it would solely be for the better :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to the people who've stuck by &amp;amp; pulled through everything&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, on another note, rejection letters are being sent out from CSULA's School of Nursing. It's dreadful, I hope I don't ever receive one because I'd be completely devastated. But when one door closes, another one opens (unless those doors are the double French-styled doors, then you'd have two doors opening -- lucky you). Oh boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Jeff got an STI! Not a sexually transmitted infection, NAST-AYYY! Hopefully I get to see it tomorrow :] Cars, cars, cars! Basketball, basketball, basketball! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-1152194774575024690?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1152194774575024690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1152194774575024690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/whattt-whatt.html' title='whattt whatt!'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-184290889730926681</id><published>2009-04-16T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:45:18.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "alam - mo?" UPDATED 2:30 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sanantoniotransportationservice.com/images/thealamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 358px;" src="http://sanantoniotransportationservice.com/images/thealamo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*The Alamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my sister and I were heading out of the library after studying for Philosophy and she was talking with her friend and started saying "Alam mo? Alam mo?" (pronounced Ah-lahm-moe) Translated from Tagalog into English, that would mean "Did you know?" And me, being stupid, made this stupid inside joke about the "Alam mo?" phrase and the Alamo (*above) I was pretty hesitant to tell her about it because of how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt; it was, but I did anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hey Andree, where do Filipinos like to go and gossip?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andree: I don't know. Where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: At the "Alam-mo"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STORY OF MY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; LIFE! Can you spell L-A-M-E without the first two letters of my name in it (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-Y-Z-Z-A-H) -__- Alright, I should get back to following along the lecture. (Oh! &amp;amp; did you know we could blog on our phones?! I had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; idea! I'll probably try it later on, but yeah.) I've got to juggle an in-class writing assignment for Philosophy about the reparations toward Native Americans, I've got a case study due for Geography, &amp;amp; I've got a Nutrition midterm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; from Chapters 1 - 6, GEEZ. Adieu.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Blog Update 4/16/09 14:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just about finished with the day! My classes went by faster than I thought! And my Nutrition midterm was AWESOME, because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was awesome&lt;/span&gt;. Thankfully she took everything out from the study guide, because I thought she'd reword most of the questions! I studied hard for that test and it definitely paid off! I love the feeling of being back in school by the way. I hate being so unproductive, or doing things that seriously waste my time. I'm constantly reading, constantly going over notes, finishing homework, and everything. Nerd alert, hello! (Hi!) In all reality though, and this is real talk, I'm just trying to to start getting into the habit of being able to catch up with all my readings and class assignments to prepare myself for Nursing. I don't want to wait until the last minute to do all of my readings for my classes, I don't want my emotions to prevent me from being able to concentrate, &amp;amp; I don't want my laziness to take over me (all those I've done before, &amp;amp; it's not a great feeling). So yeah, sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW! NBA PLAYOFFS ARE STARTING. TAKE THAT TO YOUR FACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-184290889730926681?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/184290889730926681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/184290889730926681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/alam-mo.html' title='The &quot;alam - mo?&quot; UPDATED 2:30 PM'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-791260053895721028</id><published>2009-04-14T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:40:00.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In moderation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah, another Tuesday, another day of school. Today wasn't that bad though. Surprisingly enough, I didn't sleep in my car! Yeah, I bum it out whenever I can but I lack so much sleep. It's funny though because when I get out, you can see a lot of other people sleeping in their cars too -- I think it's kinda cute, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received more hours at work, finally! Thank you Jesus! I seriously need this if I expect to pay all of my bills. Speaking of bills, I was totally freaking out when I found out tomorrow was Tax day. So like, I had my taxes done for 2008, &amp;amp; I owe $23 to the California State Franchise Tax Board. I've been meaning to pay it when I received my letter, but I just put it away with the rest of my bill filing that I completely forgot about it. Until today. I went onto Yahoo! &amp;amp; I see the News reel read "Hot deal on April 15: Some national chains are giving away free food and big discounts to ease the pain of tax day." What?! Free food? Big discounts?! No. That's not what caught me off guard. It was more "pain of tax day" &amp;amp; less "hot deal." So there I was on my bed, just freaking out looking everywhere for my taxes, &amp;amp; I found that I had to pay the California State FTB by tomorrow - DUH! TAXES! -_- Fortunately, I was able to pay it by phone, WHEW* Big relief. Damn you, taxes. (On a side note, I can't believe I pay taxes!!! Haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm what else? I have a midterm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; for my Nutrition class, I have a written assignment for Philosophy, &amp;amp; I have to turn in my proposal for Geography. I love school, no joke; but the assignments can be overwhelming. Oh well, at least I'm not wasting time :] Speaking of school, I forgot to wear my belt today because I was rushed out of the house! This whole day I've been stopping just to raise up my pants once it reached the "crack" line -__- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! &amp;amp; Andro got featured on LA18's HaloHalo TV!!! I miss him dearly :] He &amp;amp; I were talking about it while I was in Nutrition class &amp;amp; he was just trippin out because his aunt saw him on TV! I couldn't believe it! I was ecstatic for him! :] Watch watch watch the video! Wait until half way though, past the voca people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.la18.tv/vidplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.la18.tv/vidplayer.swf" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" flashvars="file=http://www.la18.tv/getandopl.aspx?vid=e7810f76-8244-4f54-8dfa-43b22543fe40&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;repeat=list&amp;amp;shuffle=FALSE&amp;amp;fullscreenpage=http://www.la18.tv/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;fsreturnpage=http://www.la18.tv/Video.aspx?vid=e7810f76-8244-4f54-8dfa-43b22543fe40" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=http://www.la18.tv/getandopl.aspx?vid=e7810f76-8244-4f54-8dfa-43b22543fe40&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;repeat=list&amp;amp;shuffle=FALSE&amp;amp;fullscreenpage=http://www.la18.tv/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;linkfromdisplay=true&amp;amp;linktarget=_blank&amp;amp;fsreturnpage=http://www.la18.tv/Video.aspx?vid=e7810f76-8244-4f54-8dfa-43b22543fe40"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-791260053895721028?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/791260053895721028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/791260053895721028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/androoooobot.html' title='In moderation'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8621463341812297869</id><published>2009-04-11T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:35:56.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Press on</title><content type='html'>Things are getting harder for me these days. I seriously need to pay off all of my bills if I expect to be granted a student loan to get into Mount St. Mary's. I have too many revolving balances that I need to get rid of ASAP, but right now, I don't know where I can get that kind of money. My friend Christine &amp;amp; I were talking about trying to find new jobs but everyone needs a job these days that it's so hard to just jump right into a new one. I just have to keep praying &amp;amp; have faith -- through Him, anything &amp;amp; everything is possible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so hard for me to sleep these days with everything going on around me. Lately, hours at work have been so bad, but I've completely opened my availability so I can work any day of the week at any time. It helps me take my mind off things, it helps me create space with certain people, it allows me to make more money so I can pay off my bills, &amp;amp; it's a temporary escape. It's these times where I truly wish the beach was my backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, spending time with myself kills me. I'm constantly thinking to myself and measuring out the positives to the point they all become negatives. The stress hurts, but I'm failing at coping with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8621463341812297869?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8621463341812297869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8621463341812297869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/press-on.html' title='Press on'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8607883876093063457</id><published>2009-04-10T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:27:59.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll pause this game so our love will never end."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have to hide what I feel for you half the time. Sometimes I wish I can truly be me when I'm around them, but I can't. Sometimes I wish I can free fall into life without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone &lt;/span&gt;have to second guess my motive. I have no motive. I'm sailing through this endless sea without hesitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling. I hope the people reading this blog, know I'm talking about them specifically. I'd seriously put it out here in public, but I don't want to start spitting names. And you know what's the funniest thing, too? They're the people you'd least expect it from. They're not my friends. They're not my family. They're acquaintances. People I know who don't care enough to know me genuinely. The people who are there for me only when times are rough. But for what? To start getting into my personal life &amp;amp; gossiping to others about what I'm going through? Are they foreal? I don't know. What they have with me ain't even close to legit. I see right through them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8607883876093063457?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8607883876093063457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8607883876093063457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-pause-this-game-so-our-love-will.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll pause this game so our love will never end.&quot;'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8656751691995358469</id><published>2009-04-09T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:41:00.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dolce et decorum est</title><content type='html'>I came in to school SO EARLY this morning just to find that my classes were CANCELLED. WOW! So I waited until 1:20 for Nutrition to start. Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Yesterday was great :) We went to the Americana yesterday &amp;amp; watched Fast &amp;amp; Furious. Great movie but the ending was kinda eh. It just makes it more obvious that a 5th installment is coming out. The R34 skyline was featured AGAIN! Hahaha! Anyway, good movie -- especially for car enthusiasts who enjoy import &amp;amp; muscle cars :) I didn't even realize this was the 4TH movie! -_- But I enjoyed it nonetheless. I love love love cars, gahhhhlasjfkla;sjlkf;znxv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to go eat at Rincome, then headed home. I now have work in about 2 hours &amp;amp; I still need to rest. It's Good Friday tomorrow so no meat. I'm hoping I can get Sunday off for Easter though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna finish my Sbarro :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8656751691995358469?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8656751691995358469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8656751691995358469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/dolce-et-decorum-est.html' title='dolce et decorum est'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-7916293058642219344</id><published>2009-04-06T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:50:51.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers in the night.</title><content type='html'>I wish I lived in New York because I'm pretty sure there'll be more interesting things open during the wee hours of the morning (and by this I mean, 1-2-3-4 AM). Whatever, one day -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun :] Ate at pho, chilled at boba loft, I hope Wednesday's still going to happen ughh, color swap, The House Bunny, Jon's car on neutral, #58, #18, #81, #1 x 2, music music music, dancing, bass, nipples, ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not spring break for me, but I only go to school twice a week so I think of it more as a 4-day weekend for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mi3Yw-O31t0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mi3Yw-O31t0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGNc6fkBpxA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGNc6fkBpxA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo, I'm excited for tomorrow! I gotta wake up early though! In like 5 hours, but whatever! I'll take pictures :] &amp; I wanna watch that haunting in connecticut movie! Mayte &amp; Syndi made me want to watch it even moreee! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-7916293058642219344?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7916293058642219344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7916293058642219344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/strangers-in-night.html' title='Strangers in the night.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-2113552674520704574</id><published>2009-04-04T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:37:33.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April, already?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I didn't realize how fast the year's gone by. Seriously, 2009 has been an interesting year by far, &amp;amp; I hope it doesn't end there. Ugh, can you believe I'm turning 21 this year, too? Geez! Anyway, burritos were great last night! Yum! I don't know what's been up with me &amp;amp; my current obsession with burritos. It's like I'm craving them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the weekend! I look forward to them greatly, but I hate the fact that they don't show CSI as much -_- I want all the season DVDs of Las Vegas &amp;amp; New York for my birthday! Amazon it, it's cheaper &amp;amp; I don't care. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I barely realized how many trips I'm taking this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;San Francisco: during the summer months just to cool down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waialua, Hawaii: to visit family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toronto, Canada: for Andro!&lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philippines: to visit family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Las Vegas: 21! 21! 21!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hong Kong: Disneyland &amp;amp; family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I kind of wanted to go to New York for New Year's but I'm still going to be out of the country by then, so boo. Anyway, I'm taking this day to relax. I'm just going to finish my reading for Nutrition &amp;amp; Philosophy, then just bum it out the rest of the day. Probably get boba since I'm craving. I just want to get everything out of the way for next week. LA, Six Flags, paycheckkkk, shopping, &amp;amp; Disneyland at the end of the month, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; I was talking to Sushi/Susana/babIE &amp;amp; she had me listen to her myspace song. &amp;amp; I couldn't stop cracking up towards the end of it where the guy's singing about rape whistles nonstop. LOLLLL. Yeah, hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-2113552674520704574?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2113552674520704574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2113552674520704574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-already.html' title='April, already?'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8706552740404418946</id><published>2009-04-03T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:15:45.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me sleep, benadryl!</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a story: for 19 years of my life, I prided myself over being the only one in my little niche of a family who never had to deal with the coughing, sneezing, eye-burning, puffy throat feeling, &amp;amp; nostril clogging symptoms of allergies (except peaches, but I try to avoid it as much as possible). Until recently, during the 20th year of my existence. Oh, why must you attack me now allergies? You hold my fate on a piece of string. So long pride! It was truly wonderful to have befriended you for quite awhile, but I must give in to the woes of pollen &amp;amp; spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm finally done with my MSMC interview &amp;amp; here's to finger-crossing, hoping, &amp;amp; praying that I get an acceptance letter sometime soon. I just need to send in my TEAS test results, which they were very much impressed with! Speaking of being impressed, I hope I made a good impression. I'm starting to have post-emotional feelings about the interview. Kind of like how you take a test, and you're confident you did well, then later on,  you start doubting how well you did, et al. I need to stop banging my head against the wall about this. Go with the flow, not against the grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Spring quarter classes started for me today! I love my classes, and I'm even more in love with the fact that I don't have to do presentations whatsoever. All of my classes are upper-division classes so I can satisfy the G.E. requirement. Well, all except one, &amp;amp; that would be Geography 160: Physical Geography. I learned about latitude &amp;amp; longitude today! Easy peeezzyy lemon squeezy. I only go to school twice &amp;amp; week, Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday from 9:50-3:10 &amp;amp; all of my classes are just back-to-back-to-back, which I love because I hate having to pass time doing nothing. Oh! &amp;amp; I forgot to mention that I have an overwhelming load of term papers &amp;amp; proposals for all of my classes! I'm so excited! LOL Writing hasn't been my favorite, but writing under pressure has always been my forte, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, what else? I found out from the nursing advisor that freshmen this year trying to get into a nursing program are going to have a hard time getting in anywhere since most of the colleges &amp;amp; universities want to clear out their waiting list. I'm kind of hoping this isn't true because I have a lot of freshmen undergrad friends that have all the potential, but even with hard work it may be impossible =/ Basically, the counselor told me that if you don't get a decent GPA within their framed goal within the Nursing pre-reqs: Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology or Biology, Chemistry, Microbiology, Psychology, Philosophy, Sociology, Communication, etc.; or if you get a B in anyone of those classes, the possibility of you getting into the program is highly unlikely. It's upsetting since many college professors don't necessarily teach the same way, thus, their grading is different. But then at the same time, if being a nurse is what you really want to be, then you'd sacrifice a lot of your current pleasures for a lifelong reward that's immeasurable &amp;amp; incomparable than what you can do for yourself now. It's not getting easier, so everyone has to really step their game up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, okay I think the benadryl's finally kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone &amp;amp; pleasant dreams :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8706552740404418946?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8706552740404418946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8706552740404418946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-me-sleep-benadryl.html' title='Make me sleep, benadryl!'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-734144345439794511</id><published>2009-04-01T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:09:09.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got it, i got it, no doubt.</title><content type='html'>OKAY! So, finally, after a week's worth of anxiety attacks, I'm finally going to be going to my MSMC Nursing program interview. 6 pm. Ahhh, I'm seriously freaking out &amp;amp; I know I just need to keep it cool, relax, &amp;amp; focus on the question, so why am I stressing? I don't know. I really don't. I was so nervous today I actually cried! I'm just waiting on their hopeful consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to blog about except that. =/&lt;br /&gt;But I'll keep everyone posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-734144345439794511?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/734144345439794511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/734144345439794511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-it-i-got-it-no-doubt.html' title='i got it, i got it, no doubt.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3570610950031874933</id><published>2009-03-30T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:25:24.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay, okay!</title><content type='html'>So, one of my good friends visited me at work this past Sunday and told me the low down on Mount St. Mary's. If I get in this Fall semester, I finish the program in about a year &amp;amp; a 1/2 &amp;amp; will be graduating Spring 2011! I'm just really trusting in God &amp;amp; claiming it in His name that I'll be able to get in! But I would just like to thank everyone for their continued support throughout the years! It truly means so much to me! I hope you all keep me in your prayers as I still do for many of you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, many things have been upsetting me lately. Have you ever heard of the term, "eyes behind the back of your head" ? It's such a frightening notion - literally, that is; but for many cases it's true. Sometimes I feel that I can't solely express how I feel because others will bring me down for it. It comes to a point where I'm restrained from being myself in certain public events or places because someone is bound to get on my case. It comes to a point where it's just really hurting me mentally and emotionally; it just displays the character of an individual &amp;amp; how quick they are to judge. This just feels so weird to me because I'm a very aggressive person, &amp;amp; if I know something's wrong, I will bring it up to the named individual's attention. However, I can't do that right now. I'm not allowed to, per se. Instead, I have to live with the harsh reality of not being myself -- seriously, what is that? As much as I don't want to keep on hiding this, I have to. I can't put my foot down on this though - it won't be right. I just don't understand why these people continue to do this to me, especially when I never asked for it in the first place. Whatever goes on in my life, is in my life alone &amp;amp; for those who share the moments with me: so why do certain people feel the need to castigate me for everything I do? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY DON'T KNOW ME&lt;/span&gt;, so why do I have to live up to their expectations? I don't see these people on a daily, weekly, monthly, or yearly basis! They don't even see me enough, talk to me enough, or advise me enough to start making false justifcations towards me. But I can't put my foot down, I just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3570610950031874933?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3570610950031874933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3570610950031874933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-okay-okay.html' title='Okay, okay, okay!'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4644997022116226720</id><published>2009-03-28T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:19:11.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo, what a night.</title><content type='html'>The NAHS talent show was seriously great, though it's definitely around this time where I miss Andro dearly :[ However, all the performances were awesome! No doubt about that! I recorded Monika's performances &amp;amp; some others, but here are the first two that uploaded onto my youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHsLjBQizmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHsLjBQizmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Q4xXalARww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Q4xXalARww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a voice like that! Geez! That's some feel-good music right there, foreal! I was able to catch up with a lot of people, too! But towards the end of the show, I just wanted to go eat! The only thing that kept me going was a power Aloha Pineapple from Jamba Juice (I thought it'd taste more like pineapple, that's why I ordered it, but it didn't! Lame!). So, afterwards, we headed over to Krua &amp;amp; just enjoyed ourselves &amp;amp; each other's good company. Oh &amp;amp; did you know that mine &amp;amp; Jon G's sisters are dopplegangers?! They deny it, but on the real, they look like twins, haha!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; I think you should all know that I have a bad habit of leaving my AIM on. So if you IM me &amp;amp; I don't respond, don't trip! I don't hate you! It's just a bad habit I've developed over the past month, haha! Other than the fact that I fail at leaving away messages for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this night was enjoyable! I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FORGOT TO MENTION! NBA PLAYOFFS ARE COMING UP! WOOOO! Yes, I know. People who know me best would have expected this from me already. Like I do every year. &amp;amp; People who know me even better would know that they would need to watch out for my high blood pressure, provide me with water after yeti-screaming at the TV, &amp;amp; be able to give me some aspirin when needed, haha! Just like how people take certain passions in life seriously, I do the same with basketball, volleyball, family, and cars. So don't mess! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4644997022116226720?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4644997022116226720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4644997022116226720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/woo-what-night.html' title='Woo, what a night.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-2101305375820128066</id><published>2009-03-27T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:59:56.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Friday, but I'll be blogging about Thursday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO! I was taking a rushed shower this morning to make it out just in time to watch CSI. I guess my phone rang while I was in the shower. It wasn't until CSI was over where I checked my phone and I had gotten a voicemail &amp;amp; missed call from Mount St. Mary's! I was shaking while I pressed "Call Voicemail" on my phone and hesistated to listen. After a couple minutes or so, I finally had the balls to listen to the voicemail and it turns out that they wanted me to attend the program interview! SWEET RELIEF! Wow! I couldn't believe it! Praise God! This is what I've been praying for for the longest time! Anyway, my interview is this wednesday at 6 p.m.! I'm excited &amp;amp; nervous at the same time, but I should claim this victory in His name! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other recent events, while I was at work, my dad got bitten by our dog, Monty -- a huge German Shepherd. Apparently, my other dog, Miko (a tiny yorkshire terrier), insinuated the fight against Monty &amp;amp; he was so close to dying! When I came home, it came to my surprise that Miko was in the garage &amp;amp; quiet (since he's usually so excited to see me when I get home), then I came over to say hello &amp;amp; saw somg bite marks &amp;amp; dried blood around his neck. When I reached my room, my sister told me that while my dad was trying to get Miko out of the way, Monty bit through his finger. I don't know if it's reached subcutaneous, but I do know that it didn't reach the bone. My dad is too stubborn and prideful to go to the doctor, so he ended up self-medicating by pooring alcohol bottle after alcohol bottle onto that deep cut! I'm going to force him to go to urgent care tomorrow whether he likes it or not because I just want him to be okay and be rest assured of it. I guess that's one of the reasons why I can't sleep right now! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-2101305375820128066?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2101305375820128066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/2101305375820128066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-thursday.html' title='Oh, Thursday.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4686171043351193981</id><published>2009-03-26T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:35:01.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you eat a bowl of stupid for breakfast?!</title><content type='html'>OKAY! So, I don't know if anyone caught my last blog post, but it was entitled: "MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY!" I was blogging about my over-excitement of school that I only have on TUESDAY AND THURSDAY. In conclusion, my title should have been "TUESDAY TUESDAY TUESDAY!" Go me, yay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm SO happy I can open up more time for me to go to work &amp;amp; school at the same time! It all works out pretty well since I only end up working 4 hours a day for each day I come in. Which reminds me, I have to change my availability at work, soon! I need more dinero anyway! So many bills to pay! My debt is unimaginable but whatever, I'm paying it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, so the NAHS talent show is coming up tomorrow! So please go &amp;amp; support the class of 2010! Tickets are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$5&lt;/span&gt; pre-sale &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$5&lt;/span&gt; at the door! So if you have time, PLEASE GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; I think I've had a new obsession with Japanese Mo-Cha from Boba Loft. I accidentally ordered it &amp;amp; it was pretty damn amazing. I'm craving it now! Geez! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; oh! I think I might be moving to wordpress.com &amp;amp; might import the rest of my blogs there, too. Just click here --&gt; &lt;a href="http://lyzanicole.wordpress.com"&gt;lyzanicole.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4686171043351193981?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4686171043351193981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4686171043351193981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-you-eat-bowl-of-stupid-for.html' title='Did you eat a bowl of stupid for breakfast?!'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-525404314553384191</id><published>2009-03-24T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:00:35.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>So, as most of you may know, I've taken a quarter off from school because I've basically finished all of my pre-reqs and found that going to school would be pointless for me during Winter quarter. So for about 2 &amp;amp; a 1/2 months, I've basically been bumming it, while being completely useless &amp;amp; it's never felt so good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm going back to school this Monday &amp;amp; I'm even more excited than ever. Since I'm finished with all of my undergrad studies (&amp;amp; even more because I've taken so many classes for fun -_-), I've decided to move on to my upper division classes. The best part about my schedule, so far, is the fact that I only go to school twice a week! Yes! From 9:50-3:10 on Tues/Thurs, which isn't even that bad at all. I only get a 10 minute break in between classes, but not all of my classes would take up the whole period for that matter. PLUS! Thanks to ratemyprofessor.com, I was able to pick my classes with the BEST professors. How loser-ish of me I know, but ever since I started college, that website has served me for the better &amp;amp; it helps me choose classes without the lame &amp;amp; sucky professors that drone on about, I don't know, off-topic relations. Loser-ish, but smart, so that's basically a big "shut up" to your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I bought new 10w-40 oil for my car today since it's due for its oil change. My mom was getting super mad at me today because she insisted that I bring it to someone who can professionally change the oil. I guess she didn't get the part where I said, "why bring it to someone who'll charge me money when I can do it myself?" I think she thought I was being a smart ass, but I guess she misunderstood the fact that I can change the oil of the car, which I've done plenty of times. Geez, whatever. It's all done now, but the notion frustrates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alsoooo, I just realized that I'm taking so many trips this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Waialua, Honolulu, Hawaii! - I miss my family &amp;amp; the life I lived there for awhile! One thing's for sure: I don't have to waste money on a hotel or even a car, airfare's all I need!; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Toronto, Canada - Jeff &amp;amp; I are flying to see Androbot!; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) San Francisco - short getaway with a couple people to escape undeniable hot summer weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Philippines - towards the end of the year, we're (Jeff, me, the fam) going to the P.I. to spend the holidays there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Hong Kong - DISNEYLAND! WOOOO! I don't know if it's going to be the happiest place in the world as well, but I'm down for anything disney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray ;] So many things to look forward to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-525404314553384191?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/525404314553384191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/525404314553384191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-monday-monday.html' title='MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY!'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5422045242175530358</id><published>2009-03-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:16:36.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPECT.</title><content type='html'>NAHS talent show this Friday! GO! GO! GO! SUPPORT THE CLASS OF 2010! :]&lt;div&gt;Tickets are $5 at the door! So spread the word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! I'm a sucker for CSI, no joke! I actually want seasons 1-8 of Las Vegas on DVD, askldfjkalsf LOL What a meaningless blog (aside from the caption above), I'm lame. HOW OBVIOUS. I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should make video blogs on my blog. WOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how far laziness can take you, ey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISNEYLAND SOON, wdup :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5422045242175530358?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5422045242175530358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5422045242175530358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/respect.html' title='RESPECT.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5108318131692836042</id><published>2009-03-21T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:45:29.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night at the Roxbury</title><content type='html'>I love watching it over &amp;amp; over again! I don't care if it's like, what, 10 years old, it still eats your socks &amp;amp; slaps your face (but probably not as much as CSI, gosh, I love it). Anyway, I said this would be my "dislike" (because I hate saying hate, but I say it anyway) blog, or something in relation to that, so here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Simple &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;grammatical errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, even my own. You're/your, too/to/two, its/it's, et al.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stupid drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who don't know how to signal when they're switching lanes &amp;amp; giant trucks that think they own the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- People who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;don't move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after I say "excuse me." They nudge a little but don't necessarily do anything to give way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &amp;amp; I have to agree with Susana (babIE/Sushi) on this one: "Those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ippy-headbands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that have suddenly struck teen girls [and adolescent boys] like an epidemic!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;UCLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- only babIE would understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Customers at work who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;don't bother cleaning up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their mess &amp;amp; just leave their trash on the table. If we were a full-service restaurant, I wouldn't mind; but seeing that we're not, I'd like to shove their trash down their throats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Girls who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; self-respect, who feel like they need attention, and who need to be reminded that they're loved by anyone and everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- People who can't shut up about their problems -- to the point that they need to tell the whole world. Newsflash, I'm pretty sure &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the world DOESN'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because they have their own problems &amp;amp; they don't need to make your problem their's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- How for 2 weeks now, the World Market &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hasn't stocked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my Hawaiian Hazelnut Kona coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My sister's (Allyson) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &amp;amp; her way with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there's more, but I don't want to get too heated up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My words might end up being misconstrued, so I'll type it up later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's too late for me to start punching walls, or your face :] Jk. Not really. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5108318131692836042?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5108318131692836042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5108318131692836042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-at-roxbury.html' title='A Night at the Roxbury'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-1587068709379955957</id><published>2009-03-20T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:06:29.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Amos.</title><content type='html'>Jon &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got his car last Monday! Wooo! It seriously feels so weird not having to drop him off! Even to have his mom ask what time he's coming home! But seriously though, his car is sick. Took me awhile to get used to using tiptronic, it's so different from driving stick but the  push is amazing! Once he gets even more used to it, it's PLAX all the way, woo! My driving expertise! Mine, Jeff's, &amp;amp; Jon's car fam is complete. We gave ours all names: Jada (Mine), Ruby (Jeff), &amp;amp; Melanie (Jon).  Seeing that the color of our cars are gold, red, and white, we're an official trio of mustard, ketchup, mayonnaise, HA! Suck on that. Geez, I'm such a dude. Which reminds me, I have to change my oil soon. I was freaking out when the "check engine" light came up. Then I looked at the mileage on my car and saw it was at 9,800 something -- what a relief. I also have to change my brake pads -_- I hate the squealing, it's killing me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today was alright. I woke up this morning alone &amp;amp; I was seriously trippin balls because I was talking to someone when I got out of bed. It could've been my mom saying "you're going to be at home alone, we're going to downtown," but I don't know. Anyway, I officially got up around 11, turned on the TV &amp;amp; watched CSI for a bit (because I would). I headed to Radio Shack afterwards because I needed to buy a new battery for my LoJack since they've been pissing the heck out of me. I also got a free aux cable, so I gave it to Jon so he can use it in his car. Later, Jeff came by and we just all went out, chilled, stopped by Target, and came home. Then we all watched CSI again because it was getting "intense" lol! Jon drove us in Melanie to Jamba &amp;amp; to Albertson's. Then we came home &amp;amp; made french fries. Everything after that was just chill, but T.M.I. to type out here, blahhh. Speaking of weekends, last week, the guys &amp;amp; I went out for a burrito run. We've made it a point that we go to our new favorite burrito place ONCE a month to just catch up with our lives and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. My babIE blogged about the things that piss her off, and that's what I was initially going to do but I forgot, so I'll do it tomorrow night instead because I have so much to vent out, ugh. Way too many things have been building up, but I'm just dealing with it so pshh. I can't wait until school starts so I can keep that in focus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-1587068709379955957?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1587068709379955957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1587068709379955957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/famous-amos.html' title='Famous Amos.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4906549919934276283</id><published>2009-03-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:28:42.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; while we're on the topic of lame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh boy, I seriously need to stay in tuned with this whole blogging thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, woo, so hot today! I seriously wanted to go swimming but the water was freezing, &amp;amp; I could've gone during the afternoon, but I was too scared out of my chonies to put on some sunblock. Background story: I have this Aveeno sunblock spray, right? And I thought the spray was faced the opposite way towards the floor. Stupid me, I didn't thoroughly check because of the white residue. Thus, when I sprayed it, it travelled between my fingers &amp;amp; straight into my eye. Wow, STORY OF MY LIFE. I'm not going to stop using the spray, I'm just going to be more "aware of my safety." Lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmk, I'm watching CSI: NY right now (I think all I watch on TV now is CSI &amp;amp; the Colbert Report), &amp;amp; they just cut to commercials. Apparently, TV land has this show about all these younger guys going for this 40-year-old woman. &amp;amp; What do they call it? "The Cougar." OF COURSE THEY'D CALL IT THAT. How obvious. Sometimes I hate the obvious, I actually hate it a lot, but what can I do, right? Like, if they made a show out of my life, it'd be called "Lame," HOW OBVIOUS. Kind of like splitting a slice of pizza in half, &amp;amp; unless you're some kind of pizza splitting genius, I wouldn't expect anyone to slice it perfectly. Which brings me to my point! When you offer it to your friend who loves pizza, it could only be OBVIOUSLY assumed they'll choose the bigger piece, despite the minuscule difference. Anyway yeah, the cougar. PSSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blahh. Anyway, it's the weekend! Waddup waddup! The only thing I look forward to throughout the whole week! (Hm, for some reason, me talking about the weekend reminds me of Josh Hartnett -- whatever happened to him?) So I'm going to try to take another stab at making Pho. The oven at my house broke so I can't bake anything :[ So what do I do? I cook! I need to learn anyway. My grandpa always told me that no man would accept a woman who doesn't cook, &amp;amp; although times have changed since then, I still push myself to learn how to cook because I don't want my future in-laws to think that I can't feed their son anything except ... McDonald's Breakfast Deluxe (once again, lame). No, I want to give him a feast! A FEAST EVERYfreakingDAY. Bah, I want to go to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WATCH THIS VIDEO. I'm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIhshI34RSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIhshI34RSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4906549919934276283?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4906549919934276283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4906549919934276283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/whil-were-on-topic-of-lame.html' title='&amp; while we&apos;re on the topic of lame.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-217376641456984821</id><published>2009-03-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:47:59.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"this photograph is proof"</title><content type='html'>Wow, Taking Back Sunday surely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takes me back&lt;/span&gt; (no it's not meant to be funny, but if you find it amusing, then I'll appreciate the humor). I miss listening to bands, but I'm pretty content with everything I listen to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that my sister (Andree) will not be leaving to go to school in the Philippines after all! Well, it was in her intention to go in 2 weeks but my parents decided to hold it off until next year because everything just seemed to happen so fast and they weren't ready to let her go until they've actually scoped the school's premises, and made proper inquiries beforehand. In that case, yes, she's moving next year -- what a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I just found my Coffee Bean card. I'm so excited! I have been looking for it in ages, &amp;amp; where did I find it out of all places? My wallet. I also found my $10 Angel VIP reward card for Victoria's Secret, my CVS ExtraCare Card, my Body Shop membership card, &amp;amp; my ARC Blood Type card! All in the same slot, which hid behind my Red Mango employee card. Legendary fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is in desperate need of a car wash &amp;amp; I like how each descending paragraph has nothing to do with the previous one. Oh &amp;amp; here's my dog :] Well, one of them. I really don't know why I'm posting it up, but I love him :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/Sbiv3XHEudI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ei-M0N6fk3w/s1600-h/untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/Sbiv3XHEudI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ei-M0N6fk3w/s320/untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312189126114851282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-217376641456984821?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/217376641456984821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/217376641456984821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-photograph-is-proof.html' title='&quot;this photograph is proof&quot;'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChaHzEBoBSw/Sbiv3XHEudI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ei-M0N6fk3w/s72-c/untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6276520529316696876</id><published>2009-03-10T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T02:33:59.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't done this in awhile.</title><content type='html'>Blogging, I mean. It's been so long! I guess it's because of how hectic everything has truly been, but with all this, I'm glad to stay that positives are emerging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of things I haven't done in awhile, I have gotten back to playing the piano. Sometimes, I wish there was a way I could bring the grand up the bloody stairs, but I don't find that possible -- heaps of damages, and more. I might as well just invest on a keyboard so that I wouldn't have to leave the sanctuary of my own room to play my music for everyone to hear -- downstairs at least. My father brought me up to play the piano with "peelings," quite contrary to that of HappySlip's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LWwgjYl5dE"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. By that, I mean I had to use everything in me to make my playing of a certain piece look energetic, even to soft, mellow pieces. I grew accustomed to keeping my foot on the sustain pedal because along with "peelings" came the "booming" of the piano throughout the house. Now, I find myself playing with "peelings" to pieces I actually enjoy. Modern pieces actually, though I really wish I had enough patience to learn compositions with numerous movements. Currently, I'm learning Victor's Piano Solo from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Corpse Bride &lt;/span&gt;congruently with the main theme from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;. I guess it's not too modern, classic modern I suppose? Whatever. I just love the fact that there's a lot of movement so my fingers would speak the language of music so eloquently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I hate how people take me as if I'm stupid. Not the kind of stupid that is synonymous to educationally stupid (more like lazy) in this matter. I really don't know how I can describe it but I hope you get my drift. Id est, have you ever felt that some people tend to give you the negative vibe and that in spite of you, they try to embarass you in public / ruin your self-esteem? If I somehow find a way to better describe this, I would, but I'll leave it at this for now. Please pardon my inabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a random rant! My whole blog is made up of A.D.D.! Anyway, I went to the mall again today to take my sisters and our friend Karyll to Borders bookstore. We were at the career section for about 2 hours trying to figure out what kind of careers would suit Allyson and Karyll. Surprisingly enough, both of them have chosen their majors and career paths within those two hours; I guess it's because the pressure of applying to colleges this October-November have hit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's late. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6276520529316696876?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6276520529316696876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6276520529316696876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/havent-done-this-in-awhile.html' title='Haven&apos;t done this in awhile.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8336747912120988689</id><published>2009-02-23T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:50:38.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communicable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You may not find my blog interesting today, just so you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so I went onto Google images, and instead of typing "Coraline," I ended up typing "Staphylococcus aureus" (bacteria found to be part of many of our own normal microbiota). After pressing search, I came upon pages and pages of s. aureus pictures and stopped after finding out that I had already reached page 42. Amongst those pages, I saw agar plate streakings, sensitivity tests, and its tiny cocci-formed clusters. Then I thought to myself, "Wow, its part of our own normal bacteria and yet something so small and unseen by the naked eye is powerful enough to cause impetigo, food poisoning, UTIs, TSS, Septicemia, and boils." Then, I thought about how people would be complaining that "so &amp;amp; so" is infected -- I mean, it didn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; get infected, they probably don't use asceptic techniques in dealing with a lot of things that require everyday use! Even just wiping your butt and not washing your hands after the use of the toilet can cause the spread of E. coli (E. coli is a normal inhabitant of our intestines). Gross. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and while we're on this note, I'd love to share to everyone that the weather-change has a miniscule effect on why we get sick. The temperature doesn't make you sick, germs do. Sometimes, a change in weather can affect your immune system which gives many of the opportunistic germs an easy way to enter through your body. Also, during the winter, you're more inclined to be staying indoors, thus, you're sharing and breathing that same air as everyone else is  and it increases the likelihood of spreading a virus from one person to another (though it really starts with just one infected person).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, since we're on this note, I should also add that the common cold is incurable because it is made up of many different types of viruses (around 200+). And viruses, in itself, are hard to cure because unlike bacteria, they grow inside the body's own cell which eventually makes it harder for the immune system to attack against. Just like how AIDS is so hard to cure -- the virus becomes part of your body, and killing the virus would be like killing your immune system since it targets t-cells (cells that help cure viral infections) which practically renders them useless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, if you didn't find it interesting, that's your fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I warned you ahead of time, so ferme la bouche sucka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8336747912120988689?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8336747912120988689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8336747912120988689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/communicable.html' title='Communicable.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5561540412881589186</id><published>2009-02-12T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:46:05.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a game &amp; love is a riddle.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentleman! I'm back! Well, at least I think I am. I didn't leave Blogger entirely, I just haven't updated it in quite awhile. I guess it's because every time I get the urge to type something up, my dad calls me and I completely lose my train of thought and end up X-ing out from the window. Hopefully he doesn't call me now that I'm on a roll with this! If he does, I'm just going to go on ahead and press "Publish Post" and leave it at that. My rants go paragraph by paragraph so think of my paragraphs as chapters -- or short stories. :]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that lady, Nadya Suleman? The one who recently had the octuplets? Yeah, I despise her, not her children, but her. I mean seriously! Is that woman crazy? She already has 6 other children, and now she has 8 more?! She doesn't have a job, her other source of non-governmental income is her student loan, and she relies on Medi-Cal and other types of government aid in helping her children. I mean, WOW! We're basically paying for the care of her children! It already costs us taxpayers $1-million for her children's support. And the doctor! He already knows that she's had 6 children because he provided IVF treatment for them, and he goes ahead and gives her 8 more! The children weigh about 2 pounds each, or so I've heard, and that's not even half of the average! That woman pisses me off, and she said that she's seeking help from family, friends, and her church -- HER CHURCH! Does the church even support in vitro fertilization?! I feel more sorry for her kids for having such a stupid mom. I know it sounds bad, and that's how I mean for it to sound. And if the media wants to make some reality show about her life with 14 kids, I hope the public shoots her down for it (not literally, figuratively! Shoots = brings) because this is what she put herself up for. She wanted to have children so let her take care of them! Geez. Okay new topic ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got my dress for the party! FINALLY. I've been searching for it for quite sometime, too, and I finally got it! I just need to accessorize and find out what to do with my hair since it's so short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff and I are trying to find an english bulldog! So if you know anyone who's selling or breeding them, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! They're hard to come by these days, not to mention how expensive they are, too! Speaking of Jeff, we were rapping a little while ago, HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heater's on! Finally! I've been begging my dad -_- Although I love the whole "frozen-feet" feeling, it's horrible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I think that's about it for now :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5561540412881589186?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5561540412881589186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5561540412881589186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-game-love-is-riddle.html' title='Life is a game &amp; love is a riddle.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-1497130792578226260</id><published>2009-02-02T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:09:43.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggars can't be choosers and vice versa.</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for my car! It gets me to and from places and takes me anywhere and everywhere I want to go safely. However, being in it and watching other cars roll past me is a different story. I'm not just talking about ordinary cars (whatever ordinary is), I'm talking about cars I've been wanting since I was a little girl! I don't know, but somehow, looking at those cars motivate me to do better (I don't know if that's good enough to become a nurse, but it is motivation!), you know? Being an aspiring nurse and enjoying the pleasure and company of people around me who need my help, of course, would and always be my main priority (aside from my own family), but with that said, I still have dreams to pursue. Cars, and all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this whole &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking-about-cars-thing&lt;/span&gt; seriously makes me miss my BMW. I don't even know if I have a picture of it before I traded it in, but that car rode like a dream (despite its flaws). It was a gas-whore, I know, &amp;amp; I could only get premium gas whenever I rode in it, and it definitely didn't fit my budget, so I had to give it up. But seriously, when I'm done with school, I'm getting another one, hands down (and my 2002 Lexus IS300, that year specifically! The handling is heavenly ajslkfjaklsdf).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm going to go watch Death Race with my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting so tired with this whole blogging thing. Not in its entirety, but because I don't know what I should be blogging about. Maybe I should blog every Sunday like Frank does on &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com/"&gt;postsecret&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-1497130792578226260?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1497130792578226260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1497130792578226260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/beggars-cant-be-choosers-and-vice-versa.html' title='Beggars can&apos;t be choosers and vice versa.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5469167661220108740</id><published>2009-01-30T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:01:01.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks.</title><content type='html'>So I love coffee (although Ms. Susana Mejia aka bab&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IE&lt;/span&gt; tops my addiction by a million lightyears&lt;3) and I usually need my regular dose of it. Every morning, I take out my special blend of Kona coffee from the fridge (one of my favorites &amp;amp; if available! &amp;amp; Hawaiian Hazelnut!), brew it, &amp;amp; have my fair dosage of a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper, or Home &amp;amp; Garden, Elle Decor, or clipping out coupons. Lately, however, I've had this new craze over Starbucks' Rooibos Vanilla tea. One of our regulars at work came by the other night and told me that it's practically an "orgasm in your mouth and the flavor shoots at you like fireworks and makes you as happy as you would be looking at a rainbow." So I decided to give it a shot. OMG, IT'S AN ORGASM IN MY MOUTH, AND THE FALVOR SHOT AT ME LIKE FIREWORKS, AND IT MADE ME AS HAPPY AS I SHOULD BE WHEN I LOOK AT A RAINBOW. Okay, so not literally, but it is very good and has become my new addiction aside from my regular quad Venti Caffe Latte with hazelnut syrup (yes, I go crazy with espresso, it's not good for me, but it keeps me going, until it crashes of course -_-) . But now, I've been craving it since I've tried it! It's just like Vanilla milk tea, but the taste is heavenly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5469167661220108740?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5469167661220108740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5469167661220108740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6082098561494285422</id><published>2009-01-29T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:03:22.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you're painting daffodils by the sea.</title><content type='html'>My sister's debut is coming up in about a month and I must say I'm more scared and excited for it than I was for my own. I guess it's because we actually know how to plan ahead this time rather than mine, also because some of the things I wanted in my debut are actually happening in hers. Since I am the oldest grandchild, my debut became everything to my mom and most especially my grandmother. I never got to choose my court's dresses, or even my dress; I couldn't choose what I wanted as my party favors/giveaways; and for some odd reason, I wasn't allowed to dance with my court because they were dancing for me [?]. SO! In lieu of my party, I hope my sister's party turns out better since she was able to put in some of her input (I jokingly tease her that it's my debut, haha). My mom bought her these cute giveaway boxes and secretly, I just want to tear it all up (I guess it's not a secret anymore) lol &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;[s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;idenote: i have this thing for wanting to rip and squeeze the living cuteness out of anything cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i.e. holiday candy, peeps, jello; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;so in that way, if someone opens it, it's not cute anymore. i'm malicious.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;"&gt;and aside from that, she's giving everyone their own cupcake.  Plus, we're also making this magazine type program to put on each table with her biography, court biography, shout outs, but in the style of something you'd see coming out of Cosmo, Elle, Lucky, Seventeen, Teen People, etc. And her tables aren't going to be numbered! Instead, they're going to be words and the place cards are going to be one of those cootie catchers, kind of like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1a/Cootie_catcher.jpg/600px-Cootie_catcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1a/Cootie_catcher.jpg/600px-Cootie_catcher.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She doesn't know how fortunate she is with her debut, ugh. I hope it turns out to be a success though. Okay, enough about the debut.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work was tiring last night though the close was somewhat manageable. My legs are really tired though since I only had them rest for 10 minutes during my break, but whatever. I came home to my inviting bed but couldn't sleep until later because I had a couple things on my mind that day that I couldn't seem to get over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I guess I'll end this for now. I need to find a doggy groomer for my dogs since I want their hair cut. Here's my dog by the way :] Well, one of them. The other one, which is exactly like this one [but not a teacup breed], can't stay still for the life of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9PkUIMysb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/K9PkUIMysb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6082098561494285422?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6082098561494285422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6082098561494285422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-youre-painting-daffodils-by-sea.html' title='Now you&apos;re painting daffodils by the sea.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6141111209460945289</id><published>2009-01-26T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:05:11.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HACKIN YOU UP..</title><content type='html'>aite.. so you always get mad at me.. and complain.. i hope this will change your mind and love me.. this is me.. rahrah/papa/babylove.. dedicating this song to you by christian bautista..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"the one who won my heart" - christian bautista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I swore I'd let nobody in&lt;br /&gt;Not that way again&lt;br /&gt;I'd fixed it so they won't stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;But you lessened the distance&lt;br /&gt;I think you knew what this could be&lt;br /&gt;You never gave up reaching for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Because you hold me up so high&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself with no condition&lt;br /&gt;Because you guide me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm stumbling in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You hear what's deep inside&lt;br /&gt;When I need you there to listen&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who won my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;And its still a mystery&lt;br /&gt;What you see in me&lt;br /&gt;Coz you know I've never been an open book&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'm changing&lt;br /&gt;Just a little less true&lt;br /&gt;There's not a question&lt;br /&gt;I owe it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Because you hold me up so high&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself with no condition&lt;br /&gt;Because you guide me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm stumbling in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You hear what's deep inside&lt;br /&gt;When I need you there to listen&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who won my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;And I know you keep it safe&lt;br /&gt;I trust in you that way&lt;br /&gt;To keep with your possession&lt;br /&gt;Every moment everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Because you hold me up so high&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself with no condition&lt;br /&gt;Because you guide me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm stumbling in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You hear what's deep inside&lt;br /&gt;When I need you there to listen&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who won my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who won my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloha au io i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jeffpaulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you just been hacked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6141111209460945289?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6141111209460945289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6141111209460945289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/hackin-you-up.html' title='HACKIN YOU UP..'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4548144799710112568</id><published>2009-01-26T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:53:06.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sort of more bein' alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;part1&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes I wish I didn't have to do this to myself. I don't undersand how I let things get out of hand. It's either now or never, but this time, I'm putting my foot down and actually going to do something about it. No matter how drastic, please don't stop me. I'm doing this for myself, I'm doing this for my future, I'm doing this so I don't have to go through the toils of embarassment any longer. I want this and I need this. I can't stand being and feeling this way anymore. This is something I have to do, and I don't want to stop this time or ever until I know that it has been controlled and it has been done. Hopefully, with this transfiguration, I'll be taken seriously (not that I haven't) and my self-worth would heighten, not even by a bit, but by a milestone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;part2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I help, but that doesn't mean I don't have my own problems. Half the time, I try to keep my problems to myself, although I suffer the consequences of problem build-up. Why? Because my problems are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; compared to what other people are facing in this world: poverty, famine, living in hopes of seeing tomorrow, et al. Where do my problems fall along this line? Instead of restlessly trying to associate my life with my problems, I should be living a life of gratefulness, I should be living my life for those who are probably more deserving of it: for those who'd rather choose living my life than residing in an empty abyss. There is much more to life, so appreciate the world we live in. I hope I can live with what I say and say with what I live, and if I don't, I should try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4548144799710112568?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4548144799710112568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4548144799710112568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sort-of-more-bein-alive.html' title='I&apos;m sort of more bein&apos; alive.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4508050402462384716</id><published>2009-01-22T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:43:59.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a little trip &amp; pack up yo mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TboRy7QQG8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TboRy7QQG8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so this whole time I've been wondering how people get the imeem player onto their profile. Upon looking for a song around the website, I realized that there's a code which can be embed onto any html-accepting site (in this case, blogger). Wow, what a way to be kept up to date, right?! Am I too slow for my generation? Or am I just ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.blogpoll.com/poll/view_Poll.php?type=java&amp;amp;poll_id=164182"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, loser much? Go ahead, tell me, let me know! Personally, I think I'm answer #3, not to sway your vote or anything, you swing voters ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, over the weekend, I believe last Friday, I started to complain that my eyeball was hurting &amp; that it'd hurt everytime I blink. Turns out it was my eyelid &amp; unfortunately, I had a stye. Now, I am very much aware of what a stye is &amp; I feel it may have come from my eyeliner since I used a different one last week. My eyeliner might've gotten contaminated with someone else's germs, or quite possibly, my own microbiota. Either way, I was able to treat it by putting a mildly hot/warm compression on it with an herbal tea bag. Fortunately it worked and I am quite happy to say that my eyeLID no longer hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned how much I love Aveeno? It's fragrance free but it seriously moisturizes my skin and keeps it from getting dry with this kind of weather. Yeah, I don't know how I started to talk about Aveeno. If anything, I'd blame it on ADD (right Andro?!), haha. What I originally wanted to talk about, though, was Febreze and lighters/matches. But I shall get back to that topic on the next blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4508050402462384716?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4508050402462384716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4508050402462384716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-little-trip-pack-up-yo-mind.html' title='take a little trip &amp; pack up yo mind.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-8174754886838202596</id><published>2009-01-20T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:38:12.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble briefs.</title><content type='html'>Is it odd to say that I nearly cried (actually, I did) during the presidential inauguration ceremony? It's not as if I knew that I was subjected to emotion, but somehow, through emotion, I felt &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compelled&lt;/span&gt; to. I must say, I am scared about change, though I am rather hopeful for it. I understand that change is needed, but the road to it is wary and complex, and who knows? A lot can happen within the next four years, so I guess at this point, I can only hope and pray for the best of our country, &amp;amp; I trust that God will lead our president into making the right decisions for the country, and quite possibly, the world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? I'm seriously stressing on nursing program applications because I'm doing everything in my power to ensure my acceptance into any school. I'm keeping my faith up and my hopes high, not just because of the fact that nurses receive reasonably good pay, but because I want to get in, I need to get in, this is what I'm set out to do, and I'm going to make it happen! Plus, nursing is the main gateway and road I can take to become a Nurse Practitioner - my ultimate dream. I'll do it, I know I will. I'm closer now than I was a couple years back, so here's to keeping the faith, prayer, and action. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the last time I blogged (aside from the last one I did for Andro since I can't leave it on his comment box), I think I had already reached the final day of Jeff's countdown, &amp;amp; now I'm happy to say that he's back &amp;amp; he's safe! Seriously, the distance surely made our hearts fonder, and it only brought us closer and made us stronger. He's just a remarkble and incredible individual, words can't even fathom nor embrace what he means to me. And if not by words, I hope my actions prove it. I'm thankful for what we have, &amp;amp; believe in what we have. Unconditional &amp;amp; requited love. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aloha au ia oe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-8174754886838202596?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8174754886838202596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/8174754886838202596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/bubble-briefs.html' title='Bubble briefs.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-1132783953144633104</id><published>2009-01-19T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:11:18.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all for andro (:</title><content type='html'>OLD SCHOOL! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;The comment box wouldn't allow html, so I'm posting it here instead (:&lt;br /&gt;Love ya Andro! All for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/oje59j.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2uzav5t.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/1g2hjn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c314/FNM_2006/DEBUT/229185d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c314/FNM_2006/others/wahhh00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c314/FNM_2006/others/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c314/FNM_2006/partyhardy/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c314/FNM_2006/partyhardy/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-1132783953144633104?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1132783953144633104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/1132783953144633104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-for-andro.html' title='all for andro (:'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/oje59j_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4907500252736565759</id><published>2009-01-13T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:31:49.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh glory be, the funk's on me --</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so just keep that funk alive, keep that funk alive&lt;/span&gt;." I think I heard that on either an NBA or Nike commercial, I'm absolutely too lazy to track it down. Why'd it stay in my head? I really don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, happy Tuesday, though it's really hard to say what's so "happy" about it. I still need to apply to all the remaining Nursing programs. On the brighter side, I know I'll be guaranteed a spot somewhere. I'm just really praying for it! If anything, I really wish CSULA would accept me! It'd make things so much easier for me because I wouldn't have to go through the hassle of transferring out, getting an associate's elsewhere, and finishing my bachelor's somewhere. I'd rather just stick to getting into the BSN program because it reassures myself to know that once I'm finished, I can go straight onto my master's &amp;amp; practice Nurse practitioning. Geez, college! It's fun at first you know, just doing your G.E.'s &amp;amp; finishing your pre-reqs since it's basically a review of all 4 years of high school; however, once you start working on your core subjects, and major pre-reqs, it purposely drags you into a pickle. Not cool, college, not cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, oh! And on top of that, my hours at work have been cut, yet again, &amp;amp; I'm only working 8 hours this week, what is that?! It deeply saddens me knowing my next pay check won't be a lot because of the hours I've been given. So as of now, I'm trying to find another job that would help my cause because I've been so behind on bills it's not even funny anymore. Sigh, that's life, I guess. But whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In light of all things, Jeff's coming back this Thursday! It's been too long already! &amp;amp; I've been waiting for this day since he left! Surprisingly enough, I've been a trooper these past couple of weeks. &amp;amp; I've somewhat minimized my crying to some extent, &amp;amp; now I'm just super excited for him to come home! I did his laundry the other day and I started on his whites. Luckily enough, that day was the first time EVER that I had washed white clothes and they came out white! Not red, or dirty brown, but WHITE! Also, I'm going to have to go shopping to put in more cookies in his fridge because Jon ate his chewy chocolate chip cookies, haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, many things to look forward to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4907500252736565759?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4907500252736565759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4907500252736565759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-glory-be-funks-on-me.html' title='&quot;Oh glory be, the funk&apos;s on me --'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5194255333788072875</id><published>2009-01-12T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:40:22.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"And the beat goes on," they say.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pretty depressing day for me, although I know I should be looking on the brighter side of things, I really couldn't help it. Andro left for Canada yesterday morning, and for the remaining ones, we're still trying to cope. Watching him and the boys grow up didn't hit me as hard as it did yesterday. When he left, I lost a brother, a part of my family. Just to think, it'll be awhile until I can come home from school or from work seeing his shoes by the door and hearing the guitar from the kitchen; it'll be awhile until I can hear him scream out "touge!" from the back seat while Jeff's driving; it'll be awhile until we all eat at pho, at krua, at sanam and have our friday night drives to Santa Monica just to get expensive boba that doesn't even taste that good but we do it for the drive; it'll be awhile for everything and I'm going to miss all of that, &amp;amp; I just feel so privileged to have known him in that way -- in fact, I'm sure many of us feel that. He didn't have to prove himself to be someone to us, because we loved him genuinely &lt;3 &amp;amp; he'll always have that special place in our hearts, always. I love him &amp;amp; I'm going to miss him, but it's never really goodbye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5194255333788072875?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5194255333788072875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5194255333788072875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-beat-goes-on-they-say.html' title='&quot;And the beat goes on,&quot; they say.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3824890183960824643</id><published>2009-01-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:34:32.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Noctem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't find my phone! It's been missing for the past couple of days (well, day &amp;amp; a 1/2). I think I might've left it at work on Thursday. I'll probably go drop by today and look for it. So if I haven't been responding to your guys' texts or returning your calls, it's because I can't. My phone's lost :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I'm so happy to have family in Belgium, seriously. They're like, my door to the European world (&amp;amp; they'll offer me a house to stay in, too! Haha!)! My sister Allyson and I, took them out to the supermarkets yesterday because they were in the search for a big tube of peanut butter since they don't have it there. It's amazing how it was so much of a culture shock for them. Apparently our houses are much more lower here, while theirs is high and constructed with bricks and kind of packed together. Oh! &amp;amp; 5 million speak Flemish, 4 million speak French, and 1 million speak German! I kind of envy my cousin because she can speak all that plus Italian, English, and Tagalog -- wth, do you know how much of a failure that makes me feel? It's ridiculous. I think I should just go ahead and shoot myself if she learns Latin, too -_- Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, debut practices have been going pretty well. Andree &amp;amp; Jon's choreography for "Freeze"  have continuously impressed me and the court, I mean, wow! They pick it up quick, and I'm so excited to see it when it's done; and I'm so happy that the waltz doesn't have to be done all traditional-like because I had no choice but to do it for mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff's coming back in 5 days! And I started my countdown from 18! Woo-hoo! Serious celebration for his birthday when he comes back! He's so old now, my gosh. 24 &amp;amp; I'm turning 21 this year, lol. We're both getting old! It's weird how time goes by so fast that when you stop to think about it, you don't actually realize how long it's been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have to go drop off my Auntie Dolly &amp;amp; Uncle Camille/Kamil?  (&lt;-- I know! But that's apparently a very manly name in Belgium! &amp;amp; he says "Father" like Gold Member from Austin Powers! "Fahjah" Haha!) at Universal Studios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; you know how my mom works the graveyard shift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she comes back home tired and telling us she doesn't want to go out, but I think it's because of TFC -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3824890183960824643?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3824890183960824643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3824890183960824643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/carpe-noctem.html' title='Carpe Noctem.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-4807329936218170123</id><published>2009-01-08T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:29:53.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay, okay!</title><content type='html'>SO! I think I started blogging on Tuesday but I ended up pressing the "x" button because I realized that I was blabbing out nonsense -- somewhat similar to what I'm doing now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay! So I watched "Gran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Torino&lt;/span&gt;" the other day and I must say I enjoyed it, despite the ending, I enjoyed it nonetheless. Not that the ending was bad, no! It's just disappointing; disappointing as in "tugging-at-my-heart-strings" kind of disappointing, if that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;describable&lt;/span&gt; enough. It's amazing! I'd actually go out and watch it again if I could, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I cut my hair shorter, again! I miss my long hair, so what do I do? I go about cutting it again. What the heck is that?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-4807329936218170123?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4807329936218170123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/4807329936218170123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-okay-okay.html' title='Okay, okay, okay!'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5850474514128093992</id><published>2009-01-03T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:46:44.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the place you'll go!</title><content type='html'>2009 has seriously been great so far; so great that I can't even expound on its greatness even further. 2008 has come and gone, but we live and we learn eventually. This year's going to be filled with excitement! I can feel it emanating from my veins (or arteries, or the right and left ventricles of my heart, whichever, doesn't matter, haha), exploding and extending through my body's capillaries; the proteins of the myofibrils of the myocytes of my muscle fibers of each and every kind of muscle in my body reach deep down to contract my muscles through a series of slow-to-fast twitching which eventually leads my body into an immaculate and perpetual state of tetanus. Does that even make sense? I just blabbed out the last couple of sentences and I used biology to describe it, WOW, I'm super.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, debut practice is starting soon :) I'll type more later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5850474514128093992?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5850474514128093992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5850474514128093992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-place-youll-go.html' title='Oh, the place you&apos;ll go!'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-3226806660954674398</id><published>2009-01-01T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:24:13.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2OO9 :)</title><content type='html'>Hello New Year! 2008 has gone, but 2009 has just begun! I don't even know where to begin talking about all of last year's experiences (I probably might write about it in another blog), but I do know that I'm thankful for it because it all sums up to define me as an individual. I don't believe I've changed for the worse -- I kept it real 2008, &amp;amp; that's what I plan for 2009.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff's birthday is tomorrow (well, today in the Philippines) &amp;amp; I'm really upset about not being able to spend it with him but lost time will be made up when he comes back! I miss him a lot, and I can't wait until he comes back home! 2 more weeks! Until then, I'll just be up to my wits planning and preparing, and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, short today. Long tomorrow, or the next day or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss babycakes :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-3226806660954674398?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3226806660954674398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/3226806660954674398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/2oo9.html' title='2OO9 :)'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-5523822412260722917</id><published>2008-12-30T11:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:22:00.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wirlessipagcard.</title><content type='html'>Hm, I'm sure Jeff and his family arrived in the Philippines safely. He still hasn't gotten in contact with me though :( I hope he does soon, just so I'd be able to greet him Happy New Year &amp;amp; Happy Birthday. I miss him. 16 more days, I can do this! I know he'll find a way to get in touch eventually.&lt;div&gt;I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I passed my TEAS (Test of Essential Academic Skills) test, which is required for all nursing programs, and I passed with flying colors! You don't know how excited I was just looking at my results! First, I got a text from my friend from school &amp;amp; he told me that the grades were finally posted up. When I logged onto the site, my initial feelings were "Eh, whatever I get is what I'll get, I have backup plans anyway." Then there it is, beautifully bolded in arial font (though it could've been verdana, I'm pretty sure it was, but let's keep it arial for universitality, hm? [I KNOW! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a loser!&lt;/span&gt; You don't need to tell me :) haha]). Hopefully, with that, I'd be able to get into the nursing program, I'm really hoping and praying for it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was okay. Just work, &amp;amp; then work again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the park afterwards &amp;amp; had some good company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALOHA AU IA OE JEFFREY PAULO Q. MENDOZA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freaking woohwooh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-5523822412260722917?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5523822412260722917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/5523822412260722917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/wirlessipagcard.html' title='wirlessipagcard.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-6852000495187849514</id><published>2008-12-28T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:55:34.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; so, it starts.</title><content type='html'>18 more days until Jeff comes back.&lt;div&gt;3 more days until the New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 more days until Jeff's 24th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm already starting to miss him. In fact, I've been missing him for quite awhile! Since 2 weeks ago! I'm being strong for the both of us and fighting off the tears, but I tend to let loose here and there. Random crying spells :( I already bought phone cards, so that in that way, when he does call, I can use it to greet him a Happy Birthday on January 2, &amp;amp; be able to talk to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Target today and bought him snacks before he left, and all of the other necessities (well, as much as I could provide, and as much as security would allow). Chips and kitkats in case he gets hungry on the plane/in the airport (especially since they're his fave!); band-aids, in case he hurts himself while playing basketball; lip balm, because he hates when his lips get chapped; tissues in case he wants to cry for me (jk) or if he has a bleedy nose (from plane elevation); a cute crayola toothbrush along with its own carrying case &amp;amp; toothpaste; &amp;amp; I think that's about it. I tried to get him as much as I could so that he'd be able to fit it into his backpack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, distance does make the heart grow fonder, but at the same time, I'm just really counting down the days until he returns. I miss him so much already :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for him and his family's safe flight to and from the Philippines everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you mahal &amp;amp; I'm praying for you everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be seeing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-6852000495187849514?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6852000495187849514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/6852000495187849514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-it-starts.html' title='&amp; so, it starts.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265625833298136156.post-7627901501451563497</id><published>2008-12-28T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:57:19.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lieu.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, I'm too lazy to make a new blog here, so just read the update I put up on xanga:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/whale_plus_platypus_is_love/"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/whale_plus_platypus_is_love/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265625833298136156-7627901501451563497?l=lyzanicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7627901501451563497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265625833298136156/posts/default/7627901501451563497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyzanicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/lieu.html' title='lieu.'/><author><name>Alyzzah Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167400097251589422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
