<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:51:05.437-08:00</updated><category term='book'/><category term='a day'/><title type='text'>Always Up To Something</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1208045147881258182</id><published>2010-04-08T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:27:08.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has really been a while since I've blogged. But anyway, right now I have a bad headache... and I'm just so moody. =( So last night I went to sleep around 12:20ish. I fell asleep around 12:40ish. Then around 1am, I woke up and I had the worst itch ever. It was all over my neck, scalp, some on my face and upper torso. It was like a burning itch and omg. I do not know how to even start describing it. Basically, it was THE WORST ITCH I'VE EVER HAD... I took some of anti-histamine that my doctor prescribed me. Then I put on as much lotion as possible all over my body. Those two things usually work (on small scale itches) but even after an hour, my itch did not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got to a point I had to wake my mom and dad up. I told them my problem and she took out my 2.5%hydro-cortisone cream and helped me put it all over the place that was itchy. Then she got me ice-packs and I just sat there with the ice-pack on my bare skin for about an hour. I started getting sleepy and the itch was residing so I decided to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know WHAT IT WAS, but it was really itchy. =( I mean can you imagine? Your body is so itchy to the point to have to wake up! It felt like a million fire ants biting me and my skin was like burning with itches. When I looked in the mirror...omg.. my skin was actually all red, bumpy and it felt really warm. =(  My mom called it "FongMok" (in cantonese) I don't know what that is and she didn't know how to explain it. She said I was probably too stressed out or had like an after-reaction from the fever I had 2 days ago. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late this morning and I had a really bad headache. =( I still have it. And I'm still not in a good mood. I was planning on going home and taking a nap and then doing my homework, but I realized that I have SAT class after school today. Awesome timing =.=" wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the bright side. I got 10 out of 10 for Wong's test. Aced it. I'm running for President in CSF and I'm pretty sure I'll win because no one is running against me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bumped in to Ms. Blewitt when I was walking to the restroom today. She was like Hi! And I was like Oh! Hi! Ms. Blewitt! =) Then she goes on to ask me really quickly, "Do you know Erika Saracho?" And I was like "Uh huh *nods head*" Ms. Blewitt was like, "She got into HARVARD &amp;amp; YALE! See! You can do ANYTHING!" *fist bump* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that made me feel better or worse. Right now I feel like I can't get into any good colleges with my present grades. Plus I don't do any sports like she does. It's not that I don't try, but I can't play American sports. I'm learning but I'm not good enough to get on any team. =.=" But the confidence she had in me made me a bit happier and she's such an awesome teacher.... so yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say anymore... I wish I could go home and rest. I don't feel like I can last until 5:15pm today sigh...and so much homework to do later. T___T headache... sigh....&lt;br /&gt;Days like this I really dislike school and myself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-1208045147881258182?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1208045147881258182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1208045147881258182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1208045147881258182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1208045147881258182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2010/04/itchy.html' title='Itchy'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-506596302618929258</id><published>2010-04-03T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:50:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Skit</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ACT No. 1&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="border: medium none ; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid black; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 4.7in;" width="451" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mark   11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jesus’   Triumphant Entry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; As &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; and his disciples   approached &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:city&gt;, they came to the towns   of Bethphage and Bethany on the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mount of Olives&lt;/st1:place&gt;.   Jesus sent &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;two of the   disciples&lt;/span&gt; on ahead. &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; “Go into that village over there,” he   told them. “As soon as you enter it, you will see a young &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;donkey&lt;/span&gt; tied there that   no one has ever ridden. Untie it and bring it here. &lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; If anyone   asks, ‘What are you doing?’ just say, ‘The Lord needs it and will return it   soon.’”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;The two disciples&lt;/span&gt; left   and found the donkey standing in the street, tied outside the front door. &lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;   As they were untying it, some &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;bystanders&lt;/span&gt; demanded, “What are you doing, untying that donkey?”   &lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; They said what Jesus had told them to say, and they were   permitted to take it. &lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; Then they brought the donkey to Jesus and   threw &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;their (disciple)&lt;/span&gt;   garments over it, and he sat on it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; Many in &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;the crowd&lt;/span&gt; spread their   garments on the road ahead of him, and others spread leafy branches they had   cut in the fields. &lt;sup&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; Jesus was in the center of the procession,   and the people all around him were shouting,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   “Praise God!&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark+11&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24619a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blessings on the one who comes in the   name of the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;sup&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; Blessings on the coming Kingdom of our ancestor David!&lt;br /&gt;        Praise God in highest heaven!”&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark+11&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24620b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;sup&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; So Jesus came   to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:city&gt; and went into the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. After looking   around carefully at everything, he left because it was late in the afternoon.   Then he returned to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bethany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;   with the twelve disciples.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Praise God in highest heaven!”&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+21&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-23809e" title="See footnote e"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;sup&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; The entire   city of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;   was in an uproar as he entered. “Who is this?” they asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;sup&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; And &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;the crowds&lt;/span&gt; replied,   “It’s Jesus, the prophet from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Nazareth&lt;/st1:city&gt; in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Galilee&lt;/st1:place&gt;.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: black black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1pt 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 369pt;" width="492" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Character : Play By&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Jesus&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;: Jenny&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Donkey&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Jeff&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Disciple 1&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: Joseph&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;Disciple 2&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Bystander :&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Waverly (multiple role)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;The Crowd :&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Michael, Waverly, Ho-On, Kelvin, Calvin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Stage Preparation:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Before the narrator begins   to tell the story, Jenny &amp;amp; Joseph and Jeff should stand behind the   pull-down screen. Joseph shall carry a jacket to be used as “the garment” to   be threw over the donkey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Jeff (Donkey) shall 10 ft   away from the screen and be on crawl position, on both hands and knee. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;When the narrator begins to   read out load, the cast begin to act.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Act&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No. 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="border: medium none ; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid black; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 4.7in;" width="451" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;The Last Supper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; On the first   day of the Festival of Unleavened Bread, the disciples came to Jesus and   asked, “Where do you want us to prepare the Passover meal for you?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; “As you go   into the city,” he told them, “you will see a certain man. Tell him, ‘The   Teacher says: My time has come, and I will eat the Passover meal with my   disciples at your house.’” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; So the disciples did as Jesus told them and prepared the   Passover meal there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; (Start acting here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; When it was   evening, &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;   sat down at the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2026&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24047c" title="See footnote c"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; with the twelve &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;disciples&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2026&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24047d" title="See footnote d"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; While they were eating, he said, “I tell you the truth, one of   you will betray me.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Greatly   distressed, each one asked in turn, “Am I the one, Lord?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; He replied,   “One of you who has just eaten from this bowl with me will betray me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; For the Son   of Man must die, as the Scriptures declared long ago. But how terrible it   will be for the one who betrays him. It would be far better for that man if   he had never been born!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Judas,&lt;/span&gt; the one who   would betray him, also asked, “Rabbi, am I the one?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;   And   Jesus told him, “You have said it.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; As they were   eating, Jesus took some &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;bread&lt;/span&gt;   and blessed it. Then he broke it in pieces and gave it to the disciples,   saying, “Take this and eat it, for this is my body.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; And he took a   cup of wine and gave thanks to God for it. He gave it to them and said, “Each   of you drink from it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; for this is my blood, which confirms the covenant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2026&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24055e" title="See footnote e"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; between God and his people. It is poured out as a sacrifice to   forgive the sins of many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Mark my words—I will not drink wine again until the day I drink   it new with you in my Father’s Kingdom.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then they   sang a hymn and went out to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mount of Olives&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; On the way,   Jesus told them, “Tonight all of you will desert me. For the Scriptures say, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;   ‘God   will strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2026&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24058f" title="See footnote f"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; the Shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;        and the sheep of the flock will be   scattered.’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; But after I   have been raised from the dead, I will go ahead of you to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Galilee&lt;/st1:place&gt;   and meet you there.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt; declared, “Even   if everyone else deserts you, I will never desert you.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Jesus   replied, “I tell you the truth, &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;—this very night, before the &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;rooster crows&lt;/span&gt;, you will deny three times   that you even know me.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; “No!” Peter   insisted. “Even if I have to die with you, I will never deny you!” And all   the other disciples vowed the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: black black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1pt 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 4.45in;" width="427" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Character : Play By&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;:   Jenny&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;Peter&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:   Joseph&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;Disciple : Michael&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Judas&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Waverly&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;Disciple : Ho-Oh&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disciple&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;:   Kelvin&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;Disciple :   Calvin&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disciple&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: Jeff&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stage Preparation:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While the narrator read from verse 17 to verse 19, all   cast members shall get these items ready: A small table, plastic toys (food   stuffs), a loft of real bread and an empty cup. Get ready to enter into the   stage area and quickly set up the table, with food stuffs and each assume   his/her position like what you see in Leonardo Da Vinci painting – The Last   Supper, as soon as the narrator signal you to do so.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus should be in the middle with Peter at his right and   John on his left. Judas shall be in front of him, at the opposite side of the   table. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jenny shall use the read bread when “break the bread” and   pass it around.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Act No. 3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="border: medium none ; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid black; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 4.7in;" width="451" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Jesus Prays in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gethsemane&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; went with them to   the olive grove called &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gethsemane&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and he   said, “Sit here while I go over there to pray.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; He took &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt; and Zebedee’s two   sons, &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;James and John&lt;/span&gt;,   and he became anguished and distressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; He told them,   “My soul is crushed with grief to the point of death. Stay here and keep   watch with me.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; He went on a   little farther and bowed with his face to the ground, praying, “My Father! If   it is possible, let this cup of suffering be taken away from me. Yet I want   your will to be done, not mine.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then he   returned to the disciples and found them asleep. He said to Peter, “Couldn’t   you watch with me even one hour? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Keep watch and pray, so that you will not give in to   temptation. For the spirit is willing, but the body is weak!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then Jesus   left them a second time and prayed, “My Father! If this cup cannot be taken   away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2026&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24069g" title="See footnote g"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; unless I drink it, your will be done.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; When he   returned to them again, he found them sleeping, for they couldn’t keep their   eyes open. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; So he went to   pray a third time, saying the same things again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then he came   to the disciples and said, “Go ahead and sleep. Have your rest. But look—the   time has come. The Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Up, let’s be   going. Look, my betrayer is here!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Jesus Is Betrayed and Arrested&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; And even as   Jesus said this, Judas, one of the twelve disciples, arrived with temple   guard armed with swords and clubs. They had been sent by the leading priests   and elders of the people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; The traitor, Judas, had given them a prearranged signal: “You   will know which one to arrest when I greet him with a kiss.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; So Judas came   straight to Jesus. “Greetings, Rabbi!” he exclaimed and gave him the kiss. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Jesus said,   “My friend, go ahead and do what you have come for.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;   Then   the others grabbed Jesus and arrested him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; But one of   the men with Jesus pulled out his sword and struck the high priest’s slave,   slashing off his ear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; “Put away   your sword,” Jesus told him. “Those who use the sword will die by the sword. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Don’t you   realize that I could ask my Father for thousands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2026&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24080h" title="See footnote h"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; of angels to protect us, and he would send them instantly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; But if I did,   how would the Scriptures be fulfilled that describe what must happen now?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: black black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1pt 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 4.45in;" width="427" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Character : Play By&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;:   Waverly&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;Peter&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Michael&lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;: Vanessa&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;James : Joseph&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Judas&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Jenny&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;    &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Guard&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; : Ho-On&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;    &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Guard&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: Jeff&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Disciple&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: Kelvin&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;Disciple : Calvin&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Stage Preparation:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;All cast members get ready   at the corner. As soon as the narrator begins to read out loud, you each play   the role being read.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ACT No. 4&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="border: medium none ; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid black; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 4.95in;" width="475" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; And they   brought &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; to   a place called &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Golgotha&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; They offered   him wine drugged with myrrh, but he refused it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then the &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;soldiers&lt;/span&gt; nailed him to   the cross. They divided his clothes and threw dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24819c" title="See footnote c"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; to decide who would get each piece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; It was nine   o’clock in the morning when they crucified him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; A sign was   fastened to the cross, announcing the charge against him. It read, “The King   of the Jews.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Two revolutionaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24822d" title="See footnote d"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24822e" title="See footnote e"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; The &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;leading priests and teachers   of religious&lt;/span&gt; law also mocked Jesus. “He saved others,” they scoffed,   “but he can’t save himself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Let this Messiah, this King of Israel, come down from the cross   so we can see it and believe him!” Even the men who were crucified with Jesus   ridiculed him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;The Death of Jesus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; At noon,   darkness fell across the whole land until three o’clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then at three   o’clock Jesus called out with a loud voice, &lt;i&gt;“Eloi, Eloi, lema   sabachthani?”&lt;/i&gt; which means “My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24828f" title="See footnote f"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then Jesus   uttered another loud cry and breathed his last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; And the   curtain in the sanctuary of the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;   was torn in two, from top to bottom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; When the &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24833g" title="See footnote g"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; who stood facing him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24833h" title="See footnote h"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; saw how he had died, he exclaimed, “This man truly was the Son   of God!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Some women   were there, watching from a distance, including &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Magdalene, Mary&lt;/span&gt; (the mother of James the younger and of Joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24834i" title="See footnote i"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;), and Salome. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;The Burial of Jesus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; This all   happened on Friday, the day of preparation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24836j" title="See footnote j"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; the day before the Sabbath. As evening approached, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Joseph of Arimathea&lt;/span&gt;   took a risk and went to Pilate and asked for Jesus’ body.) so &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Pilate&lt;/span&gt; told Joseph he   could have the body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Joseph bought a long sheet of linen cloth. Then he took Jesus’   body down from the cross, wrapped it in the cloth, and laid it in a tomb that   had been carved out of the rock. Then he rolled a stone in front of the   entrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Mary   Magdalene&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;   the mother of Joseph saw where Jesus’ body was laid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: black black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1pt 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 4.95in;" width="475" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Character : Play By&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;:   Michael&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Mary &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Waverly&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mary Magdalene: Vanessa&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Joseph of Arimathea: Joseph&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soldier&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Jenny&lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;Soldier: Ho-On&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Religious Leader   who mock Jesus: Jeff&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pilate&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jeff&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;(Multiple role)&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disciple&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;:   Kelvin&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;Disciple :   Calvin&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Stage Preparation:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Get the the wooden cross in   Room 2 where we usually have our Sunday school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Act No. 5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="border: medium none ; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid black; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 4.95in;" width="475" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;The Resurrection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Early on Sunday   morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=MAtthew%2028&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24169a" title="See footnote a"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; as the new day was dawning, &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Mary Magdalene&lt;/span&gt; and the other &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; went out to visit   the tomb. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Suddenly there was a   great earthquake! For an &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;   of the Lord came down from heaven, rolled aside the stone, and sat on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; His face shone like   lightning, and his clothing was as white as snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; The &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;guards&lt;/span&gt; shook with fear   when they saw him, and they fell into a dead faint. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then the angel spoke   to the women. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I know you are looking for Jesus,   who was crucified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead, just as he said would   happen. Come, see where his body was lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; And now, go quickly   and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead, and he is going ahead   of you to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Galilee&lt;/st1:place&gt;. You will see him there.   Remember what I have told you.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; The women ran quickly   from the tomb. They were very frightened but also filled with great joy, and   they rushed to give the disciples the angel’s message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; And as they went, &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; met them and   greeted them. And they ran to him, grasped his feet, and worshiped him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then Jesus   said to them, “Don’t be afraid! Go tell my brothers to leave for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Galilee&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and they will see me there.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;The Great Commission&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Then the   eleven disciples left for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Galilee&lt;/st1:place&gt;, going to   the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; When they saw   him, they worshiped him—but some of them doubted! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Jesus came   and told his disciples, “I have been given all authority in heaven and on   earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=MAtthew%2028&amp;amp;version=NLT#fen-NLT-24187b" title="See footnote b"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the   Holy Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given   you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: black black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1pt 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 4.95in;" width="475" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Character : Play By&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;:Joseph&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;Mary &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Waverly&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mary Magdalene: Vanessa&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Peter: Michael&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Jenny&lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;James: Ho-On&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Angel: Jeff&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guard&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;:   Kelvin&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;Disciple :   Calvin&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stage   Preparation:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;None. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Start acting out your role as the narrator read out loud&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-506596302618929258?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/506596302618929258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=506596302618929258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/506596302618929258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/506596302618929258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-skit.html' title='Sunday Skit'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-74191864360779281</id><published>2010-02-02T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:43:42.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decathlon: Part 1</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am done with 3 subjects: speech, interviews &amp;amp; essay! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say about them, but overall I think the team did well.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone made time and we all liked our essay topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speech - Okay, it was not my best &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interview - Awweeesomee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Essay - I loved it! haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think overall I did all right. =) I'm pretty happy about it and I'm glad that we've done 3 and only 7 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and yesterday, our administrator for Decathlon - My Trotters came in during our 6th period and told us...that he had set up a pep rally for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never expected anything. I mean, pep rallies are usually for football jocks. Even the basketball and volleyball teams don't get one. I was like WOW. I don't even watch the pep rallies. LOL. Ironic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during lunch today, we went down to the grassy flag pole area. The cheerleaders were all ready and started cheering and stuff. Then they had an "L" formation. (L for Lincoln!!!) They called out our names and we had to run through their L formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ran through it, it was pretty scary. There were all these people I didn't know and they had their pom-poms in my face. &gt;.&lt; Then some random girl was put a necklace candy around me. Then I walked out of the formation. I was like clueless on where to walk to so I just walked back to where I was originally standing. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're special! Pep rally for nerds! xD Nice... haha I hope this gets more people to join Acadeca. =) We need more team member for next year's team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part 2 of decathlon is this week! We're going to be testing on the 7 other subjects and doing relay! I'm excited for the relay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-74191864360779281?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/74191864360779281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=74191864360779281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/74191864360779281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/74191864360779281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2010/02/decathlon-part-1.html' title='Decathlon: Part 1'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6329237145040744508</id><published>2010-02-02T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:32:25.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Adrian,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://veryadrian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dear Adrian,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my poem that you posted. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Remember my old blog?&lt;br /&gt;You were reading it and you liked the poem I wrote so much&lt;br /&gt;that you asked me if you could save it.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you remember it was my poem?!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;That's kinda heart-breaking....JK~&lt;br /&gt;*CRIES*&lt;br /&gt;I think....&lt;br /&gt;idk actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YES..&lt;br /&gt;that is my poem Adrian...&lt;br /&gt;go to my old blog and look it up..&lt;br /&gt;it is there..&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;At least put my name there.. rofl...&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote that poem,&lt;br /&gt;I was putting so much of myself into it.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;just so you knooooww~&lt;br /&gt;And didn't you save a few of my poems?&lt;br /&gt;How many more of my poems do you have?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-6329237145040744508?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6329237145040744508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6329237145040744508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6329237145040744508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6329237145040744508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-adrian.html' title='Dear Adrian,'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-3403112304673860201</id><published>2010-01-29T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:30:57.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition Tmr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, the day has come!&lt;br /&gt;All that studying, complaining, preparation, meetings, after-school sessions... the day has now come!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is my Interview &amp;amp; Interview/Impromptu &amp;amp; Essay competition.&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday, is when I take my other 7 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ms. Crabtree made an announcement about our competitio. She said our names and everything. lol... Then during our 4th period, she came in to give us these encouragement cards. It was really cute. =) And definitely encouraging. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it. So, I'm kinda excited, nervous and scared. I feel like I will do well, but the thought of messing up scares me too &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish myself and all my team mates the best! JIA YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Lets go win some medals.. and possibly... money.. LOL&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/941182095692441307-3403112304673860201?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/3403112304673860201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=3403112304673860201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3403112304673860201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3403112304673860201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2010/01/competition-tmr.html' title='Competition Tmr'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8848980701413328729</id><published>2010-01-19T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:55:29.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's raining really hard today. So, obviously, its really cold, wet and windy. I'm wearing my AcaDeca jacket because it is so thick and warm &lt;3 I love it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it rained because I miss the rain, but what I don't like is that it is cold. Whenever it rains in Malaysia, it is refreshing not cold. Malaysia is a hot tropical country, so whenever the rain comes we're really happy because it cools everything down. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, on the other hand, you catch colds and get pneumonia. Aiya. I am sneezing and my nose is runny. It is so annoying. arghhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home, stay in bed and sleeeeeeep. Weather like these just make you wanna hug someone and snuggle up. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what makes me laugh? - How Americans freak out when it rains. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Right now in my class, people are like freaking out that it is raining. I find it funny, but we can't blame them. It rarely rains here in California. lol Whereas, in Malaysia it rains almost everyday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8848980701413328729?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8848980701413328729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8848980701413328729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8848980701413328729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8848980701413328729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2010/01/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-3347084754094161621</id><published>2010-01-12T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:40:49.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Zen~</title><content type='html'>I wanted to name this post "Random Stuff" again... but then I was like... "How boring!" So I thoughts I wanted to name it something different but keep the meaning. Thus, I came up with the word "ZEN!" Yay~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school has started... but I don't feel ready to go back right now... =( I just wanna go home and sleep or something... bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got a hair cut on Sunday and I really like it. xD But I want the back to be shorter, yup... but oh well.. its good. Jerry really did recommend a really good hairstylist... I have to thank him on Friday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleeeeeeeeepiieee &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... I can't wait for Martin Luther King Jr. Day... we get a day off! YESSSS more sleep!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to listen to music... but my ipod is dead.. and Chiara has my earphones and I forgot to bring my USB... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm seriously sleepy... gona stop writing this random post with basically nothing in it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-3347084754094161621?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/3347084754094161621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=3347084754094161621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3347084754094161621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3347084754094161621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-zen.html' title='Being Zen~'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8595978860136239499</id><published>2010-01-04T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:59:28.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCBC Winter Retreat: Extreme Makeover</title><content type='html'>On the second last Sunday night of 2009, I was talking to Sammy online. We were talking about how we finally got to meet up with each other after not seeing each other for 2 months! He was busy with work and family; I had school and school... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Christmas dinner with Fongyi's and Small Group. =) It was great. I just love being with them all. I felt like I was part of that family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to our conversation. Sammy told me about how he wouldn't be at Fongyi's the following Friday. I was disappointed because I wouldn't get to see him till the week after. It happened that he was going to his church's youth group's retreat - FCBC-YF. A lot of my friends go to YF, most of the basketball players at least. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him I was pretty sad I wouldn't get to see him. I wouldn't get my guitar lessons from him! Then out of the blue, he asked me if I would like to go. I was like REALLY?! I can go? Are you sure? And he was so confident about it and said yes. I was pretty excited. He told me that my neighbors (Vicky &amp;amp; Becky) were going too. =) I asked my parents the very next day if I could go.  They were not hesitant at all. They just said yes. xD I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanted to bring my brother along, but my dad told me to bring my sister instead. She's never been to any camp/ retreat. My brother has. So, he said to give my sister a chance. I'd be able to take care of her too. haha. I didn't mind who'd go with me. I won't bring two though. I don't think I can handle and take care of them both. So one at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My packing was so last minute. LOL. I did everything at night and in the morning. But it was all cool~ I brought everything I need. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Uncle James picked us up around 9:30 am and drove us to church. I was so excited. I walked around the gym and outside the gym, then to Water Plus, then back to church and waited for Sammy outside. While I was waiting, I saw other people there that I knew or have seen around before. Daisy, Amy, Zi, Quan, Yvonne, Jennifer, Jack, Alex... There was a lot of people... There's more, but I don't remember them all. HAHA  And OF COURSE~ I met a lot of new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left church around 11am after a devotion. I was in a van with Audrey, Sammy,Vicky, Becky, Julie, Jenny, Danny and Peter. We stopped by the Figueroa McDonald's for lunch. Yum~ I had to fight with Audrey for the ice-cream I bought her. LOL It's okay~ We're cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was pretty short. Not that bad. Only about 90minutes. We arrived at Frazier Park Camp AREV around like, 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm just going to put down our schedule. Way easier! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thurs -- Dec 31, 09&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00pm Arrival to Camp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:15pm Orientation &amp;amp; Cabin Assignments&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm Unload/Unpack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm Dinner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm Praise &amp;amp; Worship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm Evening Message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00pm Cabin Sharing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00pm Snacks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00pm Countdown ...2010!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00pm Lights Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Fri-- Jan 1, 10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00am Rise &amp;amp; Shine!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30am Breakfast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15am Devotion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00am Worship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30am Morning Message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 Break&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 Lunch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 Play in snow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 Free time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 Dinner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00pm Praise &amp;amp; Worship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm Evening Message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm Cabin Sharing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00pm Snacks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00pm Lights Out&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat-- Jan 2, 10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00am Rise &amp;amp; Shine!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30am Breakfast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15am Devotion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00am Worship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30am Morning Message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 Break&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 Lunch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 Group Picture/ Games&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 Free time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 Dinner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7:00pm Praise &amp;amp; Worship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7:30pm Evening Message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8:30pm Cabin Sharing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9:30pm Testimonies &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:45am Snacks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00am Lights out! @_@&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri-- Jan 3, 10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00am Rise &amp;amp; Shine!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45am Pack &amp;amp; Clean Cabin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am Devotion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30am Worship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45am Closing Remarks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 Clean up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12:00 Departure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 Arrive at Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... I'll talk about the few best parts of camp =)&lt;br /&gt;The count down was awesome. It was my first time celebrating it away from home though. I was with my sister and friends so it was all cool ^_^ I was playing bananagrams with Vicky, Becky and Sammy right before the count down. When the countdown started, you could see everyone stop what they were doing and started counting down. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the snow was enjoyable to me because my sister was having fun after keeping to herself so much. I guess she wasn't used to the environment and people. When I saw her make her snowman with Cheryl I was so glad she was having fun =) I threw snowballs at people... specifically Sammy, Alex and Amy. LOL Sammy was funny to look at. His lips were pink (I'm jealous). So were his ears and cheeks. HAHAHA It was like so cold when I touched his ears LMAO and he was all like "OOooo so warm!!" LOL Alex was even nicer, he didnt have gloves, so he was freezing his hands off. He did the smartest thing and stuck his freezing arms into the back of Sammy's shirt! LOL Sammy's expression was priceless! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second day's cabin sharing, Aunty Penny (the person in charge of our cabin) said something that just caught my attention. Amy asked the question, "What if I'm really successful and God tells me to go to some place in Africa or something?" She said it in a really "I don't want to do something like that tone." Aunty Penny gave a really good answer she said, "Don't you trust God to tell you to do something that you will enjoy? Why would your father who loves you give you something you don't like?" I thought about that, and it is so true. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-time during my third day was awesome. Sammy wanted to make his "cross necklace." He found sticks and I was about to put it together. BUT OMG~ Just when I was like done, he changes his mind and wants to make a lanyard~ After forever, well actually more when it was finally 4pm, he was done and happy with his cross lanyard. Then we walked around the cabin area like more than 10 times. We had a really good conversation about like EVERYTHING LOL. Yup~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimonies were a long long long time. Yes all the way till 2am. My sister was tired so I got her to go to bed early. I sat there with Sammy and I listened to all those testimonies. It was really good. My butt actually started to hurt for sitting in one spot for so long. LOL Sammy kept telling me to go up say something, but I had nothing to say so.. oh well. lol He went up though, it was really inspiring, he always is. ^_^ I was listening to the last testimony when I God started talking to me. Yeah yeah, I sound crazy, but I don't care what people think. It was the most amazing thing during the whole retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day there wasn't much to do. So yeah, that's all I'm going to talk about. =D&lt;br /&gt;I might edit if I have more to say. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sammy! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8595978860136239499?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8595978860136239499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8595978860136239499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8595978860136239499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8595978860136239499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2010/01/fcbc-winter-retreat-extreme-makeover.html' title='FCBC Winter Retreat: Extreme Makeover'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7415073380742018544</id><published>2010-01-04T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:53:15.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009-2010</title><content type='html'>Well, everyone was reflecting on 2009. I didn't get a chance to because I was out of town on the last day of 2009. I went to a Church Winter Retreat. I have to say that was one of the best experiences of my 2009. I ended 2009 with God and started 2010 with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I will not blog about my Big Bear trip. I'd rather blog about this retreat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first a reflection on 2009. I have to say it was a good year. There was ups and downs, but the UPs would overshadow the downs. =) I started out 2009 by going to Big Bear with my family. I was really nice. It was my first "official" time seeing snow. Apparently, I saw snow as a baby, but as we all know IT DOESN'T COUNT! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was about the time I started to get to know Adrian! ^_^ Yes, Adrian, it was pretty weird how we started talking. *cough*cough* ;P You started out sooo quiet. SO QUIET. But you're like so random too now. haha. Talking, chatting, texting... bleh... everything.. ROFL... with you was fun. We talked about everything~ Fuunnaayy =3  I like your most overly used IM facial expression. I'm glad I could be a part of your 2009 that made it great. You were a part of my 2009 that made it awesome too. =) I like how you listen to my AP Bio jokes. I'm so lame. Most people (outside of AP Bio) wouldn't get it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the AP Bio exam. I got a SHOCKING 5! That's the highest grade you can get on the AP exams. I couldn't believe it. Wow, I shocked myself. I did work very hard and that reward paid off. =) I'm so proud of it. Yes, and it makes me want to work harder to get more 5s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer was really quiet. I went to summer school. I had Christiano for health and Viramontes for life skills. That was a facepalm summer. But its okay, I got through it! I finished those requirements! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about summer was getting an opportunity to learn how to play the guitar. I can't thank Sammy enough for teaching me. I feel so passionate when I play the guitar, like I can never get tired of it. Even though it hurts my fingers so much. LOL Well, its okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. I have callous on the tips of my fingers now. hahaha. I feel like guitar is my second chance. It's to make up for dropping piano. I've been playing for a little over 4 months now. And I am proud to say Sammy is a great teacher because I now lead for some worship session in church. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then school started. It was awesome. I got all the classes I wanted. It was really busy and hectic. It still is and will be. Lol. I have Academic Decathlon and I have a love-hate relationship with it. HAHA. But anyway, everything has been going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Big Bear again. Second time. This time was awesome. It actually snowed when my family was up there. It was amazing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I concluded my year with the Church Winter Retreat that Sammy invited me too. =) I have so much to say about it. So, I shall make it a separate post. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010 everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone will have an even better year. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-7415073380742018544?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7415073380742018544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7415073380742018544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7415073380742018544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7415073380742018544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-2010.html' title='2009-2010'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1290384427897225305</id><published>2009-12-20T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:30:35.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break: Start</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a great mood... not just because I'm eating Haagan Dazs Green Tea ice-cream right now. It is Winter Break. Oh yes~ the break we have all been looking forward to. We're all at the edge of dying and winter break is our "recovery period." Hahaha. Anyway, I shall now blog about my last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st period - Vocab test. I aced it. xD De Pauw gave meh an A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd period - We had a short lecture from Wong, then he gave out presents. It was a ruler with all the US presidents (even Obama). Then we got cookies! It was tasty! =) After that, I helped hand out Secret Santa present. =) It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd period - We watched the movie UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th period - We continued watching UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th period - There was a BBQ, but I didn't want to go. So I went to Zapata's class. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th period - Acadeca, I practiced some impromptus. I had horrible topics. One of them was "You have just won a beauty pageant, give a speech." something like that. I was like *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda lazy.  I don't want to blog about when I got what and the whole day....it will be too long and there is too much to talk about. So I shall just list it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bag that said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"NERDS F#CK@NG RULE!"  &lt;/span&gt;true to that! From Jenn &lt;3&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cookies + Ruler&lt;/span&gt; from Mr. Wong... YUMMY~ thank you =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panda &amp;amp; Nail Polish&lt;/span&gt; from Michelle Yu.. Yu are awesome! Thank you ^_^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.A.C. eyeliner &lt;/span&gt;from Rene. OMGOSH THANK YOU!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cookies&lt;/span&gt; from Bernadette! delicious~ thank you ;P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red T-shirt&lt;/span&gt; from Mr. Luu~ thankkk youuu too! xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty flower &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;necklace &lt;/span&gt;from Phan! I LOVE IT! &lt;3&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Webcam &lt;/span&gt;from Yong! Thannnkk youuu *hug*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I got so many presents =) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-1290384427897225305?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1290384427897225305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1290384427897225305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1290384427897225305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1290384427897225305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-break-start.html' title='Winter Break: Start'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-233171506278592510</id><published>2009-12-16T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:33:58.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beanbagcentral.com/ccosas/wwwgifs/promise/promise1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beanbagcentral.com/ccosas/wwwgifs/promise/promise1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.beanbagcentral.com/ccosas/wwwgifs/promise/promise1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beanbagcentral.com/ccosas/wwwgifs/promise/promise2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.beanbagcentral.com/ccosas/wwwgifs/promise/promise2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beanbagcentral.com/ccosas/wwwgifs/promise/promise3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.beanbagcentral.com/ccosas/wwwgifs/promise/promise3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beanbagcentral.com/ccosas/wwwgifs/promise/promise4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.beanbagcentral.com/ccosas/wwwgifs/promise/promise4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-233171506278592510?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/233171506278592510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=233171506278592510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/233171506278592510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/233171506278592510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-letter.html' title='A Love Letter'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7517005847874202975</id><published>2009-12-15T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:44:31.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was going through my friends blogs and I realize that quite a few of them had the same "theme"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought it was quite interesting how so many people were talking about hope. Then it made me think about hope in my life. I reflected a bit on my life and I saw how important hope has been to me. Through my ups and downs and even up till now, I hope is one of those things I move forward  for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a beautiful thing to have, Hope. No matter how down and out you are, hope is that small hole with streams of light coming through when its dark everywhere. And I know many of my friends are not religious, but many are as well. So, I say to my friends who are... I&lt;br /&gt;am glad how God gives me hope everyday in my life. No matter how big or small. A lot of it is probably Grace as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I cried so hard when I got my math test back I had my friends to hug and comfort me. Then I still go on crying and Yong just sat next to me and told me he'd help me with my math. I just took a test just now. I probably failed.... again.... but I think I got it a bit better because Yong helped me the day before. xD Like Jenn's posts would say... Yong GMH. lol yup Terima Kasih ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are disasters that happen and I feel like I can't move on in life. When you think that you're going to loose your family and you start to lose yourself. You cry so much to the point you can't cry anymore and you just can't express how much grief there is within you. You can literally feel your heart being ripped apart and the veins in your body turn cold. I remember seeing a face I loved to much with so much pain and agony. It was so hard to look at and that image stains your memory. But then I remember I even though I felt like that, I could still stay calm and composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was my hope, the one God gave me. People think I am crazy and ask me how I know it's from God. I don't know how to explain. It's just something you experience to understand. It's pretty extraordinary and quite literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are some petty feelings like homesickness. But when I look around me and see the new friends that I have made. I feel a bit better, like I can somehow cope with it. A lot of times I feel left out in a lot of things because like one of my friend calls it, I am a "tainted ABC/FOB." Not a "true ABC" for having lived overseas. Not a "true FOB" for not being born overseas. But Then I think about how ridiculous it is I laugh. I ask myself why we call each other these things when we are all the same - ASIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, class is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMH.&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/941182095692441307-7517005847874202975?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7517005847874202975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7517005847874202975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7517005847874202975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7517005847874202975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/12/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7689371857016142151</id><published>2009-12-09T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:12:02.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't have much to say about today. Actually, I just don't want to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do want to say thank you to all my friends. I know it's way past Thanksgiving, but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paula&lt;/span&gt; for today. I don't know if you read blogs or even mine. lol But thanks for being there for me today. =) I'm sorry I just started crying out of nowhere. I did not intend to. I just wanted a hug but I ended up sobbing. &gt;.&lt; Thanks for listening. Sorry to keep you from going wherever it is you had to go. You're awesome though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bernadette&lt;/span&gt; for sticking with me like always. Since 9th grade all the way till now. I really treasure our friendship. I enjoyed 3rd period in freshman year and you were one of those people who made it great! I love all the stuff you make and make. It's full of homemade love. Whenever I'm with you I feel like I have a best friend. It's a nice feeling. You're really awesome and caring. You take care of me always. I am especially glad you're with me in Acadeca. I think if you were not in Acadeca, I would go insane. You know, I'm glad if you get my spot in Acadeca. I'd support you and help you all the way because you do that for me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily!&lt;/span&gt; The person I treat like my big sister. I annoy you and you still tolerate me. Haha. Thank you very much. You take care of me too. Give me lots of advice. Tell me not to go crazy by taking a bunch of AP classes. lol. I like all the drama's you introduce me too. AND I LOVE YOUR STORIES! #1 FAN RIGHT HERE! LOL Glad you're my friend ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt; =) Haha. It's so funny how our friendship started. XD I'm glad I got to know you. I enjoy talking to you. Sorry we don't talk as often now. We're both busy with school now. You kept me company a lot. =) You're like a big brother sort of person to me. ^_^ *poke* Thanks for always listening to the weirdest and most random things I have to say. I like how you talk more now. haha =3 and I like you're most over-used expression. It is so cute. xD Thank you =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alan!&lt;/span&gt; COACH! Thank you for teaching me basketball...somewhat... LOL At least, I now know the proper way to shoot a hoop. Thanks for being there when I'm HIGHHHHHH and down in the dumps. xD You are like so freakinngg coooolllliiooo... xD Thanks for the food, lunch, rides... yup... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong and Rey~&lt;/span&gt; I just can't separate you two. It seems like if you guys are not put together, its not complete. HAHA. Thank you guys for always cracking me up. Whenever I'm sad I look for you guys. You two don't really know it, because I don't show it, but you guys cheer me up all the time. Your stupid jokes make me laugh so hard I forget whatever it was I was sad or angry about. =D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rey&lt;/span&gt; thank you for keeping me company and sitting next to me last year in Math Analysis. Haha. Dude, I really like the story you wrote for our project last year. HAHA I still laugh when I think about it. xD &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yong&lt;/span&gt;. Well, thanks for always making me laugh too. Even when I barely knew you. Thanks for always trying to help me out. I really appreciate it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Julie!!!&lt;/span&gt; =P Thanks for just hanging out and being there! It's awesome that you're funny and really energetic =D Sometimes, friends like you don't need to say much. We don't need to hang out much after school. Just the fact that you're there is great~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, there are way more people I can thank. But I need to do homework now. I still love all the people I didn't name!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-7689371857016142151?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7689371857016142151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7689371857016142151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7689371857016142151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7689371857016142151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6878355369280523684</id><published>2009-12-07T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:24:21.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Colder</title><content type='html'>It's getting colder and colder now. It actually rained today. I'm happy because I miss the rain. It's not the same though. In Malaysia, it always rains after a really really hot day. Over here, it rains when it is really cold. How funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means I have to wear more clothes =.=" Annoying. I like how I can just walk around in T-shirts, or even a spaghetti strap, and shorts in Malaysia and NEVER catch a cold. Over here, the cold weather makes your body more prone to getting sick. In fact, everywhere I go, someone is sick. EEK. I don't want to get sick! But at the same time, I kind of do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish I could sleep. Whenever it is rainy, I feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cold.&lt;br /&gt;You have a warm bed.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna snuggle up under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds awesome huh? I think that's what I will do when I get home today. Sleep right away. Too bad that will mean skipping dinner with family T_T" but I have so much homework today and Chapter 20 AP US test tmr. MUST STUDY! Book Report due tomorrow! AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be winter break already. I want to go to Big Bear. I want to spend time with my family! and watch old family videos! III caaann't waaaittt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-6878355369280523684?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6878355369280523684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6878355369280523684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6878355369280523684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6878355369280523684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-colder.html' title='Getting Colder'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-3756579152813181425</id><published>2009-12-03T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:50:29.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yeah, I feel like I'm dying. I stay up till like 2am or longer every night and that is suppose to be like "normal." But I feel really tired. I think that if I didn't have Acadeca I wouldn't stay up so late and I would get better grades. It really is sucking the life out of me. I have to stay after school everyday and when I get home I have to do way more homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah I know a lot of people have 3 AP classes too, but I want to maintain As in my AP classes. Right now I am not doing so well in Calculus. I really want to bring it up, at least to a solid B this semester and a solid A next semester. AP US I don't get much time to read the chapters nowadays. AP English, I haven't even started on my 300 page book report that is like due in 5 days. It's okay though, I've read the book before. I just need to pick out quotes and comment on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning, I woke up and I was really tired and sad. I didn't finish review chapter 17-19 for my unit test for AP US today. =( The first thing I told my mommy was that I felt like dropping Acadeca. I know deep down inside I don't want to but then I'm super sad that my other grades are falling too. T_T She started to tell me not to give up and everything. Then I started crying. =( My first time crying over not doing as well as I want to in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me I am crazy to cry over a one C and 2 Bs in my report card, but they don't get it. I work so hard and I get those grades?! It really pisses a person off. It makes them want to work harder. I want to work harder but I don't have the time to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay after school everyday and I barely have time to study for my SAT that I will be taking this Saturday. It's really depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not a genius.&lt;br /&gt;Just an average person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I work super hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I don't have the brains some people have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have the ability to memorize like some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of people don't even try and they get things really easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to put in like...&lt;br /&gt;tonnes of work just to get what they get. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel really stupid sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like I'm not cut out for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only reason I don't want to do horrible, is because I don't want to be like when I was in elementary and ignore my school work completely. It was like nothing to me. Some people still don't believe that I was an F student. I don't believe that I'm an A student right now. But I slap myself and I realize it is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I like Acadeca a lot, but when I look at my grades, it just breaks me. I feel the determination in me to do better and reach for my goal. But I don't have the time to do it. I ask myself how I am going to make the time. I already sacrifice hours and hours of sleep. My Saturdays are all-day homework days. My Sundays are church in the morning and the rest of the day is homework time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs skins have a sickly pale color. It's not even funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't even play sports or just go out for a jog. I miss going out and just sitting in the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't even eat with my family during dinner. I sleep or do homework instead of eat with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now Waverly? What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-3756579152813181425?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/3756579152813181425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=3756579152813181425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3756579152813181425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3756579152813181425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/12/dying-slowly.html' title='Dying Slowly'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8212392016365690802</id><published>2009-11-29T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:18:42.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankgiving + Black Friday + Saturday</title><content type='html'>Here's the run down for all 3 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My mom didn't let us eat the whole day. She said if we really couldn't handle NOT eating for half a day, she'd let us eat porridge and nothing else. LOL So yes, my mom starved us for half a day. Only because she got a lot of good food for us for dinner! haha. It was really good. I help her in the kitchen. Yup. After that, we watched a movie and then I had food coma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Turkey + lots of food = no insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had some crazy friends who went to the mall 4 in the morning. I don't really have anything that I want that bad to wake up 4 in the morning and wait in long lines. My mom and I went to Ross instead. It wasn't packed like we expected it to be, but then again, Black Friday people want cheap electronics and branded stuff. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found this really really nice long sleeved shirt and jacket. I reallyyyyy like it, but I have to share it with my sister. hehe. I don't mind though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, after that, my mom went to pick up Karen and Yong. Then she drove us to Fongyi's house. We did the usual but we had a special dinner at the Golden Coast Buffet. Gosh I ate so much. HAHA It was good though ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Saturday (Today) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My bro and I went to Rey's house in the afternoon.Rey, Janice, Yong, Julie, Paula, Maggie, Joseph (my bro!) and I were there.  We basically played with Yong's Xbox the whole time we were there. When we weren't we were eating Rey's addiction - KFC. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My bro was pwning everybody most of the time in Halo 3. I was the total opposite of him. I kept dying. He kept killing everyone. LOL My bro - 25kills, Me - negative 1 kills. (I committed accidental suicide) HAHA But in the last game, Yong beat him. By like, ONE KILL ONLY!!!! We all had a good time. Thanks again Rey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8212392016365690802?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8212392016365690802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8212392016365690802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8212392016365690802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8212392016365690802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankgiving-black-friday-saturday.html' title='Thankgiving + Black Friday + Saturday'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1754217722941034796</id><published>2009-11-21T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:50:10.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Wishlist*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh yes~ it IS that time of the year~ Where presents matter the most!!! LOL JK~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Secret Santa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been a very good girl this year. I've been doing all my homework and getting good grades in class. (HAHAHA) Academic Decathlon has been draining the life out of me (but I still love it!). So in order to survive, I would love for you to get me EVERYTHING on my wish-list. =D You don't want to be held responsible for a dying child do you? DO YOU?!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I'm gona say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"THANK YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my secret santa in advance. I love you~~ hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway~ Here is my WishList~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ticket back to Malaysia &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&gt;(If I get this.. I will love you forever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gift card&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;forever 21&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old Navy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GAP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diva&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Metallic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; colored nail polish (yellow, maroon, greenish-blue, royal purple&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;stud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;earrings Here are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some examples&lt;/span&gt;... teeheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefastturtle.com/stud/earring.jpg"&gt;http://www.thefastturtle.com/stud/earring.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(any color as long as its not black/white/silver/gold)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*chain earrings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I REALLY REALLY WANT THIS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.harrymason.com/catalog/thread-earrings"&gt;http://www.harrymason.com/catalog/thread-earrings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.notcouture.com/post/1328/"&gt;http://www.notcouture.com/post/1328/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*t-shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (size - M) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/2087/Love_Your_Fellow_As_Yourself"&gt;http://www.threadless.com/product/2087/Love_Your_Fellow_As_Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/680/Camouflage"&gt;http://www.threadless.com/product/680/Camouflage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/950/A_Birth_Day"&gt;http://www.threadless.com/product/950/A_Birth_Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this necklace&lt;/span&gt; from Diva - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.diva.net.au/#/product/84"&gt;http://www.diva.net.au/#/product/84&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*this one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;necklace from AchorBlue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;( i can't find it online, but ask Joey about it and she'll know what I am talking about) I want the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; RED heart pendant!!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's so pretty =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-1754217722941034796?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1754217722941034796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1754217722941034796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1754217722941034796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1754217722941034796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishlist.html' title='*Wishlist*'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-2416666173726824152</id><published>2009-11-20T23:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:17:21.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golddigger!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is a funny incident that happened in 3rd period... I was too lazy to rewrite... so I'm just going to post my funny convo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; oh dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; did i tell u wad luu said to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; what happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; so im in 3rd period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and one of his former students comes to visit him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; his name is larry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; so i talked to larry during 3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; cuz he went to berkley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; dang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; albert enstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; when luu is done teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; he comes and sits down inbetween us and starts talking abt black friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and larry is all like... 200 dollars is cheap luu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and luu is like "i dont know what u're talking abt.. 200 sounds like a lot to me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and i was just listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and then luu he turns to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and he says.."wavfley (luu's nice mispronunciation of my name) you should get with him..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; wavfley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "...he's loaded..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; hes rich man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and i was like, "are you telling me to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;golddigger &lt;/span&gt;mr luu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 200 dolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; for what though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; for some game thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; mr luu plays halo 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; dang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; so G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; he so white washed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; then i was like, ".. he's pretty old too mr luu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; how old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and luu looks at larry.. then looks at me again.. and he's like, " he's not THAT old~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; larry's probably 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; cuz he barely graduated from undergrad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and i was laughing like crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; so he finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 4 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; dang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; wait man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; is he bald?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; stop interupting~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; no he's not bald~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;|rey|wilsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; oh ok go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wqve16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and then.. luu tells me.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"c'mon! wafley! i'm trying to hook u up here!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; then i cracked up so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-2416666173726824152?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/2416666173726824152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=2416666173726824152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2416666173726824152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2416666173726824152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-so-this-is-funny-incident-that.html' title='Golddigger!'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-4687565393882199472</id><published>2009-11-18T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:51:28.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be a nerd...</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm staring at my APUSH notebook. I have to review for the unit test tomorrow. But you know what? I don't have that energy or motivation to do it. I LOVE history, but today... I just don't feel like doing anything. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are dry and itchy and hurting. I constantly have headaches, thanks to all nighters &gt;.&gt;". I'm tired. Just really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked. I think I failed my math test. Why do I always fail math test? I try so hard. I do tonnes of problems. I try not to make careless little mistakes. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!!! WHY CAN'T I BE GOOD AT MATH???!!! It takes me forever to understand one word problem. I have to read it over and over and over before I get it. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I stayed in during lunch to do my test, I was not able to go take my make-up ID picture. So I went after school. You know what sucks? They sent all the equipment back after lunch. How nice. Perfect timing don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like studying. I want to put my notebook back into my bag, go to sleep and never wake up........ =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-4687565393882199472?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/4687565393882199472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=4687565393882199472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4687565393882199472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4687565393882199472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-or-not-to-be-nerd.html' title='to be or not to be a nerd...'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6789654150867258543</id><published>2009-11-13T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:07:22.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lol. I finally have the time to blog about my birthday. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First off, I wanna say thank you to - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Bernadette, Lily, Joey, Chiara, Michelle, Dana, Yong, Rey &amp;amp; Alan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; for going to Americana/Glendale to spend my birthday with me. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had DimSum in the morning with my family. It was really awesome! Finally! I got the DimSum i had been craving for! LOL. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After that, we went home and I waited for Joey to come to my house then we'd go to Americana. Joey got to my house around 2:30pm. Then we left immediately! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First thing Joey and I did was go to the Theater and check out the price of the tickets. Man it was freaking expensive! @_@" It was basically 10 dollars per person. Anyway, after that we met up with Bernadette, Chiara and Lily first. They gave me like 2 bags of presents and this awesome balloon with a bunch of my other friend's signature on it! &lt;3 cool ="D&lt;/span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Omygosh Bernadette's mom is so awesome at crochet! Her mom made this penguin soft toy it looks SO CUTE! xD Thank You Lily for buying me a slice of LOW-FAT TIRAMISU CAKE! LOL xD It tasted good. hahaha. Chiara gave me See's Candies haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Thankkyouuuuu =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;About 20 minutes later, Yong, Rey, Alan, Michelle and Dana show up. xD We all go into the theater and try to decide what we wanna watch. I wanted to watch "Couples Retreat" but it had already started =.=" We ended up watching The Fourth Kind. It scared the shit out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was some alien movie. I thought it would be something fake like Alien vs. Predator or something. OMG who knew it was going to be a "documentary." I actually think The fourth Kind is scarier that Paranormal Activity. YES. Paranormal Activity should be PG-13 and The Fourth Kind should be Rated R!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lily, Chiara and Bernadette did not join us though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So at certain part of the movie, the actors will unexpectedly throw fits and the sound gets all loud and OMG i don't know how to describe it, but it was SO SCARY! At certain parts, it got so scary that I grabbed Yong and held on to him. It was NOT FUNNY! Then at the scariest part of the movie Yong and Rey LEFT! =.=" There was no one beside me! So I moved to Rey's seat and sat next to Michelle. She jumped when I grabbed her arm and held on to it. LOL  After the movie, we were all paranoid. LOLOLOL We were all afraid of owls and Alaska now. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After the movie we met met up with the other three and took a group picture in front of this X-mas tree (yes, it has been put up this early!) LOL Then we made our way to In N Out. &gt;.&gt;" Chiara had to leave me. So did Michelle, Dana and Alan. So they bought their food and we had a final group picture =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The remaining people and I went to Glendale Galleria. We walked around and went to a bunch of stores. lol But our goal was the food court. LOL I was hungry. xD I got sushi! Yummieee. Cali Roll and Eel~ yummmiiiieeeeeehhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We walked around some more and then back to Americana, watched a short water show. It was really pretty. =) Then just walked around a bit more. lol There were some awkward moments. Lol. YOUR FAULT REY! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But you know what? Overall it was awesome. Definitely a sweet 16 =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-6789654150867258543?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6789654150867258543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6789654150867258543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6789654150867258543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6789654150867258543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-16_13.html' title='Sweet 16!'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7375744266023271564</id><published>2009-11-11T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:18:24.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, I am  S I X T E E N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was like what... 7? I used to think that was old. Throughout the year I felt like it has taken forever to get to this age. But right now, I feel like I got here in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I got to go to FongYi's house. She surprised Ben and me with a surprise "dinner" and a nice cake! =) Everything was normal. I got to her house around 4:45pm. I practiced guitar with Sammy, played some games, did praise &amp;amp; worship and then Bible study. FongYi usually cooks for us after Bible study, but that particular day, she was like, "EVERYONE GIVE ME ONE DOLLAR! We're going out for dinner." I was like O_o? Turns out she got everyone to pay for Ben's and my dinner. We went to McDonald's. LOL Ben went to Phoenix though. FongYi got mad at them for not coming to McD's cause that was our "designated" meeting place. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ate and just as we were about to go back to FongYi's house, Jerry gave me a present! I was all excited. Haha. It was this "cupcake." It had a "cherry" on it and the cupcake is actually a small brownish towel rolled up. xD It looks really cute. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You Jerry Liang. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to FongYi's house and she let us hang out for a while. Most people were playing Uno. Someone plays Uno everyweek actually. LOL Sammy and I practiced playing the guitar. =D I love it whenever Sammy teaches me something new! Guitar, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our free time, FongYi got the cake out and everyone sang Happy Birthday to Ben and me. (His birthday is Nov 1, btw) FongYi is so thoughtful. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=P Thank You FongYi! =3&lt;/span&gt; After that, she gave me this cute dolphin phone key chain thingy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at school yesterday, Katie gave me a pretty necklace. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D Thanks Katie Zhe~ =)&lt;/span&gt; Right before Calculus, A-Bao gave me a present too! Its this miniature bunny fluffy bunny slipper. xD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So cute. Thank You Bao Bao! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup. That is it so far. This is just the start of my day. =)&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else happens today. ;P&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/941182095692441307-7375744266023271564?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7375744266023271564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7375744266023271564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7375744266023271564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7375744266023271564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16?'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8575631776436607704</id><published>2009-11-05T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:53:14.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>This morning, while my mommy was driving Katie and me to school, she mentioned that my birthday was coming up. Then she asked me what I wanted to do. I said DIMSUM. hahaha I think I'll eat DimSum in the morning with my family. I haven't been able to spend much time with them. =/ After dimsum then I'll go out with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everyone keeps asking  me what I want to do. They suggest so many things but I don't know what to choose. And what I want to do no one wants to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;.&gt;" Yes people, I want to play tag on my birthday in the park! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So... go to the mall? Americana? It'd be nice to see the water fountain show at night. I've never seen it before and I heard it was really nice. A lot of people suggested going to Knotts or Laser Tag. It sounds fun, but not my idea of a spending my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah, I want a hug from all my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's a good enough present. =D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah? Everyone gives me 16 hugs!!&lt;br /&gt;for my sweet 16?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Man, today I brought the wrong book to school. T_T I was suppose to bring  my "A Tale of Two Cities" novel, but I brought my "Dead Economist" book instead. I am so pissed at myself. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus word problems are hard.... &gt;.&gt;" Kinda. Not really. But it is. =.=" It's just really annoying. GAH!!! It took me forever to finish yesterday's homework. =( I wish I was a math pro. It would be helpful. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I am in computer class. I finished my work. I don't want to read other stuff. I've read so much that I need a break from it. I need sleep... ZzzZzzz =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I want a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I can't dress up as a nerd even though I am one. HAHAHA Irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8575631776436607704?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8575631776436607704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8575631776436607704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8575631776436607704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8575631776436607704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-4535496107137690554</id><published>2009-11-05T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:08:06.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired right now... and I'm still blogging?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I have so much to do this year. I don't even have free time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally. No. Free. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically my schedule from Monday - Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30am - Wake up&lt;br /&gt;7:15am - Go to school&lt;br /&gt;8:00am - Class starts&lt;br /&gt;3:04pm - School ends&lt;br /&gt;3:15pm - Econ/Acadeca&lt;br /&gt;5:00pm - Go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes (like today) I stay at school until 6pm or later. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so attached to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still enjoying my junior year though. It's definitely better than my sophomore year. Sophomore year was really boring. Freshman year was the best! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday there's no Acadeca meeting because of Homecoming and SATs are the next day. So, I will get to go to FongYi's on Friday =) Yay! I haven't gone for 3 weeks now. =( I miss everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough. I am sleep deprived. I will go now. byebye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-4535496107137690554?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/4535496107137690554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=4535496107137690554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4535496107137690554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4535496107137690554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8942710805831741614</id><published>2009-10-31T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:12:13.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy...</title><content type='html'>Halloween, Birthday Rey and Scrimmage!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Event of the day - Marshall/ Burbank Scrimmage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time I had a practice scrimmage. It was a good experience. I get a taste of competition and I got to see some of our competitors. My team met at school around 7:20ish. There were 3 cars! =D Ms. Kwans, Ms. Crabtree's, My mommy's~ There was suppose to be 4 people in each car, but 6 people ended up sitting in my car. LOL Ms. Kwan was puzzled for a while she was like why are we short of 2 people? Crabtree and I only have 3 people in our car! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got to Burbank High School and it was a really nice school =) It reminded me of elementary school but bigger and nicer. Okay this was what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meet at Burbank&lt;br /&gt;- Essay &gt; My best score!!&lt;br /&gt;- Math&lt;br /&gt;- Breakfast break &gt; yummy!&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;- Language &amp;amp; Literature&lt;br /&gt;- Lunch &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG THE PIZZA WAS HUGE!!!! 3 feet diameter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Art&lt;br /&gt;- Music&lt;br /&gt;- Super Quiz Relay&lt;br /&gt;- Results &gt; Lincoln was about 26000points!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I got 3500ish points! Almost 4000 points! =D I did better than I expected =)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Good Job Lincoln!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; We beat a bunch of other schools!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; But other schools beat us too.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; There is room for much more improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Overall it was a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Event - Rey's Surprise Birthday Party! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiara and I went to Rey's party. We were suppose to get out of Burbank High School at 2:30pm and get to his house around 3pm. But we ended up leaving the school around 4 and getting to his house at 4:30ish. We were all suppose to surprise Rey, but Chiara and I was super late. So I told them to start without us and we'd be an extra surprise! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People @ the party: Rey (bday boy), Yong (fashoboi), Dana, Michelle, Chiara, Julie, Paula, Anthony, Steven, Me, Karmel (bday boy older sis) &amp;amp; Janice (bday boy lil sis)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was KFC (rey's addiction), pizza, fried rice &amp;amp; noodles and tonnes of soda. I didn't eat much =/ I guess when you're tired and just feel like sleeping, you won't really have an appetite. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:24] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;my parents knew man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:24] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;knew what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:24] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;that u guys were making a surprise party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:24] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:24] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:24] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;i told karmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:24] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;failage lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:25] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;and karmel told them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;oh loll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;int he morning he woke me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;kept asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:25] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;when r u going to yong's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:25] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;i was like laterr he live close anywayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:25] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:25] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;thats funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;and at 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;i havent shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;yong was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;come hurry man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;waverlya nd cz almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:25] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;i was like fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:26] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:26] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;so i showered real fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:26] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;and went to his house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:26] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;failage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:26] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;ahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:26] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;i was liek where r they lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:26] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:26] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;wo we jsut play xbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:26] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;and he was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:26] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;lets go to ur house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:26] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;i as liek why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:26] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;he kept forcing me then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:26] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;i was liek fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:27] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:29] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;so were u surprised?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:29] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:30] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;yes man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:30] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;i screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:30] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;and mu hand and legs were shakin when i was eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:31] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:44] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;oh man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:44] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;hm/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:44] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;2 hour and 15 more minute untill  my bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:44] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;and then after an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:44] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;it goes back to 12 again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:44] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;my birthday again lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:45] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:45] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:45] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;so im 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:45] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;legal now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[20:45] |rey|wilsen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:45] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[20:45] ~Wqve~: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;then i'll punch you 19 times~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula and Julie had awesome costumes. They were like 80s divas. They had afros and retro clothes and everything! LOL It was pretty darn awesome =D. Then we watched UP! cute movie! But we didn't finish watching it cuz half way we started talking, taking pictures and then cutting cake. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third Event - Haunted House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 or 7, we walked over to the Lincoln Heights mortuary. There was a haunted house set up there. I thought it was actually going to be INSIDE. Turns out that it was only a dinky tent set up. LOL I also thought it was a maze. Turns out, you can see the other side of this "maze." LOL I went through it. I wasn't scared (at first) because all my friends were in there being the ghouls and zombies. Bernadette even said "Hi Waverly!!" instead of scare me. LOL When I got to the very last part of the "maze", there was this guy in a wheel chair and he totally scared me. It was totally unexpected and it looked like he was going to run me over. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called my parents and asked them to pick me up. When I got home, 2 things totally completed my day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#1 - Mr. Luu gave me a grade B instead of C!!! I love Mr. Luu =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#2 - My mom bought me earphones. =P FINALLY I can listen to music after 3 weeks of being earphoneless! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yupz~ that was my day. Overall it was totally awesome. =)&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/941182095692441307-8942710805831741614?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8942710805831741614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8942710805831741614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8942710805831741614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8942710805831741614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy.html' title='Happy...'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6596981687822445958</id><published>2009-10-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:33:59.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I learned that..</title><content type='html'>coffee is not good for me in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Apparently it is not good for me (especially after an almost all-nighter). Last night I slept really late. I think 2ish... or something. I don't remember. I was too sleepy. Anyway, I woke up at the usual time - 6:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't wanna get out of bed because it was cold and I was still so sleepy. My mom had to bug me to get out of bed. Getting out of bed was such a drag. I wanted to sleep. I was so tired. =( I almost skipped 1st and 2nd period. Of course, being the nerd I am, I didn't. Sometimes I wish I was a bit of a rebel and actually did skip. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got out of bed and my mom was like, "I'll make you some coffee." I didn't know what to reply because I was still half asleep. lol. So she made me coffee in those thermos cup and I brought it to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinking it I felt more awake. Still sleepy and tired, but at least awake. It was good for 2 periods and nutrition. But when it got to 3rd period, I started getting very agitated and restless. I had all this energy from the caffeine but I couldn't use it. So I couldn't really sit still. I felt jumpy. @_@ But at the same time, I felt really tired. My limbs were like jello. I'd feel too tired to lift my arms and yeah... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically, never drink coffee after you've had an all nighter. Not good. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Go Green. Drink Tea. &lt;&lt; AHAHAHA.. that's cool. It's MY SLANG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-6596981687822445958?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6596981687822445958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6596981687822445958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6596981687822445958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6596981687822445958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-learned-that.html' title='Today I learned that..'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8741836595759042202</id><published>2009-10-26T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:14:23.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calming Down</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's been a kinda crazy week... and will still be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty accomplished... but not enough yet. Throughout the week, I managed to finish a lot of my Acadeca materials. I did music, art, math and my novel (The Tale of Two Cities). This week, I'm starting on Language and Literature, more math, Super Quiz (aka French history), Chemistry and Econ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not counting my other classes' homework. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty tiring, but I'm sure it'll pay off sooner or later. Nowadays I'm always feeling tired or sleepy during a class. I don't get to practice playing guitar now too! &gt;.&lt; cuz, I usually practice after doing ALL my homework, but I never finish it until like after midnight. So, I can't play it in the middle of the night, everyone's sleeping! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a pre-scrimmage with Marshall High, Burbank High and a couple more schools this Saturday. It's really stressful. A lot of pressure. &gt;.&lt; I'm kinda scared. I really wanna do well. I don't want to disappoint Ms. Kwan or myself. I really have to push myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;10/26/09 - 10/30/09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; ACADECA BOOT CAMP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8741836595759042202?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8741836595759042202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8741836595759042202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8741836595759042202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8741836595759042202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/10/calming-down.html' title='Calming Down'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7013715986717262765</id><published>2009-10-22T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:02:50.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some hope?</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading the whole Acadeca Music packet in like.. 2 hours... i think... Well more or less 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I finished it. =) I feel accomplished. I feel like I can do it. I'm so tired, but there's some kind of energy that keeps me going. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some trouble memorizing, but it's okay. I'll do my best to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall High School, Lincoln is gonna kick ur buttt!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-7013715986717262765?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7013715986717262765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7013715986717262765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7013715986717262765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7013715986717262765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-hope.html' title='some hope?'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-5522710785164568960</id><published>2009-10-07T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:27:18.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has only just started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These two weeks have been extremely crazy. Seriously. T_T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This week especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to finish 2 AP US history (APUSH) chapters this week. I had a test today. Another test on Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math test is going to be either tomorrow or Friday. Mr. Luu is going to "surprise" us. Crazy. I'm going to die. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to start on my English book report that is due November 10. Just one day before my birthday. How nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to catch up for AcaDeca. I finally finished the art packet. Now I have to do music packet. Not to mention the other 6 packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wish me luck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, was a pretty bad day. I had a headache all day. Literally all day. From when I woke up till I fell asleep. It was really hard to concentrate and do homework. When I got home, I wanted to take a nap but I did not let myself. I finished all my homework around 10pm. Yay. I got to sleep "early" last night. rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is okay so far. I have to stay after school for AcaDeca. Man. It's gonna be a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tommorrow... I have a afterschool APUSH cram session and it is going to Open House. I forgot to tell my parents about it. Aiya. I have to tell them so that they will go see my teachers. T_T" I wonder when I will have time to do homework and study for the test on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday. I wonder if I should skip going to FongYi's house this week. Maybe I should stay home and do some homework. But then I really want to go and learn how to play the guitar from Sammy. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, and today, during nutrition, Yong gave me this "super hard" math problem to do. This was the "equation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(i^3/ 3 + U) &gt; 0  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to solve it and it turned out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt; 3U&lt;br /&gt;Yupz.... I was like okay wow. I guess he's trying really hard to convince me to go to prom with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a sub for computer class right now and I have finished all my class work. So, I'm going to just study AcaDeca now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;*Academic Suicide*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-5522710785164568960?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/5522710785164568960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=5522710785164568960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5522710785164568960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5522710785164568960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-has-only-just-started.html' title='It has only just started'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-9093726347366665840</id><published>2009-10-03T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:20:27.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambrosians &amp; Moon Fest.</title><content type='html'>I'd like to start off with...&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE CALLED&lt;br /&gt;THE CLASS OF "AMBROSIANS."&lt;br /&gt;That is so lame.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it means?!&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me. It does NOT mean "Worthy of the Gods"&lt;br /&gt;It means "Food to the Greek Gods"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our class president did not read the whole sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ambrosia - Worthy of the Gods to be food..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I so don't want to cry during graduation.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll Be There" is not a very joyful song for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;And WHO PICKED CARDINAL RED?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a TOMATO for graduation!&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;I am so making a petition for a re-vote.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: I did not even know we were suppose to vote.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;I did not get my vote!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was the moon festival today.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the moon fest around 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Broadway was blocked up because there was a 5km run.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;There was a stage set up and everything.&lt;br /&gt;There were Chinese acrobatic performers.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to feel some Chinese atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to the Moon fest with my mom, bro &amp;amp; sisters.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Volunteer booth.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dennis, Trinh, and all the Lincoln and YUCA people.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Dennis for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to change my ShareFest shift to shift 1.&lt;br /&gt;While I talked to him, some girl passed by me and then backed up.&lt;br /&gt;She randomly points at me and goes,&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! Are you WAVERLY?!"&lt;br /&gt;I was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... yeah? Hi? Who are you?"  O_O"&lt;br /&gt;She was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! I'm Alan's sister!"&lt;br /&gt;I think for about 5 seconds and then I was like.&lt;br /&gt;"OH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Alan told me about her before.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I just walked around.&lt;br /&gt;There was not much to do.&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to where my mom was.&lt;br /&gt;She was with Ellie and watching the acrobatic shows.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Then Yong called me.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to go over to where he was.&lt;br /&gt;So I went over.&lt;br /&gt;On the way,&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Jennifer a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she knew Yong asked me to prom.&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;When I got to where Yong was..&lt;br /&gt;Rey was there with him&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a bit&lt;br /&gt;and laughed a lot&lt;br /&gt;Then Rey started to write something&lt;br /&gt;on Yong's hand.&lt;br /&gt;You know with those&lt;br /&gt;"invisble pens"&lt;br /&gt;and then you shine some kind of light on it&lt;br /&gt;and you can see the words.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;It said, "We you go to prom with me?"&lt;br /&gt;And Jake read it too.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like,&lt;br /&gt;"JAKE! Would you say yes?!"&lt;br /&gt;Jake said, "YYEAAHH!!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "There you go Yong!"&lt;br /&gt;Then Yong was like,&lt;br /&gt;"NOBODY ASKED YOU!!!"&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Rey told me that if I rejected Yong,&lt;br /&gt;he'd have to shave his head.&lt;br /&gt;So Yong's hair staying attached to his head..&lt;br /&gt;lies in my hands LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;I told the guys that I'd think about it.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that,&lt;br /&gt;I went back to where my mom was.&lt;br /&gt;Around 9:30pm,&lt;br /&gt;we went home.&lt;br /&gt;Lol there was nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;But it was cool ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-9093726347366665840?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/9093726347366665840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=9093726347366665840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/9093726347366665840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/9093726347366665840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/10/ambrosians-moon-fest.html' title='Ambrosians &amp; Moon Fest.'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6794309115629278051</id><published>2009-10-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:59:19.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, I went clubbing...&lt;br /&gt;ALL DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm just kidding~ I'm not even old enough to get my license yet. rofl. Anyway, today was Club Day. What happens is that clubs get to set up their booths around the "Free Speech Area" which is basically the whole area in front of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Kwan (Academic Decathlon Coach) barely told us yesterday that she signed us up for Club Day. We were like "WHAT?!" O___O! She said that she kept forgetting to tell us! =.=" So during 6th period yesterday, we brainstormed on what to sell like crazy. @_@ We came up with - chocolate chip cookies, chocolate lollipops, and horchata (this Mexican drink that is basically water, milk and cinnamon). The best thing was that the school would let us keep 100% of the profit. Usually the school will take 50% of the profit. So this was a really good opportunity. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school that day, we were supposed to go to the gym and work out. BUT we went to the 99cent store instead. We wanted to see if we could buy something to sell. Unfortunately, we just wasted a bunch of time because nothing there was profitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving forward to today during nutrition. I went to Luu's class for a cabinet CSF meeting. We were counting the money, putting the forms in order and yeah stuff like that. When nutrition was over, it didn't stay in 3rd period. I told Luu that I was going to help out Ms. Kwan because we were part of the Club Day thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwan told me and Ashley (her service student) to make the Horchata. It was an mix. Just add water and BAM! You get Horchata. (FYI - I didn't know what Horchata was until today! LOL) It was all going good. Then Anagaby came in and she got mad at us because we were doing it the "wrong" way. It actually did not matter, honestly. She has to CHILL. I think as long as people buy the drink it'll be fine. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another FYI- I don't really like Horchata. I don't know why but yeah~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later we tried making more chocolate lollipops, but we totally failed and made only like 6. The rest was like overcooked. LOL Oh well, MORE FOR ME! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rung and we quickly put everything away and cleaned up then rushed to AP Calculus. We learned derivative today! YAY! I like it! Class went by fast, as soon as we were done with the lesson, Chiara, Bernadette, Anagaby and I rushed to Kwan's class to pick up the stuff. As we walked there, we saw Johnson and Brian carrying the stuff already, so we just helped them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the free speech area together and set up our tables. =3 Then Crabtree (another Academic Decathlon coach) came over and brought ice-cream. I think she brought like 12 boxes of ice-cream for us to sell! We only managed to sell like 8 1/2 boxes. LOL oh well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horchata sold like crazy! Everyone wanted it. The cookies were not that profitable. No one really bought it. The lollipops melted =.=" FAILED. The ice-cream STARTED out selling really well, but a lot of other clubs were selling ice-cream too so after a while people got sick of ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think overall, we made a lot of profit. =) I'm glad. haha. It was fun! ^_^ We need to fundraise more next month~ ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna donate money to AcaDeca anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI - there will be another auction! I will be auctioned off again this year! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-6794309115629278051?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6794309115629278051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6794309115629278051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6794309115629278051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6794309115629278051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/10/club-day.html' title='Club Day!'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1455028597203501531</id><published>2009-09-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:27:18.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, there's no school today. YAY? I still studied my butt off. Today, Chiara, Bernadette and Me went to the Central Library. Yup the one downtown. IT WAS SO AWESOME. The nicest library I've ever been to. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We planned to meet at this bus stop near my house around 9am. BUT SOMEONE *cough* Bernadette *cough* came at like 8:30am!! She called me and she was like, "I'm getting off the bus!" I was like, "WHAT?! I thought we were meeting at 9ish!?" When she called, I was still in my pajamas. Yupz. Plus I was taking care of Ellie. After I changed, I told me mom that I was going to walk down to the bus stop and bring Bernadette to my house. When I met up with Bernadette, we decided to wait for Chiara. I called her and she said that she was on her way. I was so impatient. LOL. She finally arrived. Her dad dropped her off and we walked back to my house. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They stayed outside for awhile. I brought Ellie out so that they could see her absolute cuteness! HAHA xD I was going in and out of the house. I was getting my bag, books, shoes... and yeah. rofl. It was a bit hectic. Around 9:40, my mom drove us to the libary. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we arrived, the library was still closed. It opens at 10am. We got there a bit early. There was a bunch of people waiting outside. A mixture of hobos and normal people. Rofl~ My mom told us not to wander around too much. I told her we'd wait outside till the library opened. Then she drove off. About 2 mins later, she calls me and tells me to walk down the street because there was a nice garden there and another library entrance. On our way down there, I saw a starbucks. LOL. An opportunity to use the gift card Fenny gave me! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The garden was so cool. The steps had all these different languages on the steps. xD There was even "math" language. I took a picture of that. I am so going to show Mr. Luu (math teacher) tommorrow! XD I also liked how there we trees all over. It was so nice and green. I felt like I could just sit under a tree and fall asleep. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, the first thing we did when we entered the library was go to the gift shop. LOL There were so many cool things in there! Chiara saw this really cool rainbow bracelet and bought it. I really liked it too and I bought one later (after we came back from lunch). ;P There were also these cool musical boxes. It played classical music. My favorite one was Edelwise! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Chiara got her bracelet, we went upstairs to the teen section. Apparently, it's called "teen 'scape." xD cool name! Bernadette and I followed Chiara into the teen section. She knew the way. haha. She led us to this huge room. There were all these computers when we entered. I was like wow nice! Then we walked to the back of the room and there were these HUGE BEAN BAGS! OMGOSH It was so cool!!~~~~ I lay down on one and woahh I could've just fallen asleep~ xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I saw a HUGE FLAT SCREEN TV in front of the bean bags!!! NICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It wasn't on though. Chiara said that they would usually play it. I guess it was too early in the morning. So they didn't play anything. ROFL. Plus, there were only like 7 people in the libary including the 3 of us. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After checking out the place, I went to a table and started to study. =) We studied until 11ish (almost noonish). Then, Yong and Rey came. Yupz. We studied a bit more and then we went out for lunch. Across the street was this undergroud food court. We went there for lunch yupz~ The guys got sushi, I was lazy and did not want to wait in line so I got pizza. LOL Chiara got McD and Bernadette got some mexican food. After we ate, the guys wanted frozen yogurt. We had to wait for them. Yeap. Yong had A LOT of toppings and every 5 seconds, we'd see some toppings drop off. It was really funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yong took forever to finish his yogurt. The rest of us were waiting for him to finish it so that we could go back to the libary. When he FINALLY finished his yogurt, we went back to the library and I got the rainbow bracelet. =D Then we went upstairs and studied somemore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're NERDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we walked in, the library was FULL of people. Ever computer was occupied. I was like wow....wow....wow~ haha. We went back to the same table and got back to work. About half an hour later, the TV was turned on and it started to play "Resident's Evil" Everyone got distracted. LOL I tried really hard to concentrate. I managed to finish 1/3 of US history chapter. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Around 3pm, I called my mom and asked her to pick us up. She said she'd arrive around 3:30pm. So I chilled on one of the giant bean bags with Chiara and talked. =) It was really nice to just chill haha. Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom called me when she arrived. We said byebye to the guys and went downstairs. xD My mom drove Chiara and Bernadette home. Muahaha I know where they live now!!! ;P I will stalk them! jk~jk~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, that was my day. Surprisingly, I was really tired. Studying really does suck energy out of you. LOL^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The library was so cool. I wanna go back there again next time! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-1455028597203501531?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1455028597203501531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1455028597203501531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1455028597203501531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1455028597203501531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/central-library.html' title='Central Library'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-4730841616406123897</id><published>2009-09-23T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:35:58.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Autumn</title><content type='html'>Here I am in computer class again. I'm seriously bored. I iPod died on me in 4th period. I didn't even use it yet. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I am not mistaken, today is the First Day of Autumn. If not, it was yesterday. lol It doesn't feel like autumn. It feels more like summer, but summer this year didn't reall feel like summer. It was cooler than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have so much time in computer class, I think I will use the time here to like change my blog skin. Maybe I'll change it to an autumn theme or like a car theme. LOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-4730841616406123897?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/4730841616406123897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=4730841616406123897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4730841616406123897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4730841616406123897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-autumn.html' title='1st Day of Autumn'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-3324115052750323533</id><published>2009-09-22T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:30:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving~ *CRASH*</title><content type='html'>One day, Waverly was happily driving a car when suddenly... *CRASH!!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK!!!!! That so did not happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first driving lesson today! Yay! I only got to drive for like 15 minutes (kinda disappointing). Basically, I was at the park and I got to drive up and down this road. I wasn't nervous I was like super duper happy and excited. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really cool. The car moves when I'm in the driver seat! HAHAhA SO COOL! Anyway, My dad was like holding onto the steering wheel. He didn't want me to crash into the cars parked on the side of the road. There were a lot of cars. It was kinda weird because there usually are no cars during the weekdays.  But anyway, it was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my new glasses. Its the exact same kinda Vannessa Lam has... &gt;.&gt;" except mine is tinted lol. Yeapp... I'm not ever gona wear it to school. Only outside of school. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Today was coooool xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-3324115052750323533?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/3324115052750323533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=3324115052750323533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3324115052750323533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3324115052750323533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/driving-crash.html' title='Driving~ *CRASH*'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-2191939005383487219</id><published>2009-09-21T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:54:48.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a chill pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My weekend was pretty chill. I was kinda tired, but I guess it was still "OK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday was SAT class at Young Nak. Today, Chiara, Bernadette and Byran joined us in the class. It was cool. I liked it, but I felt really tired after that class. My brain worked too hard. LOL jk~ Anyway, after class, Bernadette, Paula and I went to Dino Jr's and had lunch. We had chilli fries. Yummie. haha. My dad and bro picked me up when I was done with lunch. I had no choice but to go to the barber shop with them. It was really boring. I just sat there and waited for them. They have so little hair and it took so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We get home and I took a nap. I felt much better after waking up. A little cranky, but refreshed. hahaha. Then around 5:30pm, my family left home and we went to church. There was a potluck and some performance and games to play. The food was goooood. I just love this one tomato vegetable soup. I need to find out who made that soup and get the recipe. LOL The potluck ended around 9pm. I got home around 9:30pm and I started to do some homework. I think I finished around 11pm. Then I stayed up for about an hour playing the guitar until I felt like I was going to fall off my chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday was an okay day. I was suppose to learn how to drive that day, but my mom ended up not taking me out to the park to teach me. &gt;.&gt;" She kept saying that there was a lot of cars because of the Dodger game. @($*%&amp;amp;)#% Stupid Dodger game!!!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday, which is today, so far it is pretty good, kinda. I got to school today and went to this spot I hung out at every morning in Sophomore year. My friends were there hanging out, doing homework, studying and stuff like that. One of my friend grabs my hand and starts telling me about how she was going to be "doomed" in first period. I pulled my hand away and I stepped aside. Honestly, I didn't want to listen to her complains anymore. She needs to take a chill pill. Every single time I talk to her, it's about a person she dislikes, a class she hates, a teacher she hates, or about how horrible she is. &gt;.&gt;" I don't want her to drown me with all her problems. I used to feel bad for her, but now it is just getting to my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, my mom was telling me to stay away from her and be careful. The reason she said that was because my mom gives her rides home sometimes. So she's heard some of the conversations we've had. My mom said that she keeps talking about negative things about everyone. So if she does that, I have to be careful because she may do that to me (which has already happened). So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I pulled my hand away from her, she got up and gave me some attitude and moved away to the table in front of the one I was at. After that, I went to talk to another friend. I needed to give her some money. So I went over and when I was done, I started to talk to other people. My friend who was mad at me happened to sit right in front of where I was standing. She had a really angry face and she'd just drop her text books so that it would make really loud noises. Everyone ignored her. Lily noticed and I told her about what happened and about how I didn't want to listen to her complains. Lily just nodded her head in agreement because she was pretty sick of her complains too. Lily kept telling me she needs to calm down. I for one agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you over react once in a while I don't think people would mind. However, if you are like that ALL THE TIME... guess what?! It gets other people stressed out! =.=" So yeah... It does stresses me out and get me all tense when she tells me all these negative stuff. Its not like I don't have my problems already. Plus I don't public show people my problems. It's not written in my expression and actions. gosh. I only tell a couple of people my problems and this blog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I had a 50 states quiz in second period. I aced that test. Lol. Oh yeah, throughout the weekend, I would bring my map of America everywhere I went, even to church so that I could study it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period was chill as usual. I graded and recorded third and fifth period's homework. It took me the whole period, but I was cool with it. Fourth period was awesome as usual. I always look forward to third and fourth period. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am done writing now. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-2191939005383487219?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/2191939005383487219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=2191939005383487219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2191939005383487219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2191939005383487219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-chill-pill.html' title='Take a chill pill'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-5562611454906924084</id><published>2009-09-18T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:01:08.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In comp class &amp; bored</title><content type='html'>So right now, like my last couple of posts, I am in computer class. It's boring. I just finished my work. Yupz. Anyway, I'm just going to write about some stuff that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up and did the usual routine. Wake up, shower, dry hair, etc. Right before I was about to dry my hair, Michelle Baek texts me and says she needs help on the AP US history essay that is basically due today at 2nd period. I didn't want to text so I called her and explained a bunch of stuff to her. She managed to finish and turn it on time. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st period we had a vocab test. My teacher went in alphabetical order of last name. I was suppose to be one of the first few, but then I turned out to be one of the last few. The reason was because I signed into the class late so I ended up at the end of the roster. I was cool with it though, I just studied my vocab words all period. When it was almost my turn, the bell rang. I was like DAMN! T_T" I wanted to get my vocab words over with. My teacher told me to come back during nutrition. So after 2nd period, I went back and I totally aced it! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I went next door to Luu's class. I was going to have him for 3rd period anyway, so I figured that I might as well just leave my stuff in his classroom while I go to the student store and get my locker combination. I forgot my locker combination. So I have been storing my two giant AP US history books in Yong's locker. Thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited in the looonnnnnggggggg line to get my locker combination. Yupz. The bell rang and I was still waiting in line. It was like 1 more person till me so I just waited. Luu doesn't care if I get to his class late anyway. I was his service student, not student (for that period at least). LOL&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting in line, I noticed that the girl (I think freshman) in front of me, had no eyebrows. It looked really weird. I kept wondering if she shaved it off. There were two girls who lined up behind me too. They kept talking about how they wanted to get pregnant. o.o" It was a very disturbing conversation. I finally got my locker and took my sweet time walking to Luu's class. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During 3rd period, I took roll, and record grades and then read chapter 4 of AP US History. Today, Luu gave his class a test. About 10minutes into the test, I noticed that one of my friends in that class was missing. So I asked Luu where she was. He told me that she had checked out. =( so sad. Anyway, whenever someone checks out of a class, the teacher has to highlight their name and write down the date they checked out and the class they transfered to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5minutes later, Luu comes up to me again and told me he wanted another student out of his class. He pointed at the seating chart again and this time it was Jordon Arroyo. Another one of my former classmates (for AP Biology). I looked at Jordan and he was just sitting there. He didn't even try to do his test. I guess it was expected of him. After all he got like a D or F in AP Bio. I don't remember which but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me, "He was in my AP Bio class." (whisper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Luu was about to laugh as if it was some kind of joke, "Really?" (also in whisper, out whole convo was whispers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;He started writing down Jordan's name and birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me, "Yeahh. He got a D or something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Luu, "But that's not math."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me, "Yeahh, I know but you know.. it connects."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Luu rolls his eyes and says, "Take this to Salcido (counselor) tell her that I want him out of my class and I am curious to what he got for Algebra 2."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me, "okayyy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I go down to the office and Salcido was talking to a student. I waited for a while and when she was done I told her about how Luu wanted Jordan out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, "Ms. Salcido, Mr Luu wants this student out of his class." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hand her the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salcido, "Let's see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, "Oh, and he wants to know what his grades were for Algebra 2 too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salcido searches his name in the computer and writes down the grade. It was a D and C. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then she wrote on the paper, "Need to see Salcido."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back to class, but the bell had rang and Jordan was gone. So, I just gave the paper to Luu. Then I saw Franky who was just about to walk out. I ask him if he knew where Jordan's 4th period was. How fortunate for Luu, Franky had next period with Jordan. So Luu was like, "Tell him his counselor needs to see him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was my period. Calculus. Yay! Not really. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that nothing much happened. Laterz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-5562611454906924084?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/5562611454906924084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=5562611454906924084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5562611454906924084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5562611454906924084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-comp-class-bored.html' title='In comp class &amp; bored'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8623928504985759026</id><published>2009-09-16T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:41:49.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 w/ Luu</title><content type='html'>I'm in computer class right now. I finished all my work the day before! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like servicing for Luu, even though it has only been day 1. xD I don't have to do anything. I just sit at the back and do homework. Luu told me that I won't have any work till the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just sat at the back of the classroom and did AP English homework. I really liked doing the homework it was so interesting. I liked reading the book and answering some of the challenging questions. It just made that period not boring. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of class, Luu came up to me and asked me if my counselor Ms. Salcido was busy right now. I told him probably not and then I asked why? Then he pointed at this one dude. I was like who?! Then he looked at his seating chart and pointed at Tyler Smith's name. He looked kinda pissed and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I asked why and Luu said, "I want him out!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I looked at Tyler and he was sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Then I was like, "He's like that in most of his classes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Luu, "I want him out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sooo annoyed. Then he walked back to the front of the classroom and continued teaching. Throughout class, I noticed that he's just lay there and occasionally raise his head to look at something. Other than that, he was totally slacking. I felt bad for him because Tyler was my classmate in 9th grade. He was a pretty good student. Not so much anymore though, I heard that ever since he joined the football team his grades had been dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The period ends and Luu walks to the back of the classroom and tells me that Tyler is just annoying him. Then I told Luu that Tyler was on the football team. Luu had this really sarcastic laugh and was like, "Not when I am done with him!" I agreed with him. "I am doing him a FAVOR!" I also agreed with that, since footballers needed a minimum GPA of like 2.0 or something like that. I don't know I'm not an athlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I fixed Mr. Luu's shaking table problem it was SOOOOO annoying. I swear I wanted to kick the table because while I was doing my homework I couldn't do it without the table wobbling. So I was like, "Okay, I have to fix this." I got some random piece of paper and put it under the table. Yay~ problem solved~ I am a genius! MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Calculus with Luu. I didn't have to go anywhere except move to the front! FRONT ROW SEAT! CHEYYAAA =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Lunch. I didn't want to go to the GEAR UP meeting. I was too lazy and annoyed by it. Yupz~ So I just stayed in Luu's class. It is way cooler. A-Bao and Anagaby stayed in there with me. Mr. Yom came in like about 5mins after. First thing Yom said was, "I keep throwing up!" I was like O_O" Yom said that it usually happens to him every 6months. Then he took out his food and gave Anagaby each his sandwich. He told us he couldn't eat. &gt;.&lt; So we ate the sandwich for him. Luu and Yom talked about their math classes, about how they hate the Algebra classes, students, Tyler Smith, kicking students out blablabla~ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, bell rang and I had to go to 5th period, which is this class. lol xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8623928504985759026?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8623928504985759026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8623928504985759026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8623928504985759026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8623928504985759026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-1-w-luu.html' title='Day 1 w/ Luu'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-5678114391437185746</id><published>2009-09-15T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:15:03.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed another class</title><content type='html'>Well, if you've read my last post, you'll know that I have changed my classes! YAY! I thought it was perfect. I thought... until I found out that band class was a wind pipe class &gt;.&gt;" They play flutes, clarinets stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in 3rd period, the teacher was passing around the parts where you blow into the flutes just so we knew what it was like to "play" the flute. I thought it was really nasty even though sanitizers were sprayed on it every time a person was done using it. I watched the people before me play the flute and I just had this expression of disgust on my face. Nikki kept laughing at me. Seriously, I don't really think it is funny. That is so gross. When it got to my turn, I was very hesitant. I had to do it because everyone and the teacher was staring at me. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flute wasn't that bad. You just put it under your lower lip and blow across not into it. The clarinet was different. You had to put it into your mouth and bite down on it. I saw that and I was like O.O!!!! I so do not want that in my mouth!!! So I hoped really hard that the bell would ring before it got to my turn. THANK GOD IT DID!!!! It was just 1 person away from being my turn. Ewwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my next class was Mr. Luu. During class, he told us that he needed service students. I raised my hand very excitedly and waved it all around even though he was right in front of me and said that I'd do it! Then Mr. Luu was like, "We'll talk later~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So after class, I was like,  "Mr. Luu!! Do you want me to be your service student?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GPA Killer, "Sure, just go to your counsellor and tell her you want me for service. She knows that I need service students."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend interupts, "Isn't service only for seniors?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GPA Killer (sounds annoyed), "It's a new administration~ Just play dumb and tell them you want me for service!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOLOLOLOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, "OOOOKkkkayyy~" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during lunch, which happens to be right after Luu's class, I went to the office with Joey to pick up a slip so that I could change my class. I owe Joey even more now, instead of doing 1 week. I have to do 2 weeks of throwing away her trash. I still think it is worth it. I mean c'mon it is so damn hard to get to the counselor and it is Mr. Luu!! Woooo awesomest teacher ever!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... so yeah.. I got it changed this is my permanant most perfect schedule ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Period 1- AP English Language - Mr. De Pauw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Period 2- AP U.S. History - Mr. Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Period 3- Service Math Analysis - Mr. Luu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Period 4- AP Calculus - Mr. Luu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Period 5- Computers - Mr Gonzales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Period 6- Academic Deacthlon - Ms. Kwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-5678114391437185746?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/5678114391437185746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=5678114391437185746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5678114391437185746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5678114391437185746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/changed-another-class.html' title='Changed another class'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-2562073968322921326</id><published>2009-09-12T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:00:55.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I got my classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How I got my classes changed is kind of a funny story. Kind of~ Apparently my dad laughed at it... soooo yeah! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be short and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been bugging my counselor since last Thursday. Anyway, She summoned me out on Thursday and said that the class I wanted was full. She told me to go get a note from the teacher and she'd put me in the class. So that was exactly what I did. I went to the teacher and begged him to write me a note. He wrote it! I brought it back to my counselor and she told me to leave. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back the next day. Guess whhatt? She told me to leave again! So this time I left the note with her. I think she ignored it, as usual. I got really pissed that she didn't summon me out and kept telling me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, I found out that Joey was my counselor's service student. I was so freaking happy. I asked her to find my note and summon me out of my class during 6th period so that I could see my counselor. But she told me I had to throw her trash away for her during nutrition and lunch for a week. Without any hesitation I said YES YES YES!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what Joey did for me. She summoned me out and I went to my counselor. The class was still full. So, what she did was send me to the Assistant Principle. I had to wait for him for about 45 mins and when he was finally not busy, he put me into the class! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU JOEY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy. Yes. That totally made my day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-2562073968322921326?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/2562073968322921326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=2562073968322921326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2562073968322921326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2562073968322921326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-i-got-my-classes.html' title='How I got my classes'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6195118098499304847</id><published>2009-09-11T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:52:47.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Okay... right now, I'm in computer class. I've finished my work and the teacher said that we can use the internet. So here I am. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall blog about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;. It was a pretty hectic day. My mom dropped Katie and me off at the front gate and we went to these boards set up outside the school. I looked for my name and I was assigned to Room 214 for 1st period. After that, I went to look for my counselor but she was busy. If you've read my last post, you'll know that I want to change my 1st and 3rd period. Yup. Anyway, I figured that it's okay. She'll summon me out and all. So I didn't mind (at first) that she was busy and didn't want to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to when the bell had rung. I walked to my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st period &lt;/span&gt;and I guess what? I went into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong room!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went into 204 instead of 214. &gt;.&gt;" I am so smart.&lt;/span&gt; I went into Mchammer's class instead of Kelley's. What's even more crazy was that after I realized that I was in the wrong class, Mchammer wouldn't let me out of her class so that I could go to my 1st period. How nice of her. =.=" So I sat in the wrong class for the whole period listening to her talk. I think she's a bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd period was Mr. Wong's AP US class&lt;/span&gt;. I walked to his class then walked back to my first period (the RIGHT one) so that I could get this yellow student sign in slip that all my teachers had to sign. I got that and went back to Wong's class. I liked that class. It reminded me of all the good AP Euro times. hahaha. Yupz. I had Wong for AP European History when I was a freshman. It was an awesome class. Enough of side tracking. So Wong introduces himself and everything and he started to hand out text books. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were also assigned homework already - Read Chapter 2 and test this coming Monday. Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was nutrition, it was back to hanging out with my friends. Lily, Phan, Dinh, Nikki, Ivan, Yong, Diane, Jenny and Joey. ;P I missed them. =D I didn't eat because I wasn't hungry, so I gave my lunch ticket to Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd period was AP English Language class with Mrs. Kennedy. &lt;/span&gt;From what I've heard, she's a crazy strict teacher. Turns out she IS strict but really nice too. I really want to stay in her class but then it would fit into the schedule I want. Kennedy is like sooooo cool. She's worked with like Apple, Microsoft, AOL, Disneyland and more that I don't remember. She designed websites and stuff for the companies. She's also started her own business before. I was thinking omg that is so cool! She handed out textbooks and it was smaller than most textbooks, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DANNGGG IT WAS SO HEAVY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th period was AP Calculus AB with my favorite GPA killer Mr. Luu! =D&lt;/span&gt; He handed out the shiny Calculus books that I have seen the Junior's last year carry around. Yup. Now it's my turn! ;P I sat in the very very very front! Yup! Not in the front and center though. I didn't want to sit in the center because there was a pile of books and I wouldn't be able to see anything if I sat there. So, I sat on the seat beside it. xD Luu scared the class telling us about how he is the GPA killer of the school. What's really funny about Luu is that he's "lazy". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was like, "Mr. Luu are you going to sign our paper or do we sign in ourselves like last year?" ( I meant the yellow student sign in sheet and I had Luu in my sophmore year for Math Analysis) He looked at my paper and thought for a while then he was like, "Nahhh~ just sign it yourselves~ I'm too lazzyy~" LOL So we all signed the paper ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;Hahahaha.  Oh yeah, Luu scared us by saying we had a test too. Turns out it was just a worksheet. =D Homework. It was easy. Just a review of Math Analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was lunch! Time toooooo eaaatt. I was hungry. I did not eat breakfast or nutrition. But you know what I gave it to Yong. LOL so I had no food. Fortunately, Fenny and YuQi had given me some Famous Amos cookies and sweets in the morning. So I ate that, with milk of course. Cookies would not be complete without cookies. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th period which is the period I am in now.&lt;/span&gt; Computers. The first thing I thought of when I walked into this room was, "OMG IT IS SO HOT!" Apparently, the air-cond was not working. So yeah... We were assigned seats in computer class unlike all my other class which had free-seating. I was so lucky. I was assigned to a computer that did not work. LOL but it's okay, it works now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th period, it was Academic Decathlon. Ms. Cajina was sub-ing for Ms. Kwan.&lt;/span&gt; Kwan is still on maternity leave. She had a baby girl named Alyssa Luc! She'll be back in 2 weeks. So Brian and I basically took charge since we knew what to do. First thing we did was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impromptus&lt;/span&gt;. I got to be one of the judges and Brian (even though not a judge) was the critic. haha. We just wanted to give the newbies a feel on what we were going to be doing. There was also some dude named Kennedy who was claimed he was "put in the class without being asked". I think he's lying because the counselor will not put just ANYONE in AcaDeca. You actually have to request for it. He was really annoying he kept talking when people we doing the impromptus. &gt;.&gt;" I wanted to yell at him and tell him to shut up but I didn't know him well enough to do so. Cajina kept telling him to be quiet be he kept talking anyway. Also, he didn't know if he wanted to stay in AcaDeca. Brian and I were really annoyed because we had to make copies of the materials for him if he wanted to stay and he was all "fickle" about it. I say he might as well get out. Seriously, he won't survive. He even told the whole class that he was a bad student. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AcaDeca is all about self-studying, self-motivation and teamwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And if we have a weak-link I don't think we'll get to state finals! GRRRR. And that's what we're totally aiming for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, after that, school ended.&lt;br /&gt;HOME TIME! =D&lt;br /&gt; I went home and yeah.. I chilled...&lt;br /&gt;then did some homework =D,&lt;br /&gt;then practiced playing guitar and yeah! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day! There you have it. I'll think about blogging about my 2nd day. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-6195118098499304847?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6195118098499304847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6195118098499304847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6195118098499304847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6195118098499304847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-3641863495068031438</id><published>2009-09-10T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:21:06.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will try to blog abt 1st Day ASAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So school started on Wednesday! Yay! I am so glad I am back in school. So, it's Junior year. Crazy year. Today is my second day and there's so much work already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will try to blog about my first day ASAP, maybe I'll do that in computer class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, these are the classes I got assigned to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1st - Drawing - Kelley (never met her.... I never went to 1st period. LOL)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;2nd - AP US History - Wong (Hardest Teacher in the entire school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;3rd - AP Eng Lang - Kennedy (Kinda crazy but cool~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;4th - AP Calc AB - Luu (aka GPA Killer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;5th - Computers - Gonzalez (super chill~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;6th - Academic Decathlon - Kwan (Mama Kwan!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm going to change my 1st and 3rd period though. I've been trying to change it since last Thursday! GOSH! I want to change my 1st period to AP Eng Lang with De Pauw and 3rd period to Jazz Band with Santos (that way I can practice playing the guitar and piano!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After tomorrow, my classes should be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will have all the classes I want with the teachers I like! Woohoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friends say I am crazy to love school.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am, a bit, a teeny tiny bit. ;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Till the next post! Baibai~ =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-3641863495068031438?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/3641863495068031438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=3641863495068031438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3641863495068031438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3641863495068031438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-try-to-blog-abt-1st-day-asap.html' title='Will try to blog abt 1st Day ASAP'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8211255523059461954</id><published>2009-09-07T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:32:53.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So for the past 2 days and today, I had to be mommie, daddie, and jiejie. My parents went to a retreat and stayed over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My parents asked my grandma to "babysit" us. She didn't really babysit us. It was more like she was just around and I took care of everything else. She usually lives in a temple and works there as a housekeeper. She insisted on doing the dishes, which no one argued over. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The first day, we were okay. Ellie was really playful and hyper. She didn't really want to eat her food either. So, I had a hard time getting her to eat her food! She even woke up 2am in the morning and played for 2 hours before going back to sleep. Then, she woke up around 6am. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I cooked lunch and dinner too. Everyone helped themselves to breakfast (except Ellie, duh. I fed her. Lol). Anyway, I was sleep deprived after Day 1. I didn't really get sleep. Even if I was "sleeping" I wasn't fully asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My parents called to check up on us. I'd put them on loud speaker so that Ellie could hear them and she'd say, "Mama, Papa" whenever she heard their voices. Cute xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My brother and sisters took care of themselves. They watched movies, played their computer games, ate when they were hungry. They were totally independant. Its just that sometimes I have to scold them to do thing like take their showers or like clean some mess up or help take care of Ellie for like 5mins while I do something real quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 2, everything was a bit better. Ellie ate more, slept longer and she pooped. &lt;&gt;.&gt;" See, this is how I do the laundry. White clothes with white clothes, Colored with colored, Dark with dark. Done washing go into dryer and then fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My grandma is so redundant and separates it into white guy clothes, white girl underwear, colored girl clothes, etc. you get what I mean. She's like no no, you can't put girl and guy clothes together. You can't wash and fold boy clothes. OMG who cares! They're ALL DIRTY CLOTHES. They're all going into the washing machine to get cleaned and then dryer and then ONE person folds it, ME. So no matter how much she separates it, I'm still going to be folding everything. I do laundry all the time. =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ellie slept through the night this time. That was good, but I still woke up 2 or 3 am and checked on her and made sure she was okay even though I slept right next to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Day 3, Ellie woke up around 7am. Good time. I wake up around that time too. I was too lazy to get up, so Ellie was crawling on me, walking around, playing with her toys and flipping through her books. She ate her food and was a good baby, pooped twice and took a long nap. She just woke up btw. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My bro was so nice today. He prepared lunch. Hotdogs. haha. He's cool like that. I totally appreciate him doing that. lol. I guess it was a satisfying lunch. lol =) Ellie sat with us on her high chair and watched Sesame Street. She really liked it. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My mom called today and told us that they'd come home around 6 and take us out for dinner. Yay. I don't have to cook or eat my grandma's cooking. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Annnddd, I end here. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8211255523059461954?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8211255523059461954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8211255523059461954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8211255523059461954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8211255523059461954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-in-1.html' title='3 in 1'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1690673931824662855</id><published>2009-09-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:03:01.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a boring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so this morning I went to school because I had an Acadeca class. It starts at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9am&lt;/span&gt; (happy Adrian?! LOL) but I went a bit earlier so that I could go see my counselor. I want to drop my AP Chemistry and check to make sure I have the classes and teachers I want.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turns out, I have everything I want except the AP English Language, but my counselor was so nice to me and helped me drop my AP Chem and told me to come back on the first day of school and she'd help put in the AP English class I wanted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Acadeca was cool.&lt;/span&gt; We basically studied 2 hrs and talked and fooled around the last hour. haha. Nothing much to say there but basically everyone had a good time studying, dicussing ;P being realy nerds and dorks.. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lastly, I went to FongYi's house and it just made my whole day because Sammy taught me how to play the guitar! I learned the C, G, D, A chord and E minor chord. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first (meaning a few weeks ago), I didn't want to bring the guitar home, but after I started learning how to play Amazing Grace,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just didn't want to let go of the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I just HAD TO learn how to play the song!&lt;/span&gt; So, I told Sammy, "I want to bring it home!" hahaha I was so happy ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you so much Sammy.&lt;/span&gt; I totally feel like learning the guitar is redeaming my musical self. =) That's another story, which I may post tommorrow or whenever I have the time and feel like it. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-1690673931824662855?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1690673931824662855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1690673931824662855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1690673931824662855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1690673931824662855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-boring-day.html' title='Not a boring day'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-5654852968046606111</id><published>2009-09-03T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:30:57.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MONITOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It only took two weeks" - I quote Adrian. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, it only took 2 weeks for my new monitor to arrive!!! FINALLY!!!! I had to use my bro's computer and he'd always kick me off the computer! &gt;=O But it's okay. I have my precious new monitor now. HE HE HE *evil laugh* LOL jkjk~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, I'm glad I have the monitor now, because I'll totally need it for school. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's basically the same size as my last monitor. Same color. Not the same brand. LOL I don't know what my last monitor's brand was, but this one is Acer. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*hugs my monitor* YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/941182095692441307-5654852968046606111?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/5654852968046606111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=5654852968046606111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5654852968046606111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5654852968046606111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-monitor.html' title='NEW MONITOR'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-3731633768157387114</id><published>2009-09-01T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:27:51.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird weather</title><content type='html'>I woke up today expecting another hot hot hot day. I guess it isn't hot anymore. So the first noticeable thing was that it wasn't as hot. Second, the sky was like grey. (Lily's favourite weather) Third, there was ash all over my backyard. I walked out and i was like "WOAH" there was all these little black specks on the ground and grass. O_O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is reminds me of the time I went camping with Michelle, Lena, Binh... at Malibu. There was a mountain fire nearby so we had to leave like the very next day. Even though we stayed over night, ironically, it wasn't even 24hours! The reason was because, we arrived at Malibu around 9pm at night and set up our tents and blabla... the very next day around 2pm we had to leave. The park rangers were closing the park because of HORRIBLE air quality. We didn't want to leave but of course we had no choice at all. I remember when I got home and blew my nose on the tissue, all these black stuff came out along with my boogers. That was when I realized how serious it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-3731633768157387114?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/3731633768157387114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=3731633768157387114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3731633768157387114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3731633768157387114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/09/weird-weather.html' title='Weird weather'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-2077009340218104953</id><published>2009-08-31T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:59:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Merdeka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today, technically yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but basically the 31st of August, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;is Merdeka Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy 57th Birthday Malaysia!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Also, Happy Birthday Christine Hew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My DaJiejie ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope you have a great birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wishing you all the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Missing you all the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;May God bless and always be with you~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Too bad I can't be at home to celebrate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Merdeka and Chris' Birthday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/941182095692441307-2077009340218104953?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/2077009340218104953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=2077009340218104953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2077009340218104953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2077009340218104953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-merdeka.html' title='Happy Merdeka!'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-3370600902063377893</id><published>2009-08-30T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:52:38.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ @ Sammy's</title><content type='html'>I finally get to use the computer! FINALLY! So I was quite unfortunate the past few days. First, my computer monitor broke. My dad tried to fix it but I guess this time it was like gone for good. My dad had fixed it like 5 times before... this time it is definitely a goner. LOL Then, my brother got himself into trouble and he got punished by not being able to use the computer which for some reason spilled over and affected my sis and I as well. So the 3 of us weren't able to use the computer for like 2 days. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a bunch of us from FongYi's small group went to Sammy's new apartment for a BBQ. He moved to Anahiem (and apparently lives like 10mins drive away from Knotts!!!), so far away from LA. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Joe picked me up around 1:40pm and Crystal, Jessica and Jeannette were already in the car. I was the LAST one to be picked up. Then, Joe drove to FCBC and dropped off Crystal and Jeannette. They "transfered" to Carson's car. LOL After that we were off to Sammy's place for BBQ~!!! yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little more than a 40mins drive, but we were the first ones to arrive! YAY! We're so punctual! ^_^ Sammy didn't start cooking yet. Mannnn, I thought there was gona be food when I arrived! LOL Then I could just like chow down and attack the food!!!! JK~ Carson's car was the next to arrive and lastly Myran's. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ area was next to a decent size pool. I have to say it was really nice. There was a BIG tall shady tree above is. The grass next to us was really green and it looked so healthy. I swear, if  I lived there, I would go out there and take naps! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everybody arrived we started to cook! Sammy kept saying we were going to be "Carnivores" that day! We were literally carnivornes! There was like A LOT of meat. Chicken, Prawns, Beef, Chicken kidneys, Squid... what else? LOL Well basically... there was like A LOT of meat. LOL It was really good. Thanks Sammy, Ah Heng and Steven for preparing all the food the day before and cooking it for us. It was so yummy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it was a really hot day too. Probably 99degrees or something. Joe was so funny. He his car has this thermometer and when he saw it was like 99 degrees, he was like, "OH my gosh! So cool!" and he was NOT being sarcastic! I was like WHAT?! How is it possible that inland is cooler than downtown?!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sammy's nephew is sooooo cuteeee! Chubby little babbyy Johnathan!!! Babies are so cuteeeee. =D  He has so much hair and he has BIIGGGG cute eyes~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people swam. Sammy, Jessica and Jerry only. Sammy was so mean. He kept doing cannon balls and getting us people sitting by the pool wet! Baaddd baddd Sammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to write anymore. Getting lazy and I'm getting sleepy. Haha. Basically we had an awesome time and I was stuffed when I got home! LOL Will blog more tmr if I can. byebyeeee =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-3370600902063377893?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/3370600902063377893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=3370600902063377893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3370600902063377893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3370600902063377893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/bbq-sammys.html' title='BBQ @ Sammy&apos;s'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-2806108729017109678</id><published>2009-08-23T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:52:57.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyebrow Threading</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today I went to the Burbank mall because my mom wanted to go to Old Navy to exchange some clothes. I got this awesome sweater and a pair of canvas shoe. I need one, since the bottom of my shoes are coming off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, we were walking to the parking lot when I saw this Indian Eyebrow Threading. It was really cool basically a thread is used to like "wax" and "shave" your eyebrows. I saw it on TV once and I thought it was really cool how just a string could do that! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short little video to show you wad it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tvBOgoNWic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took the lady about 10mins to shape and clean my brows. I thought it was really cool. When she was doing it. It felt like my brows were being pinched and tickled at the same time. LOL It is pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-2806108729017109678?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/2806108729017109678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=2806108729017109678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2806108729017109678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2806108729017109678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/eyebrow-threading.html' title='Eyebrow Threading'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8908165593161528105</id><published>2009-08-22T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:38:53.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Okay, so from Tues - Thurs, I was on a "college road trip". Basically, the school took us on a trip to see some colleges. We went to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Day 1) UC Santa Barbara, San Luis Obpiso Cal Poly&lt;br /&gt;(Day 2) Cal State Monteray Bay, UC Santa Cruz, San Jose State University, Stanford&lt;br /&gt;(Day3) San Fransico State University, Cal State University of Bakersfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's a lot to write about, but I am very lazy.... SO, I shall briefly describe each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm clock the day before to ring at 5:20am, but guess what?! It didn't ring!!!! So I woke up at 6am. I didn't get to shower, eat breakfast or comb my hair. I was like WTF! I'm late! I panicked because we had to meet at school by 6:15am which is when the bus leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to UCSB  was about 1 1/2 hours. Out of all the campuses that I had visited, I like Santa Barbara's campus the best. What made it really cool was that there were bicycles all over the place! Cuz it was the number 1 means of transportation in UCSB and the tour guide told us that there's 16,000 registered bicycles on campus out of a student body of 21,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour, we at at the campus food court. There was like Panda Express, Wendy's and all these franchise fast food stores. LOL I ate Wendy's. Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Cal Poly. I liked this campus too. It was really pretty and big. (Random fact: My 9th grade english teacher was a professor at this college.) The really cool thing about Cal Poly was that agriculture students were given their own plot of land to work on. Architech students were given their down studio and I thought that was so awesome. What was even more interesting was that the produce grown on the Cal Poly land was also packaged and sold in the Campus Market. LOL How cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove to this pizza place called "Cheezers" and we got a pretty big single pizza and a plate of salad and a pretty big cup of soda. LOL It was sooo yummy. I was sooo full. I didn't even finish the whole thing. LOL What I found really fasicnating about that restaurant were the bullet holes in the windows. You could see the bullet marks but the glass was so thick it did not shatter. So there's just a bunch of holes in the window. LOL Kinda crazy, but makes me feel safe to know that if someone from the outside tried to shoot I'd be safe. xD (I'm so lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we're done eating.. yada yada yada.. we drive to our hotel and we check in. It was a nice room. Pretty big. I shared it with Yuning and 2 other girls from Eagle Rock. Yuning and I slept on the sofa bed and they hogged the good bed. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept around 1 am because one of my roommates were on the phone with some dude she liked and she talked on the phone REALLY LOUD. At one point we were all so loud that the security guard from the lobby came up to our room and told us that we were too loud and that he could hear us from the lobby. I was like WOW!!!!!!!!!! We're THAT LOUD?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post about Day 2 a bit later. I need to do chores now.. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8908165593161528105?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8908165593161528105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8908165593161528105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8908165593161528105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8908165593161528105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-road-trip.html' title='College Road Trip'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-4133279866903357418</id><published>2009-08-17T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:41:38.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye West Sunglasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.maximumeyewear.com/productfolder/celebrity-sunglasses/musicians-sunglasses-men/kanye-west-stronger-sunglasses/kanye-west-stronger-sunglasses-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.maximumeyewear.com/productfolder/celebrity-sunglasses/musicians-sunglasses-men/kanye-west-stronger-sunglasses/kanye-west-stronger-sunglasses-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dude these are soooo cool! I want a pair! XD&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/941182095692441307-4133279866903357418?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/4133279866903357418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=4133279866903357418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4133279866903357418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4133279866903357418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/kanye-west-sunglasses.html' title='Kanye West Sunglasses'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-3918175099873443606</id><published>2009-08-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:01:05.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delivery~~~</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm bored... nothing to do today. I had plans to go out and have lunch with friends at Pho Broadway, but I had to cancel it since so many people including myself could not make it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now, I walked down to Alan's house to deliver his can of Arizona Green Tea that has been sitting in my fridge since like.. Tuesday? O.o... I forgot, but basically I've had it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down and when I got to his house... nobody answered. Alan was probably out and I think his mom was in the shower. 'Cuz I heard water but nobody answered the door. I kept saying "Hello? Anyone home?" and "Alan!" and more "HELLO?" LOL but yeah no one answered. So I waited a while and I noticed a cat staring at me. It was the house next door and there was this cat on the second floor looking down at me from the window. I was like... Uhh... kinda creepy... o.o" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while I was like okay.... nevermind... I'll just leave the green tea here (on the steps) ... and hope Alan gets it when he gets home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~ so that was my short little trip out of the house today. LOL I'm so lame....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-3918175099873443606?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/3918175099873443606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=3918175099873443606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3918175099873443606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3918175099873443606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/delivery.html' title='Delivery~~~'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-4789598109286872014</id><published>2009-08-14T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:18:21.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day... Yay</title><content type='html'>Yayyyy... today's the last day of summer school. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... it'll be 3 weeks before we go back to school hoorah! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2 hours in "keyboarding class" aka life skills and then 2 hours NOT in health class... I'll be in Zapata's classroom. After that, 3 hours in Crabtree's class studying for Acadeca. Rawr long time. Anyway, after that I hope I can go to fongyi's house. I asked my mom she's like "...maybe. You have to ask your dad~" I think I will call Joe and seeeeeee iff hheee cannn piicckk meee upp. Since my mom has to drive my bro and sis to swimming practice. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so quiet, more than half of the class isn't here. There's probably only 10 out of 40 over people here. Less than a quarter. LOL People are so lazy. Unlike Lydia and me.... *vain* LOL jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, people are like trying to set up the projector and figure out how to work it so that we can watch some movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Kevin thought I was typing, doing mircotype. HAHAHAHA. Mircotype is this keyboarding practice program that I have been doing for the past 6 weeks. Kevin was like, "Damn Waverly! I thought you were doing microtype! I was gonna say you were dedicated!" LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lookie, they got the movie to work but we can only hear the sound. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall post more later~ Ttyl!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-4789598109286872014?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/4789598109286872014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=4789598109286872014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4789598109286872014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4789598109286872014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-yay.html' title='Last Day... Yay'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-4202790028043594237</id><published>2009-08-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:56:01.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secondhand Smoke?</title><content type='html'>My mom picked me up from school today and she drove the "old new" Camry. It was basically my first time riding it and seeing what it looked like inside. If you're wondering why I didn't check out the car before, it was because my bro and dad were cleaning it and fixing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was pretty good. Lol. The only bad thing about the car was the smell. I could smell cigarrette smoke. I guess whoever owned and sold the car to us smokes. The smell wasn't strong but it was bad enough. The front passenger's seat's airbag was "missing". You could tell it wasn't in there because where the airbag was "stored" was crack and slightly opened. The steering wheel too. It seriously looked like the front could pop out anytime. It makes me wonder if the person who drove the car before got into an accident. My dad said the engine was "very good" for a car it's age. So I was thinking, maybe it wasn't a big accident or a fender-bender or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so that was "the ride" in "the car". LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhh~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-4202790028043594237?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/4202790028043594237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=4202790028043594237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4202790028043594237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4202790028043594237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/secondhand-smoke.html' title='Secondhand Smoke?'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-2800085241204104142</id><published>2009-08-10T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:14:34.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GEAR UP Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, so Thursday and Friday were happy days for me. I didn't have to go to school and I got to eat at a buffet for free. Chheeyyyaaaaa!!! XD I went to Occidental College for GEAR UP mentor training and it was pretty cool. I thought it'd be boring and dry just like last year's, but it turned out to be pretty darn awesome! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was a lot of lecturing and games. The lectures were pretty repetitive, but I enjoyed the games. What everyone (I am sure everyone) enjoyed and looked forward to the most was lunch. That was some good food and it was a buffet too! MUAHAHA. I chowed down on everything. (Kinda)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day1&lt;/strong&gt; - I had some pasta, salad, ice-cream, fruits, soda (funny story about the soda...),cookies!!! and etc... i don't remember what else I had. It was a lot of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right, and I said there was a funny/ weird story about the soda. Well, you seeeeee I'm not really a coke person and I always prefer Sprite. So I went to the soda machine and I got Sprite. Waverly's all happy with her Sprite and takes a sip. *SPITS EVERYTHING OUT!!!!!* Nah... just kidding. I didn't do that, but I spat the "soda" back into the cup. Turns out, it wasn't Sprite. It was just some carbonated water that tasted bitter and salty. O.o" Weird right? So I got coke. hehe =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 &lt;/strong&gt;- I ate this vegetarian lasanga. It was gooooooooooooooooood! More salad, some cupcakes, some fruits, this "push-pop" ice-cream, bread... mmmm... yeah.. LOL I liked the lasanga a lot. I went back for seconds and all. LOL. It was so awesome. I have to try making vegetarian lasanga one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would've eaten more, but we only had 30minutes of lunch. The reason was because there were other groups that needed to eat as well. So we had to chow down real fast and get out. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;One of the games I enjoyed the most was called the Birthday Line-Up. Basically, everyone has a birthday. Duh right? So there's about 40 people and we have to line up in order according to our birthdays. YAY! But here's the twist, you can't use your mouth. =O Gasp! My birthday was November 11 and I had one finger pointing in each hand. I started showing people my finger, trying to tell them my birthday was 11/11 but it didn't work. So I started "flicking" my finger and people finally got it. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;At the end of the game, I ended up where I should be. XD YAY! There was this guy on my left who's birthday was Nov 15 and this other girl on my right whose birthday was on Nov 2. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then the guy who was standing next to me did the most random thing. He put his arm on my shoulder and was like, "Hey there stranger, wanna be my best friend?" LOL I was like "O.o" what?" LOL It was pretty funny. We started talking and he turns out to be pretty awesome. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ummm... Oh yeah! Friday night. I went to FongYi's house! =D There were a few new people - Sammy, Steven, YingYing, Patrick... yup... I had a great time. I really missed everyone. When I came back I felt so welcomed and loved. Lol =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There were old people there too. haha. "Old" There was Jerry, Hannah, Jeramy, Ah Heng/Ah Ba, AiLian, Jessica, Ah Joe, Crystal... yaehh... lots of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, teacher wants us to turn off monitor... TTFN, Tata for Now. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-2800085241204104142?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/2800085241204104142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=2800085241204104142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2800085241204104142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2800085241204104142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/gear-up-training.html' title='GEAR UP Training'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-5150953332378888715</id><published>2009-08-05T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:25:12.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can blog at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I am at school right now. Yes, I am in 1st Period sitting right in front of a computer. Yes, typing this thing up. I finished my class work okay? And I don't want to do keyboarding. Well, technically, I am already typing. So it counts as practice. Yay! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, nothing much in class. Life Skills is boring. They are telling me things that I already know or are useless. I think the only thing good about this class is the fact that I can sit in front of a computer and have access to limited internet and the keyboarding. Hey, at least I'll learn how to type properly. LOlL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this girl, that's sitting on my left. Her name's Lydia. She's so awesome. LOL J/k At least I have some kind of company when I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, my cell is vibrating. Guess who tried to call me - THE SCHOOL. I am alraedy in school. LOL They should summon me out, not call meh!! Rawr!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, teacher is writing a few websites on the board now. She wants us to take a career quiz. Yup. Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH, I just finished taking the quiz and I didn't get any results. =.=" All there was were a bunch of advertisements after another. Jeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I hear a buzzing sound and it so annoying. Lydia said she couldn't hear it. I was like what?! Then she was like "the AC?" I was like "That's the AC?! Wow, it's really annoying." Basically, it sounds like a loud mosquito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we're taking an aptitude test. It is a weird test. =.=" It is so boring. &gt;.&gt;" Why do I have to take this class?! WHY?! I wanted to take the robotics class at ELAC that would PAY me $500 when the class is over. omg. =.=" I feel stupid taking this quiz. GAH....I've done like 150+ questions... and I am STILL NOT DONE.. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG I AM DONE.. but they ask for personal info again.. gah i think i did another test for no reason....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i published this post at home..... cuz the bell rang.. and i had to log off... yup&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/941182095692441307-5150953332378888715?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/5150953332378888715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=5150953332378888715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5150953332378888715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5150953332378888715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-blog-at-school.html' title='I can blog at school'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1720573789061323708</id><published>2009-08-04T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:13:14.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It isn't a 1994</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;.&gt;" Okay, so my mom got it wrong...&lt;br /&gt;it isn't a 1994 toyota camry...&lt;br /&gt;it's a 1996 toyota camry...&lt;br /&gt;Yup.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so weird...&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/941182095692441307-1720573789061323708?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1720573789061323708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1720573789061323708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1720573789061323708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1720573789061323708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-isnt-1994.html' title='It isn&apos;t a 1994'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8910522940559447995</id><published>2009-08-04T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:05:19.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An old new car?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so my dad just bought a used car about an hour or two ago. It's a silver 1994 Toyota Camry. When my mom told me it was a 1994 Camry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was like, "Oh wow, it's a year older than Alan's car." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom was like, "You think the car is for you?" (in a "I am going to laugh" kind of voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me, "NO~~" *rolls eyes* lolol jkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom, "Then why are you comparing?"  *laughing now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me, "Cuz Alan's the only person I know with a Camry!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh mom~ I know the car isn't for me.... it's like only in my dreams that I will have a car. LOL I probably won't get a car until I graduate from college. (which sucks) Plus I can't even drive yet... so... yeah.... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But when do I get to learn how to drive? =D&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/941182095692441307-8910522940559447995?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8910522940559447995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8910522940559447995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8910522940559447995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8910522940559447995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-new-car.html' title='An old new car?'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6212002396067578511</id><published>2009-07-28T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:05:25.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey everybody! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my submission for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Green Tea Uniform Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The main color: Green (0bviously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;click on the name to see the clothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thx!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/kit_tea_play_time_t_shirt_more_styles_-235977541715473949"&gt;Kit-Tea Shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/kit_tea_play_time_keychain-146695673103313724"&gt;Kit-Tea Key Chain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/kit_tea_play_time_slip_on_sneakers_shoes-167141153251874299"&gt;Kit-Tea Shoe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/kieutiepie/t-shirts/1693263-3-green-tea"&gt;Cuppa Green Tea Shirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dickiesgirl.com/store/productimages/regular/10011_khaki.jpg"&gt;Girl Khaki Pants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damnilikethat.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/the-beach-cargo-pant.jpg"&gt;Guy Cargo Pants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope people like these shirts and pants and all. I tried to find nice shirts and pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Vote for me please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-6212002396067578511?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6212002396067578511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6212002396067578511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6212002396067578511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6212002396067578511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-everybody-this-is-my-submission-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6285995172728275634</id><published>2009-07-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:29:10.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My dad's birthday is coming up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;in like 4 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for him except bake a carrot cake like every single year. My mom had this idea of us buying him dinner, because my bro n sis saved up a lot of money and they can totally afford it. I can't chip in because I don't save. lol. I usually buy stuff I need like food, drinks, water, bus fares... I don't work either, which sucks, 'cuz dad won't let me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So basically, I can't chip in any money at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Anyway, I want to do something for him. It really does suck that we as his kids can't do much for him. I feel bad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;So right now, my brain is like thinking, what can we do for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-6285995172728275634?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6285995172728275634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6285995172728275634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6285995172728275634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6285995172728275634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/07/dads-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-4214999394357914674</id><published>2009-07-21T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:35:04.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilets &amp; BasketBall &amp; Spiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sooooooo, today is Tuesday &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay, so I've got a crazy teacher for health class. Today, this one girl in my class wanted to go to the restroom. So she was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Mister, I may I go to the restroom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"No, you may not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"What the hell! *throws pencil &amp;amp; a tantrum* f*ck this sh*t."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*teacher ignores her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*She whines* "Mister, I need to go!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*teacher ignores her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*5minutes later* I'm dosing off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Waverly! Follow her to the restroom." *points at the girl*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"What the f*ck!!!!! Am I a dog now? I need to be followed?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I was like WTF! ( I didn't say this out loud duh) The toilet is down the hall! You can basically watch her walk to the restroom!!! He gives me a hall pass and the girl storms out of the classroom. She took her sweet time in the restroom. I waited for her outside. After about 5 minutes, the teacher walks out of the classroom and calls me to come back in. I walk back into the classroom and tell him that she's still in the restroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Then he says out loud, "Silly silly silly silly silly..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm walking back to my seat and I roll my eyes. He doesn't see it obviously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;About 3 minutes later, the girl walk back in and she was like, "Omg, she's left me~" In a really bitchy voice. I didn't care I was sleepy. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So yeah... that was weird.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And yay! Basketball with Alan today. Steve couldn't make it because he had Adult School. So it was just me practicing with Alan. First we did dribbling, then layups, then bounce pass, then chest pass and yupp...more more more... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I was better than the last time. I'm really glad XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And I find layups easier than regular shooting. O_o that is so weird? is it? Idk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed the passing. It was really funny, even though I got "hurt". LOL Alan passes hard and fast! I almost got hit in the face! And I got hit in the stomach, thigh, groin and shoulder multiple times!!! LOL Anywho, I had fun. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thanks Alan...so... when's the next practice? LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, about an hour ago, my dad found a black widown in the bathroom. He killed it and went outside to check if there were anymore around. Oh boy, there were so many. He called me, my bro n sis and told us to look for black widows and kill it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We found a whole bunch of small ones and 10 big ones. O.O I am scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were 3 under my sister's art table, which is where my sister spends a lot of time doing her art. I have to clean that place for her tommorrow. I don't want her getting bitten by any black widows. Ellie plays outside all the time too. &gt;.&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, that's my Tuesday...&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/941182095692441307-4214999394357914674?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/4214999394357914674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=4214999394357914674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4214999394357914674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/4214999394357914674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/07/toilets-basketball-spiders.html' title='Toilets &amp; BasketBall &amp; Spiders'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1296696998016933687</id><published>2009-07-20T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:40:32.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming anybody?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, so no basketball today. Instead, I went for a swim. I was looking forward to swimming laps for about an hour. Unfortunately, I didn't get to swim at all! All I did was have a dip in the water and watch my brother jump off the diving board. The reason I did not get to swim was because you had to be 18 or older to swim on the lanes, even if you knew how to swim. &gt;.&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So all I got to do was stay in the crowded 3 feet side of the pool. It wasn't very nice. I kept getting splashed and every now and then I'd feel someone touch me. The water was SO DIRTY. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my goodness, it was YELLOW. o.o" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The only reason I stayed in the water was to keep my brother company, because they closed the diving area for a life guard training. Sooooo yeeeeaaaahhh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, after half an hour, I couldn't take it anymore. The water just smelled and I got really annoyed by the splashing, so I got up. I rinsed and everything, went back to the pool area and sat at the waiting area. Then I waited another 30mins for my mom to come. I wish I brought my iPod or a book or something. Yeah. I will never leave my iPod at home ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't think I want to swim in that pool ever again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it just occurred to me that this is the FIRST TIME I swim in a PUBLIC pool.&lt;/span&gt; I definitely didn't like it. =.=" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-1296696998016933687?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1296696998016933687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1296696998016933687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1296696998016933687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1296696998016933687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming-anybody.html' title='swimming anybody?'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-15907924971256546</id><published>2009-07-18T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:02:23.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>Okay, so now Alan's teaching me basketball. I feel really stupid in basketball cause I spent two hours trying to shoot 5 in a row in 3 different spots. The first two I got it, but the last one... oh man it took forever and I didn't get my 5th hoop in. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really frustrating... =.="&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to bite the ball and punch it and kill it and deflate the life out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve said I was hopeless... I kinda feel like that &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still want to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ALAN!!! You have to teach mehhhh how to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suck at bball.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-15907924971256546?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/15907924971256546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=15907924971256546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/15907924971256546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/15907924971256546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/07/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-9011845509679435309</id><published>2009-07-06T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:54:05.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWEOMSE NEWS!~ and my new do~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;*drum rolls please* &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;pat your tummy or the table... anything... LOL &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;scored... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;*deep breath*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; 5 &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;ON THE AP BIOLOGY EXAM!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is so awesome. A 5 is like the highest possible score you can get and I am ecstatic!!! I worked really hard the whole school year and oh my gosh it totally paid off! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Biology~ I love you! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I take back all the mean things I wrote on the AP examination paper, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;you never saw it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I never wrote it. hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I also got a haircut yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I cut it short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Basically more than 1 feet of my hair has been cut off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got the funniest responses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There were basically 3 types of reactions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;love it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hate it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is that you?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some people like Cathleen were like, "OMG! I LOVE YOUR HAIR, SEXY!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Others like Fenny were like pouting and said to me, "Why'd u cut your hair? I like it looonnnggg!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And a lot of people did not recognize me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was waiting for my mom outside school and I saw Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She had the weirdest expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was like why is she looking at me like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(my hair duh~i totally forgot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I waved at her and her expression changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and she ran up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I didn't recognize you with your hair and all! I didn't wanna wave at your just in case you weren't you, I didn't wanna embarrass myself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-9011845509679435309?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/9011845509679435309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=9011845509679435309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/9011845509679435309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/9011845509679435309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/07/aweomse-news-and-my-new-do.html' title='AWEOMSE NEWS!~ and my new do~'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6499735237842513725</id><published>2009-07-05T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:47:02.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay so I mentioned in my last post that I was sick and I still am a little bit but getting better!!! Not yesterday though, yesterday my condition seemed to have gotten worse. I mean reallllyyyy bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I woke up yesterday feeling much better compared to the first day I got sick. My nose was less stuff I was KINDA able to breathe and when I coughed it didn't hurt anymore. I did feel a little tired so I took a nap around 10ish again and woke up around 12:30. For some reason I was really really really hungry and I felt like I needed some food. When I woke up, my body actually ached and it was really hard to get out of bed. I managed to get out of bed and to the dining table. I saw my brother and I told him I wanted to eat too. So he shouts to my mom who's in the kitchen that I want food too. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, my whole family was at the dining table and we were going to start eating. My mom she told me to go tie up my hair because my hair was messy I guess. So, I was like okay and I went to tie up my hair. By this time I felt really dizzy. I walk into the bathroom to get my hairband and it was a total failure. I was just about to grab the hairband and I blanked out. Everything was dark and I remember crashing into a wall and that was it. I woke up and the first thing I was thinking was that my lips hurt a lot. Apparently I had bit my lips and it was bleeding. The next thing I realized was that I was actually on the floor. It was really weird. I couldn't move my body. My body felt really heavy and I could lift it up. My parents heard me crash into the wall and the came rushing and found me on the floor. lol My mom was like wiping my face with her hands and she said I was sweating a lot. I didn't notice that until she mentioned it. I was like covered with a whole lot of sweat. It was crazy. You have to work out like massively to get the amount of sweat I was sweating out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I lay on the floor for about 10 minutes. I didn't have the energy to get up yet. But when I finally had enough energy, my mom helped me up and took my the the sofa. I was like so dazed. And I told my mom I wanted to eat. I was seriously hungry. Lol. My mom was like okay and she brought me a bowl of porridge. I ate it slowly because I didn't want to throw up or anything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It felt so weird to pass out.   o.o"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But yeah, I'm feeling way better today I'm going to rest and hopefully I can last 8 hours in school tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-6499735237842513725?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6499735237842513725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6499735237842513725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6499735237842513725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6499735237842513725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/07/passing-out.html' title='Passing Out'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-2305362982163645830</id><published>2009-07-03T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:15:07.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UCLA UniCamp &amp; Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got back from the UCLA UniCamp yesterday and it was soooo awesome! Unfortunately, I am sick. =.=" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This morning I woke up at 9am with a sore throat. I was sweating like crazy and feeling cold. I took a hot shower and I felt much much better. Then I went back to sleep around 10am. I slept for 3 hours which means I woke up at 1pm. I ate a little bit, then I went back to sleep around 2pm. I was half asleep for about 2hours. I just stayed in bed. Then around 5pm I fell asleep again. I woke up at 6pm and my stomach was really hurting. gosh. I tried to eat, but I didn't really have an appetite. I took a tiny bite of rice and I felt nauseated. After that I took another hot shower. And then just sat in my room with a heat pad for like an hour plus till it was 8pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I felt really sleepy but I couldn't fall asleep because I had already slept so much. But just resting made me feel a whole lot better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm glad I didn't get sick when I was at camp. hehe. =D Speaking of camp, I think I'll just blog about my first day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to school around 9:45am and left at 10am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There were only 10 students from Lincoln that went. So everyone had their own seat. The ride was pretty smooth until we got to the foothill of the mountain. The bus over-heated and broke down, luckily there was another bus behind us. That  bus had the San Pedro students if I am not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't a lot of students on that bus either and everyone still had a whole seat to themselves. When we were halfway up that bus broke down too! LOL We had to stop and wait for about 30mins for the bus to cool down. After that, I fell asleep for about 20mins. When I woke up we had just arrived at the camp site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off and put our luggage in a pile and a bunch of counselors started talking to me and my friends. They were like, you have to choose a "camp name." I was like, "What?" They told me that everyone would have a camp name while they were at UniCamp. We were not suppose to use our real names or call other by their real names. Or else we would have to kiss a tree!!!!!! This is a whole new level of loving trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 3ish ,by the way, and 4 other school arrived between 3-4pm. When everyone had arrived, we were taken to the camp fire site and separated into our "units." I was in Unit 5 and had 4 roommates and 3 counselors. We had awesome camp names - Moon, Rogue, Dangerous Tiger (DT), Thyme. My counselors were - Mommy, Lemur and Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our stuff and then moved into our "cabin." It wasn't really a cabin. It looked like a "house" on stilts from the outside. The inside was basically 5 bunkbeds. It's actually part of the cabin. It even has a tiny toilet and shower at one end of the cabin. It had no door, the only thing that gave us privacy was a piece of cloth covering the doorway of the toilet and shower. Everything was new too, because new facilities were being added to the camp. Which was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though we had a shower and all, I didnt get to shower for 5 days anyway =.=" They called this the "woodsey challenge", they said if you took a shower, bugs would be more attracted to you. I thought it was the opposite. Weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had settled in, we had to go for "line-up." Line-up was basically like a roll call. It was their way of making sure everyone was still in the campsite. No one dragged away and eaten my bears or mountain lions and stuff like that. We were given an orientation and told rules and all those typical stuff. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, it was time for dinner. We got spaghetti, a piece of garlic bread, milk, 2 pieces of meatballs and umm yeah... I think that was it. Dinner wasn't long it only took about 25mins, after that we had duties. After every meal, each cabin have to do a duty that is assigned to them. Ours happened to be washing dishes that night. The counselors and staff were singing all these camp songs and when they called me out to lead it, I was like, "How does it go again?" LOL And I'd just repeat everything my counselor say and everyone would repeat after me. Haha. It was pretty awkward at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite songs was the "Late Song." We sing it whenever a unit was late. It goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U. G. L. Y. You ain't got no alibi you ugly!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M.O.M.M.A That's how you got that way your momma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah yeah, your momma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D.A.D.D.Y That's another reason why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your dadday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah yeah, your dadday~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLOLOL. Funny song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When everyone was done with duties, we all met up in the "lodge." The activity was pretty boring. We were given different "cliques" of people and we were suppose to write it down on this huge piece of paper we were given in 1minute, then switch when time was up. When we were all done we were told to walk around and read the papers. And then we talked about steroetypes. Yup. I had nothing much to say. No one had much to say actually, besides the counselors and staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it FINALLY ended, it was realllyyy dark outside and when I looked up I saw a whole bunch of stars and the moon. It was a cresant that night. I never saw it shine so brightly before. lol. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to our cabins and had a debrief. Which was basically going through our day and talking about it. Yup. lol. Of course we brush our teeth, change and all but no shower =.=" Then it was sleepy time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes Day 1. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/941182095692441307-2305362982163645830?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/2305362982163645830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=2305362982163645830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2305362982163645830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/2305362982163645830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/07/ucla-unicamp-sick.html' title='UCLA UniCamp &amp; Sick'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8446883297708548210</id><published>2009-06-24T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:08:38.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basket Ball: Lesson 1</title><content type='html'>Today was my first time ever taking basketball seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I have to say: "Thank you Alan and Steve!" ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8am, Joseph, Audrey and I met up with Steve at Solano Elementary and we walked to the basketball court in Elysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve taught me how to do basic stuff like shoot the basketball into the hoop the RIGHT way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how you do it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aka the phail spelling of beef)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;B. - bend your knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E. - Elbow make an "L"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A. - Arch the ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;F. - Finish it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no.. not Advance Placement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A. - Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P. - Practice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically spent 1 hour shooting non-stop. At first the ball kept bouncing out. I didn't go in! I was like Mannnnn.. i'm so bad at this, but when the ball finally went it.. i was like YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I missed, Alan and Steve would push the ball back to me and I'd shoot all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, actually... a lot of times... I miss really easy shots and Alan would smack his face and shake his head. LOL And whenever my position starts to go out of position, Alan would lift up one of his arms and "power stroke" LOL (only AP bio ppl will know wad im talking about) XD  He also keeps telling me to practice shooting with one arm, that way I won't shoot all over the place. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More practice tommorrow! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8446883297708548210?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8446883297708548210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8446883297708548210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8446883297708548210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8446883297708548210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/06/basket-ball-lesson-1.html' title='Basket Ball: Lesson 1'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7669343356700825132</id><published>2009-06-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:27:13.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of school</title><content type='html'>Umm, so it's the last week of school. YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad my sophomore year is coming to an end. It was an OK year in school. I wasn't awesome but it wasn't horrible either. Pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my Junior year and the challenges. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking forward to summer! I want to run everyday this summer. It'll be fun! XD I think I'll drag Lorrie and Steve with me since they only live down the street. hehe. Then I'll get them to teach me how to play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a camping trip 2 weeks from now. A college road trip in August. Hm... what else? I don't know but I think this summer is going to be great! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah, and I'm going to want to have another day in the park with a bunch of friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have AcaDeca this summer! I'm definitely looking forward to that! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;So many new things to learn! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm yeah... lol... awesome year its gonna be next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-7669343356700825132?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7669343356700825132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7669343356700825132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7669343356700825132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7669343356700825132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-week-of-school.html' title='Last week of school'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7687708967080621515</id><published>2009-06-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:23:24.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalsssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: lucida grande;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COWNER%7E1.DEL%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:SimSun; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:宋体; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@SimSun"; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;}  /* List Definitions */  @list l0 	{mso-list-id:973174112; 	mso-list-type:hybrid; 	mso-list-template-ids:-244312800 1288331042 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715;} @list l0:level1 	{mso-level-text:%1-; 	mso-level-tab-stop:.5in; 	mso-level-number-position:left; 	text-indent:-.25in;} ol 	{margin-bottom:0in;} ul 	{margin-bottom:0in;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okayyy~ so I haven’t blogged for quite a while now. Hehe… well here I am blogging =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well first up, it’s almost finals week, but most of my classes are doing it earlier. Soooo, let me list out what I have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mandarin – Oral Presentation (DONE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Math – Multiply choice on everything I learned in 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AP Bio – Bioethics debate, my team’s topic is Euthanasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;English – Macbeth Act 4 Scene 1 Performance (the one I am looking forward to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;World History – Vocabulary &amp;amp; Geography &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s pretty easy. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I said, the English final is the one I’m looking forward to. We have to perform a scene from the play Macbeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s our final. Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The scene I will be performing is a creepy scene with witches and apparitions and bloody people and kings! My crew consists of 9 people. My part in the play is to be the “Undead King/ Queen.” Whichever you prefer to call it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We all have to look creepy and undead and mysterious. So I got eyeliner from my mom and started drawing all over my eye. I did a really bad job. LOL I don’t know how to use make-up. So, I outlined my eye and darkened it and all, but it didn’t look creepy. It just looked … … really messy. Lol So, I have to go google, how to put on Halloween make-up or ask my mom/ friends. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of our final is to make a “Director’s Notebook” which basically consists of our script, list of props, costumes, blablabla… all those stuff you need for a play. I’m putting in together and I have to say I enjoy it! ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some problems that I have though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1-    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My team really really really want DRY ICE. We think it will be such an awesome effect! Imagine the witches casting a spell and suddenly BAM! SMOKE!!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2-    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a black cloth. We need this to cover the table as a part of our prop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3-    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know how to use eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4-    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I need a costume. What am I going to wear?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I have anymore problems? *thinks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm… I’m pretty sure that’s all. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeap. So on the day of our performance, I am going to record this!! I’m not going to post it though. I guess people will just have to ask me for it. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;^_^ excited! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-7687708967080621515?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7687708967080621515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7687708967080621515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7687708967080621515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7687708967080621515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/06/finalsssss.html' title='Finalsssss'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-9164647132710777495</id><published>2009-06-02T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:36:46.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ellie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; year old now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-9164647132710777495?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/9164647132710777495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=9164647132710777495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/9164647132710777495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/9164647132710777495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-ellie.html' title='Happy Birthday Ellie'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-6968088003152149832</id><published>2009-05-29T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:19:27.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw Carlos Kissing Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>Lily tagged me and I did this tag which is the coolest tag ever. It's not one of those tags where you have to answer a bunch of dumb answers about yourself. LOL They just tell you to give them a bunch of words and at the end, they spit out a hilarious story! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Saw Carlos Kissing Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Waverly woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one talkative box that looked like a pet rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then Waverly noticed that Carlos was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;... &lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;Read More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waverly thought that she would surprise Carlos. Maybe even sneak up behind him and break him on his shiny foot. That always made Carlos cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waverly crept successfully down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its savage lights, and the presents, heaped up accidentally, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Carlos. Kissing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waverly was so angry, she picked up a plant from a table and threw it amazingly in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carlos, you awesome Panda!" Waverly yelled. "How could you cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  on me with...with..." Waverly looked and then rubbed her stomach and looked again. It was Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Let me explain," Carlos said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;... &lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;Read More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a nerdy kiss it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I suppose," Waverly said joyously. "If he was under the mistletoe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be quiet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seemed reasonable. Waverly went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was the best kisser ever, like any broken hearted person would say - love stinks.. He made Waverly's head feel all disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see?" Carlos said stealthily and Waverly saw. So they had a threeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's presents were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&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/941182095692441307-6968088003152149832?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/6968088003152149832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=6968088003152149832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6968088003152149832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/6968088003152149832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-saw-carlos-kissing-santa-claus.html' title='I Saw Carlos Kissing Santa Claus'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1676949354826536239</id><published>2009-05-25T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:34:55.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial week = sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;This long weekend I had a lot of good naps. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;From Friday to Monday, I got an average of about 2 hours of sleep in the afternoon! Sadly, my mom would always wake me up so that I would take care of Ellie. Goshhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is the first time (ever) I can fall asleep during the day with no problem. It usually takes me forever to fall asleep, especially if it's during the day. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm so panda~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sleep is so awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom called Malaysia. She just called to see how everyone (my relatives, her family) was doing. Everyone seems to be doing fine. She told me my cousin (who is a year older than me) is going to learn how to drive next month when she gets back from Singapore. When I heard that, I told her in a whiny voice that I wanted to learn how to drive. rofl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I seriously want to drive. I am going to bug her. XD I don't care if I have to learn with the family van. As long as it means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me + Driver seat = Driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, then I'm happy. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also she woke me up so that I would once again take care of Ellie so that she could call Malaysia. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after talking on the phone, my mom and I took Ellie outside so that she could play in the sun for a while. We started to talk about family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She told me it would be best if my brother, sisters and I stayed close to each other when we grow up and have our own families. &lt;/span&gt;She said not one in Northern California and another in Southern California and the other some where else. She said stay close it is better. Plus your kids will have cousin to play with. (unlike us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree. I see that most of my friends have cousins that live near by and it seems so nice. I'm sure some times they won't get along but it's so nice to have some family near by. All my life my cousins live far away from me. It's kinda sad. Well, I don't have a lot of cousins either, only 5. I have a lot of aunts and uncles but only 2 got married and actually have kids. I always asked my other aunts why they don't get married and have kids! I want cousins!!! LOL Well, it's kinda too late now. I'm pretty much "grown up" Even if they had kids now, I wouldn't be able to be close to them because of the age difference. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always wondered what it was like to live close to cousins.&lt;/span&gt; lol Must be really fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;Also, cousins are almost like brothers and sisters yet you're not. So you have a friend that is really close to you and can be annoying like a sibling but don't really live with you. I don't know how to explain. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought about what my mom said about not living too far away from each other. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was thinking "... but I want to live in Malaysia for a while." I also want to go to China for a while.&lt;/span&gt; My siblings will be living in America for sure. That's definitely not living "close by"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh well. We'll see what happens in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-1676949354826536239?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1676949354826536239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1676949354826536239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1676949354826536239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1676949354826536239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-week-sleep.html' title='Memorial week = sleep'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-5695011610961735931</id><published>2009-05-16T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:35:09.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Olympics</title><content type='html'>Today was the Youth Olympics! It was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a group of us met up at YUCA then Dennis drove us to Santa Monica College. When we got there, we split up into different teams. I was in Team 13. No one I knew was in that team, but it was okay. I make friends quickly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some CSC (China Service Center) people too - Ben, Jay, Christy, Amy, Daisy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my team. There were only 4 people. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Every team is suppose to have 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to combine teams with group 16. They only had 6 people. So put their team and ours together will equal to 10 people. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really in the mood to go into details. So I'll just put down what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relay Race&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math Race? (so out of place and totally random)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obstacle Course (I had to throw a Frisbee through a hoop and I pwned!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sponge/Water Race (We basically had to fill up a bucket of water with a sponge)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tug of War (we lost in less than one min =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another Obstacle Course (this time people we blind folded)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah... there wasn't much to do, but I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a few performances. I think the best was the improv. rofl I really enjoyed that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... We had Panda Express for lucnh! The chicken was good, not the rice tho. The rice tasted weird. I didn't finish the rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm.. I think I got an uneven tan. (Even though the sun was not really out =.=") I think only the bottom half of my face got a tan. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my team got 5th place out of like 15 teams. Which is pretty good I guess. Too bad we didn't get any medals. We did get a "goodie" bag though. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing else to say. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-5695011610961735931?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/5695011610961735931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=5695011610961735931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5695011610961735931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5695011610961735931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/05/youth-olympics.html' title='Youth Olympics'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7934868210719682673</id><published>2009-05-11T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:24:28.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The AP Bio Exam. THE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Today was THE AP BIOLOGY EXAM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I walked into the library, I felt so confident. When I walked out I was hoping for at least a 4. The multiple choice was not bad at all. I expected harder, turns out it wasn't too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT WHEN I GOT TO THE ESSAYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I started to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; *HYPERVENTILATE* &lt;/span&gt;in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was taking deep breaths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I HAD NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was like WTF!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What do I do? What do I do? WHAT DO I DO?!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I went on to the next essay. It was not so bad. It was only the chapter I was horrible in!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I went to the third essay. Thank goodness I knew something about that essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I loved the last essay. I knew A LOT about that essay. So I did the last one first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went backwards. Last, third, second then first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;When I walked out of the library, I felt so degraded. I felt like I would get a 3 or 4. I was aiming for a 5. I studied so hard. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know what's the worst thing?! All the chapters that I studied, it was basically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;on the exam. That pissed me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I felt like I studied for nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*pulls hair out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*burns notes*&lt;br /&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;*dance around bonfire of notes with AP bio peeps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*regrets burning notes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahhh, I'd never burn my notes.&lt;br /&gt;I need it for SAT II Biology&lt;br /&gt;this June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I WILL GET &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AT LEAST 650&lt;/span&gt; for the SAT II Biology!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*determined!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;=O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;That is my face of determination. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During my last 5 minutes, I had no clue on what to write anymore. So I just scribled down random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hi Ms Kwan, Hi Ms Paulson, I love AP Bio, but I hate the essays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God essays are worth only 40%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drew a lucky house. I actually drew a lucky house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why so serious?! (and i crossed it out) LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*cries*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I wrote much more stuff down, I don't remember it all. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to take a picture of it when I get it back on Wednesday. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I'll totally post it! LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/941182095692441307-7934868210719682673?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7934868210719682673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7934868210719682673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7934868210719682673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7934868210719682673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/05/ap-bio-exam.html' title='The AP Bio Exam. THE'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-142837693621162776</id><published>2009-05-08T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:53:11.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh my gosshhnesss!!! Just two more days till AP Biology exam!!!!! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to review :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Cellular respiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Photosynthesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Mitosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Meiosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Plant systems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Hardy-Weinberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Immune system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Muscle system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Reproductive system... LOL jkjk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;( I doubt any there will be any reproductive questions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was supposed to stay after school until like 7 pm today. Kwan and Paulson was going to buy us pizza, but I guess there was a change of plans. They were both really tired and wanted to go home at 5pm. So instead of 7pm, we went home 2hours earlier than expected. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though. I'm going to meet up with YuQi, Steve and Jason tommorrow at China Town library for a last review. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I left school, I told Ms. Paulson &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Happy Mother's Day!" &lt;/span&gt;Then she did the cutest thing. She jumped and turned around and skipped to where I was standing. LOL When she got to where I was, she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Oh! I forgot about the class baby shower gift for Ms. Kwan! Would you be willing to collect the money from your class and buy her a present?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Sure! I don't mind I have a baby sister and my mom might need to get something anyway!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, wish me luck on Monday morning!&lt;br /&gt;No fear!&lt;br /&gt;I have a shiny lucky pencil AND pen from Ms. Kwan!! XD&lt;br /&gt;AP Biology I will own you!&lt;br /&gt;The number 5 will be my favourite number for that day!&lt;br /&gt;90 + 60 = Steve Pan.&lt;br /&gt;Why so serious?!&lt;br /&gt;What starts with a 'M' and ends with a 'G'?&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me hit you with this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;sclenrenchyma!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-142837693621162776?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/142837693621162776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=142837693621162776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/142837693621162776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/142837693621162776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days!'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8758412170814346470</id><published>2009-05-05T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:56:47.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years</title><content type='html'>It's almost 2 years since I left Malaysia. Time really does fly nowadays. It's kinda crazy. I don't know why, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've grown up a lot in the past two years. I am more independent now, which is a good thing. =) I enjoy school. I made lots of new friends and I definitely learned a whole lot. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freshman year was a really fun year. I absolutely enjoyed it 110%!! I wish I knew more about the schools here though, that way I would have been more prepared. lol But it's okay. The year was awesome! The only down part was that I missed Malaysia like a whole lot. I guess my eyes had to work extra hard. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year isn't as awesome as last year, but I still enjoy it! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Especially my AP Biology! &lt;/span&gt;What an interesting class!!! Even in my freshman year, my AP European class was really fun! Don't get me wrong it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DAMN HARD, but I loved it. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, which reminds me, AP Biology test is coming up on Monday! I feel more prepared and confident this year compared to last year. Last year, my AP test was schedule in the afternoon, so I was anxious all morning! I wasn't a great feeling. I was all nervous and I did the weirdest things. I would shake and scream at people for no apparent reason. This year, I think that won't happen. I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BRING IT ON COLLEGE BOARD!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aiming for a 5 on this exam. Last year I got a 3. I was really happy with it because it was my first AP class and my first major exam in 6 years! =D I was quite proud of myself. But this time I am aiming for a 5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That is going to be my favorite number on Monday. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I honestly can't wait for my Junior year (even though it is basically academic suicide for me)!! I will be taking the most interesting classes ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AP US History, AP Chemistry, AP English, AP Calc, Academic Decathlon, Music or Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Woooo looking forward to it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you probably think I am crazy, but I don't think so. I think I am ready for all that! I love history, chem is no problemo~, music &lt;3, english is fun, Academic Decathlon I love as well, Calc is ehh (I'll work hard!!) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yeah.... =D&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a great year next year. =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8758412170814346470?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8758412170814346470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8758412170814346470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8758412170814346470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8758412170814346470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-years.html' title='Two Years'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-788456300295321140</id><published>2009-05-04T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:24:07.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSEPH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D wow 13 now! Goshhhh, so fasstt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're as tall&lt;br /&gt;maybe even taller than me now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a big baby brother... lol&lt;br /&gt;Yes you're still my baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both growing up so fast now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we're still in elementary&lt;br /&gt;and playing imaginary games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;you liked robots when you were younger&lt;br /&gt;and you still do.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that your toys got more expensive now.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must really love&lt;br /&gt;your mindstorm toy&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have a brother... lolz&lt;br /&gt;even though&lt;br /&gt;you sometimes annoy the heck out of me.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-788456300295321140?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/788456300295321140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=788456300295321140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/788456300295321140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/788456300295321140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-joseph-d-wow-13-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7994300787427552358</id><published>2009-05-02T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:56:21.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leelee's party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay, so today we finally celebrate Lily's 71th birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I said 71th! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5 in the morning to bake the cake/brownie. It was pretty fun making it. If only I wasn't so sleepy and got to do it with Alan. lol... oh well. I still got it done. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When the brownie was done, I took shower, change, blablabla... Then I decorated the cake. I liked decorating it. haha. When I was done, I had to put a sign that said, "DO NOT EAT! SERIOUSLY!" But you know what? My bro and sis came to me and still asked me if they could eat it! I was like read the note!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8:30, I had to go to school. On the way, I dropped off the cake and present at Alan's house. =D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You Alan!!!&lt;/span&gt; Hehe. Apparently, Vannessa woke him up so that she could pass another present to him. LOL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You Vanessa too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a mock AP biology test at school. The test was HARD!!!! WAYYYY harder than the past few practice tests we took. I got a 62 out of 100. =( It's considered around a 4 for an AP test, but I was still dissapointed because I wanted a 5!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the mock test, grading and discussions all ended around 11pm. And I have to say, from 11pm - 2pm was the worst part of the day. I went to the 99cent store to buy Lily birthday balloons. So lots of walking for me. I now understand why Joey does not like balloons. After I bought the balloons, it kept hitting me every 5 seconds! Annoying much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Then I took the dash to Alan's house. By that time, I wanted to pop the balloons so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I said to Alan, "Can I kill the balloons?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Alan says with the most annoyed tone ever, "No. Shut up!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LOLOLOL First time he tell me to shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, first we went to the park to drop off Adrian, Brendan, Curtis and Kevin the Gundam lover. They took the present and cake. I forgot to make them take the balloon. Aiya! Another 10minutes with the damn balloons!!! Apparently, the cake was almost stolen/ eaten by a squirrel. LOL How awesome, the squirrel wanted to join the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping those 4 off, Alan and I went to pick up Lily!! Then we headed back to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so boring after that. We basically had nothing to do. Everyone was waiting for Dinh, Andy, Andy Jr and Joey to bring food!!!!! Alan had to go pick up Joey. Lol. On the way they went to "eat" and pick up Alan's calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;We basically waited for a total of about 1-2 hours. =.= That was the not so great part of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;It was also Lily's ideal day. Kinda dark, VERY windy. ick. I didn't like the cold. lol. I was freezing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the real food FINALLY came, we had no plates or cups. So we ate the cheap asian ghetto way. With tin foil. LOL It was really funny, but I don't think anyone minded. hahaha. We had to waterfall for the drinks. lol Alan took my bottle and made it his cup. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank You Joey for bringing the food. I really appreciate it!!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, sang happy birthday to Lily, took lots of picture, played tag, fool around, eat, yeap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tag was the best part of the day (to me). I loved the fact that most of us were running around. hahaha. It was awesome. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny when we all sat down and just started to tag each other. It just went around in a circle. What went around came around. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it became more fun when Ivan got to the party. DANG. Dinh and Andy were like attacking Ivan. Ivan was "fighting" back and ROFL! It was just hilarious. They were throwing sticks at each other. Punching each other. Wrestling with each other. CRAZYYYY!!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh and Adrian stole Alan's keys and hid it in his pockets. ROFL it was funny. Alan was like "Wth! Where's my key?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Adrian had this smirk on his face. Rofl. That gave everything away. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Alan's keys was stolen a second time too. This time Joey stole it. She hid it in her bag. Just when she was about to leave, she passed it to me. And I kept it for a while ;P When Alan realized it was gone AGAIN, I passed it to Lily. hahahaha. It was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Adrian got a pat down. ROFL He was the number one suspect! Then he shook my raincoat bag up and down. LOL After that, I think Alan really thought that the keys were missing. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went around to look for it, Lily started swing the keys in the air and Alan saw her! Rofl! Lily you spoiled it!!! LOL Well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Alan took the keys back and I'm guessing he was a little pissed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh there's too much to write about!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thank you, Alan, Adrian, Brendan, Curtis, Kevin, Joey, Andy, Dinh, Andy Jr, Ivan for coming!!! You all rock :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Especially thank you to - Alan, Joey and Vannessa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Alan you drive us all around so much. Haha. I really feel bad sometimes, but I'm really grateful! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Joey you got all that food, chipped in for the party! I wanna just give you a big hug and say thank you a million times!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Vannessa, you went to CT twice just to look for a present for Lily. You call me up, calm me down and yeah!  =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhh... what a day. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-7994300787427552358?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7994300787427552358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7994300787427552358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7994300787427552358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7994300787427552358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/05/leelees-party.html' title='Leelee&apos;s party!'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-3490161729374010475</id><published>2009-05-01T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:32:29.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem in a Pocket Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was "Poem in a Pocket Day." You supposedly take a poem you like and put it in your pocket. When you see a friend, you take it out and show your friend your poem and your friend does the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know there was such a day, until yesterday. LoL. Ms. Lauer (my english teacher), told us about it and she said she thought she had told us about it. Apparently, she did not because the whole class knew nothing about it. Oh well. So she made today "Poem in a Pocket Day Part 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I read a poem that I wrote. Honestly, I don't think there is anything special about it. I wrote it for fun based on myself. Anyway, when I was done reading my poem outloud to class, I looked at Ms. Lauer. She had an amazed face. Seriously. Her mouth was open and her eyes were like "OPEN." You get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She liked my poem so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was like, "Waverly, can I have a copy of your poem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response, "Ummm... okay? Do you want this copy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauer, "As long as you have a copy in your computer or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,"Yeah, I have a copy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk over and give her the paper with my poem on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am *SHOCKED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really was shocked. There's nothing special about the poem and my classmates did not seem impressed by it. They all seemed bored. 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time for bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mommy does not tuck me in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She sings no lullabies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy does not read to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neither fairytales nor princesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I switch off the lights, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I crawl into bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pull the covers over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And curl up inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight, goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I whisper to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister nearly asleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Between reality and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear her breathing so calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No sheeps to count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No stories to be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No songs to be sung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No dolls to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lie there in the darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With my eyes wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tossing and turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unable to fall into slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I listen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I listen for my sweet lullaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear my father’s bold footsteps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walk pass my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The television turned on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And a chair pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mother and baby sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear their melodious laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A giggle and a squeak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As they play together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My brother’s snore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a funny sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister’s breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So calm, so peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a soothing tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eyes feel heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am somewhere in between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reality and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slowly, I drift off to my slumber land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-3490161729374010475?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/3490161729374010475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=3490161729374010475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3490161729374010475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/3490161729374010475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-in-pocket-day.html' title='Poem in a Pocket Day'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1859057307883277585</id><published>2009-04-27T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:22:54.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Lily~</title><content type='html'>First off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I want to wish you all the best! =D It's your birthday today and I hope it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt; at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; an OKAY day for you. I know it hasn't been such a great year for you. It must really suck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;I think the worst part of it all (to me), is that I can't be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; Even if I was, you'd probably think I never understood you. =( Which really sucks. This year I have been realllyyyy busy myself and I haven't really had the chance to hang out with you. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But forget about the sad and bad things for the moment. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me remind you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how awesome of a writer you are. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Actually, you probably don't need me to remind you, you have thousands of fans that reminds you everyday. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I love your story! Go MS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I need to catch up on that. hehe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Keep writing Lily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; No matter how horrible you think the story is, there's always readers like me out there who think your stories are fantastic! and screw Twilight. Pshh.... that story makes me mad every time I think of it nowadays. LOL and to think you were the one who hates that story's guts inside out the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I miss having PE with you! Even though we weren't in the same class, but what the heck, you know what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What were all those crazy conversations we had? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;There were all such weird and funny conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Some one should have written them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And why do you and Phan laugh at me for no reason?! I didn't get it. I still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Like out of the blue, you and Phan start laughing at me and I'm like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"WHAT I DO?" O_O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you and Phan look at each other and laugh even harder.&lt;br /&gt;You mean people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And in the morning, you were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;always in the library reading Mangas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I remember you showing me funny parts in the Mangas and I'd never understand them. LOL I'm know like nothing when it comes to Mangas and Animes and Dramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which reminds me.... I LOVE HYD and METEOR GARDEN!!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I love that you introduced those two dramas to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I realllyyyy enjoyed watching those with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's watch more this summer.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You recommending it, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks for being my friend Lily. I know we're really different. I'm obssessed with Malaysia and you're obssessed with dramas and stuff, but then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I think of you as my best friend here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its not easy finding friends. I don't really know what you think of me as, all I know is that sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I annoy you to death sometimes. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But then most of the time I don't do it on purpose. Oh well, everyone need someone to annoy them. And I'm just the person to annoy you Lily, you can count on it. hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside me loving to annoy you.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I love to see my friends smile.&lt;/span&gt; That's why last year I planned a surprise party for you, but totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in keeping it a secret. Gosh, we made it seem SO OBVIOUS. I failed this year too. Sorry. =( I wanted it to be a surprise. BUT  your schedule is so messy and packed! LOL and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for that, I think I have to say sorry to Alan too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alsooo, thank you Lily for being able to cheer me up sometimes. =) When I'm quite down and moody. You sometimes make me forget that I am sad or mad. LOL You did a good job last time, letting me read some of the FML stuff.. hahaha it was hilarious =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I have plenty more to say about you,&lt;br /&gt;but there's too much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop now and go do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;And since it is the end of this&lt;br /&gt;"letter" to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you should go do yours too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-1859057307883277585?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1859057307883277585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1859057307883277585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1859057307883277585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1859057307883277585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-lily.html' title='To Lily~'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-5876723511919084704</id><published>2009-04-25T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:51:32.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week</title><content type='html'>I feel like this week has gone by ever so slowly, like a snail taking its sweet time. A lot of things happened and this week I started to stress over school. I have like so many projects and AP class to study for. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;迟睢, 早起, 对身体不健康.&lt;br /&gt;应该是...&lt;br /&gt;早睢, 早起, 对身体健康.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin project was okay I guess. Poor Qiao didn't get to present hers at all. She had everything "perfect" and ready. Unfortunately, for her, she had to present it all in 30seconds after the bell had rung. Our teacher was like, "Okay, I know what that is. Next slide!" She didn't really let Qiao talk. Now Qiao is pissed off because she might get a bad grade for it. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I have left is English. We have to read 10 poems, out of the 10, we have to annotate and study 5, analyze 3, immitate 2, and perform 1. The analysis is due Monday. Sigh. and everything is due May 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst off all is AP Biology. I MUST STUDDY!!! Two more weeks and its the exams.&lt;br /&gt;My second time taking a serious examination! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are pandas so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need more sleep. I have eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best place to fall asleep is in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;Do we have apples at home? Yes, we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am just typing whatever comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我非常喜欢我的名 - 诗晴. 就是诗歌的'诗', 晴天的'晴'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is quite comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did I wake up so early?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a grand piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years older than Ellie. Wow. I never thought it would happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought a lot of things would happen to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-5876723511919084704?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/5876723511919084704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=5876723511919084704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5876723511919084704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5876723511919084704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-week.html' title='Long week'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1967426934983082542</id><published>2009-04-20T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:47:22.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny funny day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, so today was kind of funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In period 1 (Mandarin), I have to do this one project and it requires power point. So, I went to use to computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So my partners and I were like using the computer. I needed to put in my USB to show them my work. I plug in the USB, but it doesn't work. According to my friend, he said that I had to stick in my USB from the back of the CPU. I was like =.=" damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I tried to do that. Unfortunately, not only was I unsuccessful, I happened to break the monitor too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, I was trying to plug in the USB, but the monitor was in the way. Sooooo I moved it just a litttttllllee bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know what happened? I heard this realllyyy loud crack! And the freaking monitor almost fell on me!  =O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Turns out the bottom of the monitor was broken. It was the base and was not very important. The monitor would work with or without it. So the guy flipped the monitor over to the side and tried to fix it. They were unsuccessful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cindy who was right next to me was laughing her ass off. She was making fun of me saying "Oh wow, Waverly, you're so strong!"  LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since we couldn't fix it and the monitor would work with or without the base, we decided to put the monitor back and just put the base under the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amazingly, our teacher did NOT notice. We were actually pretty noisy. I'm surprised she did not notice us! ahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-1967426934983082542?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1967426934983082542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1967426934983082542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1967426934983082542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1967426934983082542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-funny-day.html' title='Funny funny day'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7162897506729686208</id><published>2009-04-18T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:32:05.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So for the past week, my body has pretty much been acting weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What I mean by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"acting weird"&lt;/span&gt; is that it isn't doing what it should do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;For example, I can't really fall asleep. It usually takes me 10minutes or less to fall asleep. But for the past few night, it has been taking me an hour or more to fall asleep. It really is irritating. I toss and turn in bed. It's really uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I also know that my body is used to 8 hours of sleep. Every single day (including weekends), from whatever time I sleep... count 8 hours and that is when I will automatically wake up. The weird thing now is that I wake up at the oddest hours. Just two days ago I fell asleep around 1 am and woke up at 4am. I felt perfectly normal and awake. I couldn't go back to sleep even though I wanted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;When I'm at school, I'm always wide awake. But, recently, I've been feeling sleepy in my 3rd period. That is not cool! 3rd and 4th period are my favourite periods!!! (AP Biology =P) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;What is happening to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;circadian rhythm?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Also everyday after school, I will be hungry. (I don't eat school food, it is nasty.) But yesterday, I got home at 5pm and I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no appetite. Like none. At all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. Not trying to be bulimic or anorexic. I like food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And I quote Lily, "Food is a pimp" ROFL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;My eye has been twitching too!! OMG!! Annoyinggg!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've drank milk (for Ca+), ate bananas (for K+), some salty food (Na+), all those food with the salt ions!&lt;/span&gt; Nothing works!!! It is so annoying. It is twitching right now! =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am sleepy now. I think I will go nap. &lt;span&gt;Which is also weird because I never nap unless I am like sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone get a biologist and tell me what's going on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-7162897506729686208?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7162897506729686208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7162897506729686208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7162897506729686208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7162897506729686208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia?'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-5264774893597875208</id><published>2009-04-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:20:43.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luminarias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was YUCA's 15th anniversary party and it was great!&lt;br /&gt;We went to Luminarias restaurant on Monterey Hills. It is reallllyyy pretty. The place isn't hard to find actually. It's like 2 minutes away after you exit the highway. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party started around 6ish. So Vanessa came over to my house around 4 something to do her hair. We curled it. She looked pretttyy!! I liked her shiny dress; it had a pretty bow. I straightened my hair. lol It doesnt look any different, just neater. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we went picked up Phan, Nikki and Joey. We got there and I was thinking SWEET! xD So we get dropped of and the first thing Sophia says is... FREEZE! and took a picture of is. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omg! When I saw all my friend I was thinking, "EVERYONE LOOKS SO GREAT!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Andy Ong was wearing a full suit and when I saw him I was like, "Andy! You look great!" and in return, Andy HU (who was standing next to me) said, "THANK YOU WAVERLY!" LOL Funny people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anthony looked really good too. Very handsome. haha.. It was my second time seeing him dressed up. First time I saw him dressed up was for Senior pictures. He was wearing a red shirt and a simple tie. Cool. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice a lot of girls liked the color &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;. I guess because it was of the "formality". So, like... 90% of the girls had a black dress. I LOVED Karen's dress!! It was white white greenish patterns all over it! PRETTYYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinh's dress was really nice to! The top part from her bust up was a nice yellow color with a giant yellow flower and the bottom was a tight black. I was like, "Wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much to do for the first hour. We just took pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. =D We signed in, got a "dinner ticket" and choose where we would sit. Phan, Joey, Vanessa and I sat at table 8 with Edward and Ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how the place was decorated. It was simple yet elegant like it was for a ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was some announcements from Dennis, a slide show about YUCA then till now, and more talking from Dennis. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In the middle of all that, dinner came. I got chicken. The food was okay. It was so dry. I had to keep drinking water. Speaking of drinks!!!! There was a private bar. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I got a virgin Margarita. It was gggoooodd.... I like the sour taste. &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa man, she got drinks like 3 times! She got 2 Shirley Temples and 1 Virgin Margarita. I took a picture of it! But I can't find my USB thingy to connect my camera to the comp to upload the pics! &gt;.&lt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;After all that was done, it was dance time. Hehe. It was fun. THEY HAD THE SONGS I LIKED!!!! There was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pokerface&lt;/span&gt;, Let it Rock, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ChaCha Slide&lt;/span&gt;, Womanizer (I only like it because it reminds me of Cathleen), Disturbia, Circus... whooo awesome songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I danced so much, I started sweating. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eventually, I couldn't dance anymore because my feet were hurting. Dancing in 2 inches are not THAT easy. Plus I was wearing a dress and it felt funny. hahaha. It was pretty stuffy inside too, so I went outside. It was soooo cooling and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, there was nothing much to do. So, I called my mom and asked her to pick me up. She took me, Vanessa and Joey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Good time. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And you know what?! I wish Alan was there. There was A LOT of Alumis!! Gah Alan! It would've been more fun if you came! lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-5264774893597875208?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/5264774893597875208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=5264774893597875208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5264774893597875208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/5264774893597875208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/luminarias.html' title='Luminarias'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1198780267863387803</id><published>2009-04-09T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:02:10.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, my mom&lt;br /&gt;took me and Phan&lt;br /&gt;to the Ross in Pasadena&lt;br /&gt;to buy a dress.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;and I got a pretty nice dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked through the racks and found so many nice dresses! Phan looked so good in so many of the dresses, BUT she did NOT bring any money! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phan what is the point of shopping if you don't bring money?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She told me that all she wanted to do was like hang out with me and try on dresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;=) me too Phan! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Phan looked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realllyyyyy pretty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in this one dress that was white and had a black see through covering. There was a black ribbon that went around the waist and had a big regtacular dimond thingy. I was like PHAN YOU HAVE TO BUY THAT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another dress that she wore that look really good on her. It was silky white and had some green patterns on it. It was simple and had a fresh spring look. haha So cute. too bad  I didn't get a picture of her in it =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me... well... my dress is a surprise. I don't want to say what it is because SOMEONE won't go to the YUCA dinner. And I am just making them... umm.. annoyed? LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All I'll say about my dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;is that it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;simple, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;plain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;and nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;It's not too formal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;and its not too casual either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I like it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Totally suits my personality ;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I am soooo excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't wait for the dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;because I have never dressed up for a dinner in a dress. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeap... I'll be wearing all those clothes people never see me wear. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/941182095692441307-1198780267863387803?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1198780267863387803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1198780267863387803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1198780267863387803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1198780267863387803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/dress.html' title='Dress'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-7505248253617144506</id><published>2009-04-06T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:16:48.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, a group of friends and I went to Elysian Park! It was lots of fun =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, these were the people that went to the park today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me, Joseph, Audrey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Lily, Philip (Lily's bro),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Alan, Adrian (Alan's cousin),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Joey,Vanessa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Vicky, Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Hong Bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Around 12:30pm, I had to go pick up Lily &amp;amp; Philip. We had some trouble finding their house, but it was all good. We eventually found it! I had mixed up the street name. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;When we got to my house, I called up Vicky and told her to come over. She brought Jamie along! I was glad, because I had not hung out with them for a while. Until today of course!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;When we were all ready, we walked up to Elysian park!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Our first stop was the tennis court. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Some of us were playing tennis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; some badminton, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; some the waveboard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; some just sat there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; some drinking water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; everyone rotated. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;*This reminds me....I owe Lily $2. She bought Joseph &amp;amp; Audrey each a bottle of water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;THANK YOU LILY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; Remind me to pay you back! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Alan and Adrian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-size:85%;" &gt;(hehe! look their names both start with an 'A' and both end with a 'N'!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; met us at the tennis court! Vanessa came later. She was wearing this cool pair of sunglasses! I liked the style, not the color though. hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our next stop was the basketball court! Almost everyone were shooting hoops! XD It was pretty fun. Alan didn't really do much. After like 10 minutes, he was like laying on the table.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; He looked like he was waiting for a massage. Instead, he got pokes! LOL It was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while everyone ended up in the indoor basketball court which was right next to the outdoor court. hahaha. We played badminton inside!! I love badminton! I was so happy that there were REAL rackets and REAL shuttlecocks! Thank you Joey for bringing it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(She ,btw, came when we were at the basketball courts, Vanessa had to go to the bus stop and get her. LOL!) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I liked playing with Joey and Adrian. They're good players. Good game XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh... and we did some damage to the place too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;EH HEM! SOMEONE! Crashed into the window and left a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE HUGE HUGE CRACK!&lt;/span&gt; and SOMEONE pulled the basketball net and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROKE IT!&lt;/span&gt; *COUGH*COUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. this is going to be a freaking long post... let me just cut to the chase and get to the interesting part of the day. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I took everyone up to the "View Point". It was cool. Everyone got up there and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go, we all walked down. And most of us did not want to take the long way (because we are lazy people). &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So, we took a short cut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the road, we walked down a steep slope. Actually it was not THAT bad. Right guys? Was it that bad? I don't think so =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You think it was steep Alan? What about you Adrian? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;All I worried about was getting pulled down by Lily and crashing into Alan AND Joey. Adrian was smart. He went down last. HAHA He wouldn't get crashed into! hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily was all paniking! GOSH I WISHED SOMEONE HAD RECORD IT!!!! I'm so evil! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that it was HOME!!! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had BBQ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom cooked alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was hot dogs, chicken, pasta, watermelon, cucumbers, soda, marshmallows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The marshmallows were HUGE! So puffy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While we all ate, we shared jokes. Everyone had a good laugh =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Adrian is so quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Like Alan... kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Quiet Family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Adrian shared one riddle... XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alan... eh hem... didnt share any...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;he just gave funny answers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us were crazy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should I stop here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7 ish,&lt;br /&gt;Lily had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;My mom sent Lily, Philip, Joey home.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else walked home.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great start to my Spring Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I just need to go buy a dress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for the YUCA anniversary dinner. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-7505248253617144506?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/7505248253617144506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=7505248253617144506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7505248253617144506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/7505248253617144506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-day-3.html' title='Spring Break - Day 3'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8199748452992677641</id><published>2009-04-06T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:16:22.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of Spring Break</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was officially DAY 1!! of spring break! I will blog about it... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm it was a pretty slow day. Nothing much happened. I went to church, came home and yeah stayed home for the rest of the day except for about 30 mins... when I went out for a walk in the park. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was okay. So, instead of sitting in service and not understanding anything, I help out at Sunday School now... and I have to say... its really boring too. I have nothing to do. Rebeka teaches the kids, I just sit there and do nothing. Aunty Chen teaches another group of kids... slightly older ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... I just sit there and listen to stories that I have heard a thousand times but have not heard in years. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I get the "hard to haddle" kids. Like Max. He's a cute boy. He has an older sister that seems like he is very close to. They're not in the same group... because of the age difference. So, he gets pretty sad when he's not next to his sister. He makes faces and gives a sour attitude when he doesn't like something...and yesterday, he hid under the table and purposely cried... you know what I mean... the kid cries and he's not really crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Kinda hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I got home, I was great. My dad was sorting old family photo. It was so funny to look back at old pictures! I looked so different. I can't believe that was me. I also realize I've been to so many nice places when I was little. The most pictures were birthday pictures. If you actually look at the pictures.. you can see the change. It's like WOAH! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, then I went out for a walk too. There was nothing much and walking alone wasn't so nice. I just didn't want to stay in the house on such a nice day. The sun was all warm and bright, but not a fiery hot kind, you know. lol. It was kind of breezy too, which made the day nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the walk there was nothing special about it, except when I was walking home. My path and an old lady crossed. She looked (oh maybe) 75-80ish. So I was walking home and was obviously on the sidewalk, she was on the other side. And out of no where,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;she goes like, "HEY!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And she had this scary angry look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was looked at her and I was lik O.o" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And she stares at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Then about a few seconds later, she says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"What happened to that little girl?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was like, "I don't know?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Inside my head I was like, "What is she talking about?! Hope she doesn't think I kidnap someone" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She keeps staring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and then she started chuckling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was like WTH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And she said, "Oh, look at you, you're all grown up. Used to be little, now so big...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and she keeps mummbling on stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and chuckling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was like, "Ah Ha? ha? yeah?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I smile at her and I walk away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and since it's already "tommorrow" aka TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;While even though it is this early in the morning, I do silly things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I was taking pictures of myself making faces. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And My mom apparently woke up this early too... to use to bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, she opened the door and saw me taking the pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOL! I was like, omg embarressing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuz I don't like ppl watching me take silly photos of myself! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be awesome! =D&lt;br /&gt;Park today!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Excited!&lt;br /&gt;But I have to go to the dentists in the morning first. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941182095692441307-8199748452992677641?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8199748452992677641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8199748452992677641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8199748452992677641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8199748452992677641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-1-of-spring-break.html' title='Day 1 of Spring Break'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-8912470718714111870</id><published>2009-04-04T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:47:11.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drum roll please!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will now post the answer to my riddle! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... the farmer wants to get to the other side and still have a chicken, corn, and fox! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never said that the farmer would care if it was the original chicken or corn or fox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never said that the farmer couldn't eat the chicken and corn. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The answer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The farmer BBQ's the chicken and cooks the corn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and has a feast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then he and the fox get into the boat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and row row row your boat gently down to the other side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When the farmer and fox gets to the other side of the river, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the farmer will blame the chicken for eating the corn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and blame the fox for having KFC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and claim insurance!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like the riddle... only I get the last laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;usually people look at me like I'm crazy or something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I don't really mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another riddle! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are two sisters, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One born on land, the other born in the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One with skin so dark, the other with skin so fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We live in towers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hint: Don't take it literally. It's not people, they are not really sisters, they don't really live in "towers"... The second &amp;amp; third line helps the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/941182095692441307-8912470718714111870?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/8912470718714111870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=8912470718714111870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8912470718714111870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/8912470718714111870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/answer.html' title='The answer!'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-1185135234753958831</id><published>2009-04-03T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:57:26.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Audrey!</title><content type='html'>Today is my beloved sister's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bought her a really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nice big cake.&lt;/span&gt; We brought it to church and celebrated it there ^^&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're taking her to Micheal's (that art store) to buy her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;art supplies/ birthday presents! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, time flies by so fast. She's already 11 years old. So fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my 11th birthday. It was my BEST birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;My party had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;only 2 guests.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My two best friends in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Christine Hew &amp;amp; Sher Ee Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleepover&lt;/span&gt; and my house.&lt;br /&gt;We played all these fun games,&lt;br /&gt;we played with make-up,&lt;br /&gt;we went to the park together,&lt;br /&gt;And I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my first phone&lt;/span&gt; on my 11th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthdays... yeap...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my sweet sixteen will be like... LOL&lt;br /&gt;Will it even be sweet?&lt;br /&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/941182095692441307-1185135234753958831?l=itsreflection2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/feeds/1185135234753958831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941182095692441307&amp;postID=1185135234753958831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1185135234753958831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941182095692441307/posts/default/1185135234753958831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsreflection2.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-audrey.html' title='Happy Birthday Audrey!'/><author><name>Waverly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKpQ0380lx0/TH88iISk-CI/AAAAAAAAALA/E5hm4_sgsjM/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941182095692441307.post-2232684240473551363</id><published>2009-04-02T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:00:36.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day till spring break!</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty cool, it was like any other regular day.&lt;br /&gt;School, YUCA, Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCA was fun!&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Phan, Nikki, Dinh... those people...&lt;br /&gt;and with Alan too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Alan got banned from YUCA cuz he comes too often and is an Alumni.&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;And Dennis thought we were dating... o.o"&lt;br /&gt;So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put up a riddle, let's see if anyone can solve it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There is a farmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;He has a chicken, a bag of corn and a fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;He has to cross a river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;but he only has a small boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It can only hold 2 at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That means, the farmer (himself) and one of his things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;He cannot leave the chicken with the corn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;because the chicken will eat the corn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;He cannot leave the fox with the chicken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;because the fox will eat the chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;How does he get to the other side of the river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;with ALL his things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&l
