<?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-6678287598867136800</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:50:26.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life bites</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-9190316939605837038</id><published>2009-06-02T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:04:21.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello blogger, do I know you?</title><content type='html'>Again, I've made myself a stranger to my blog for about a month now... and I realize I've been bad but there's just so much to do. Okay, to be honest there isn't that much to do, I just try and fill in time as quickly as possible in between the periods I get to see Greg.&lt;br /&gt;Prom was alright, photos are up on facebook as you all probably know already.&lt;br /&gt;Did relay for life this past weekend, was awful, couldn't get to sleep and got sick (thankfully am already over it because I took a day off school and had plenty of Dayquil and Nyquil).&lt;br /&gt;Have many projects to do in school as teachers are trying to cram in grades for the remaining couple of weeks of school.&lt;br /&gt;Field trip on Thursday for art, and we have a graffiti artist coming in to talk to us tmrw (should be good).&lt;br /&gt;What else? Umm... nothing really eventful. Dad's in China for a month and in just over a month I'll be back in Dunnaz with you all =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-9190316939605837038?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9190316939605837038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-blogger-do-i-know-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/9190316939605837038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/9190316939605837038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-blogger-do-i-know-you.html' title='Hello blogger, do I know you?'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-8663896931693267501</id><published>2009-04-16T12:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:24:14.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter + Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SedpoIwsMMI/AAAAAAAAANA/467GBtrllm0/s1600-h/DSC02633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SedpoIwsMMI/AAAAAAAAANA/467GBtrllm0/s400/DSC02633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325341222656291010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic: Matt, Greg, Francine, Me, and Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be more active now that I'm on break - but I'm not :p oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened and I have so much left to do but I'm lazy as hell and am so behind (what's new?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've never really had a real "Easter" and this year Greg brought me up to Boston to spend it with his family.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night:&lt;br /&gt;Francine (Greg's mum) ordered pizza and we scoffed that down w/ salad before heading on our roadtrip up to Massachusetts. We drove for about 2 1/2 hours and it was raining by the time we got to Boston but that's okay coz Greg and I got to snuggle in the back back-seat (in the mini-van) so I was toasty. We were staying at his grandma's house and Nanna Foss is such a sweet lady (and very Italian, constantly offering us food - I still don't know what to call her yet... maybe Rose?), I got my own room with a gorgeously soft and warm queen bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I straightened Francine's hair (then the weather ruined it) before we went to visit Dolores and Dave (his Irish aunt and uncle) and their new baby Alanna (adorable little thing who everyone called the pappet?) and Duncan (a really really friendly golden retriever).&lt;br /&gt;They took me into Boston to see the city and although it was cold and miserable and started raining, I had heaps of fun. Because it was Saturday, there was a Farmer's market running and OH SO MUCH FRESH PRODUCE AND MEATS AND FISH... I was so happy even though I couldn't buy anything. There was all this amazing cheese for so cheap and seafood mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at the Union Oyster House and ordered waaay too much food for the five of us (Francine, Greg, Matt - Greg's lil brother, Eric - Greg's childhood friend, et moi): 2 orders of mini burgers w/ fries, clam chowder for all, a bowl of chilli, and a huge platter of nachos.&lt;br /&gt;We went through Quincy market and got to see the harbor and got miserably wet haha. Then went to Vittoria's Cafe in Northend for hot chocolates/coffee and cannolis (well Greg had a cannoli and I had a bite of it coz they so shocked I didn't know what it was and it was supposed to be really amazing - tbh I thought it was pretty average) and flan (mine =] although I couldnt' finish it).&lt;br /&gt;We then drove through Wellesley (sp?) the place where Greg grew up, and spent a few hours at the Peckam's (sp?) house (Eric's fam.)... that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at his aunt Maureen's place where I met most of the family for the first time; There was Maureen and Bill Bourke (her husband), Dolores and Dave, Rose and Theresa (Rose's sister), Francine and Matt and Greg, and the two dogs Katie and Duncan (I really hope I haven't missed anyone out). There were so many hors d'oeurves and dinner was this wonderful chicken and olive ordeal on rice with potatoes and salad and beans (I think...). There were brownies and cookies and two pies (ricotta and pineapple-custard cream) and ice cream for dessert... so basically, a shitload of food =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;The morning had to be spent at church (obviously haha), we went to the 10:30 mass although we got there at 9:30 for seats... and then drove around for a bit before heading back to Rose's place to relax for a bit. I helped her peel and slice potatoes for the scalloped potatoes she was bringing for dinner. Austin (Greg's dad) joined us after spending Easter w/ his mum in Maine around 2:30 and by 3 we headed over to Dave and Dolores' house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Again, SO MUCH FOOD. And oh so good, there were mroe hors d'oeurves, a honey-glazed ham (which Rose also made), turkey (with a chardonnay-reduction or so Dave claimed), string beans w/ butter and almonds, the scalloped potatoes, roasted mini sweet peppers and Maureen made a wonderful pavlova &amp;amp; cream w/ fresh fruits for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;We watched Madagascar 2 (lol) and then headed back to CT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was obviously the BEST Easter I've ever had =]&lt;br /&gt;So it's decided that I'm going to Uni back in dunnerz. Gonna spend this 2nd semester on any courses I can take, and then do health-sci next year. Any tips from the current health-sci students for getting into med-school? Hahaha. So Greg and I are gonna try and make this long-distance thing work because this is definitely something special and is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I think I'm getting return tickets for December so I'll get to see him then... fingers crossed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, on a lighter note, this break all the things I have to do:&lt;br /&gt;Homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;History &amp;amp; Civics: write a 5-8 page civil rights essay on ERA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World Lit: finish reading the Kite Runner (done)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychology: Start studying for the AP exam (err.. no)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calculus: Look over &amp;amp; organize notes (err.. no)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art: Finish five pieces, and start on another two (hopefully finish those too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biology: NA (thank god)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look up flats &amp;amp; housing in Dunnerz (though dad might get this done for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email Otago Uni to see which courses I can take second semester&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for UMAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Greg's Birthday present (he's turning 18 on the 23rd of April! 3 days before Tunan!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So I think I've got his present and one art piece done :p ... God help me hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you all (and see you soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-8663896931693267501?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8663896931693267501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8663896931693267501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8663896931693267501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-spring-break.html' title='Easter + Spring Break'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SedpoIwsMMI/AAAAAAAAANA/467GBtrllm0/s72-c/DSC02633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-1508161482015745139</id><published>2009-03-25T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:39:30.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life + 1</title><content type='html'>So I've been neglecting everything (what else is new?) mainly because of the boyfriend. He's on break so he picks me up after school and we hang out from 2:30 - 5:30 and I go home, eat dinner, try to do my homework but make a pathetic effort, and then go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Umm... school is school, it's so strange to read all your blogs on college and meeting new room-mates and stuff while I'm still in this familiar environment that I'm so comfortable with. I guess my "easing-in" was to America :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss everyone and NZ so much, even though everything here is great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be able to make my decisions about college by april 2nd I think (that's when I hear back from the last college - Stanford), but my mind is already set on Otago... so I'm hoping they'll let me take two semesters of classes in one.&lt;br /&gt;America is great and all, and I know I'd get some shit from people if I went back because they think I can't make it in the states. But the truth of the matter is, I feel like my world perception is getting warped and too US-centric, I'm terrified of becoming like these people with their little social groups and closed-mindedness. Perhaps it's just where I am right now and college will be better, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only colleges I'd stay in the states for is Brown Uni, Stanford, or the UConn combined medical program (get a MD in 6 years instead of 4 undergrad + 4 grad). Fingers crossed guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sort of stressed right now and have no real justification for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-1508161482015745139?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1508161482015745139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-1.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1508161482015745139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1508161482015745139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-1.html' title='My life + 1'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-8960261439355273988</id><published>2009-02-17T17:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:51:04.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear everyone...</title><content type='html'>I feel terrible for having neglected my blog for so long. Life has been really very hectic and busy lately and I've finally got a small break to let me catch my breath again. Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess with the most important thing... there's a boy in my life. Hahahahaha yes, at the moment it's the most important thing (I know I'm disregarding college stuff but whatever, I'll get to that in a bit). His name is Greg, and I believe I've talked to a few of you online about him already.&lt;br /&gt;I met him at a dinner party at his house... long story. And we started dating on the 7th of this month. It's been a week and two days but we've talked every night for at least 20 days I think, often 'til 2-3 a.m. and I really really really like him. I don't think I've felt this way about any other guy before (and you all know that that's saying something!), but I'm terrified that this wont last because we're going to different colleges and we both know that this will inevitably end. Right now though, it's so perfect... so I guess all I can do is go with it. Even though I know how it will end, the journey isn't any less worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from boy, I'm currently on a week long February winter break... yay! catch up on sleep, school work, and you guys =]&lt;br /&gt;I've been accepted into UConn so far (the state school... but who really wants to go there anyway?) and am still waiting to hear back from Uni of Vermont, Uni of New Haven, Boston Uni, Brown Uni, and Stanford... fingers crossed on Brown. It's the only one I really want to go to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've picked up an old acoustic and am trying to learn a few simple songs in my spare time... not going amazing hahaha but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Still cooking lots and having a great time doing so... as for my art, I've been doing lots of studies for my concentration but basically all the art I've been doing is for my school portfolio *sigh* there's just not enough time to do everything I want! Have about 10 books lined up on my bedstands to read, should really get to those sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Anna, I'm pretty sure I'll be here June/early July because I don't get out of school 'til then hahaha. Plans for the summer I haven't really set in stone yet, can't think about it until I know where I'm going for university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a huge dinner (and sliced part of my index finger in the process... oh well, no blood) and dad's home with the rolls so we can start =]&lt;br /&gt;I'll check out all your blogs to get updates on where and what you're all up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-8960261439355273988?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8960261439355273988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-everyone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8960261439355273988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8960261439355273988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-everyone.html' title='Dear everyone...'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-6602104329957018022</id><published>2009-01-02T00:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:21:04.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny, I used to be really picky about where I called "home" but now I don't think it matters that much, as long as it's a place you feel comfortable and in-sync with your environment. I don't mean to sound all tree huggy or anything, but like everything else, the term home is just a label so it doesn't really represent anything that doesn't already have a preconceived idea behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been inactive because... I sort of forgot about blogging while on break. Still got three more days to go and a lot of homework to do (is it just me, or does it seem like I'm always behind on my work?) because I left it all home when I went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th, we drove down to Baltimore and we met Tunan's dad and stepmom... we had dinner with them, the fish was really good. All tender and juicy heh.&lt;br /&gt;And then we drove down to Atlanta, Georgia on the 25th (whoo, Christmas) and spent it with some family friends whom I did not know. It was kind of weird, they had a really typical Asian family... I mean, I don't usually believe in cast-in-mold stereotypes but all the people lived in nice two storey houses, and had two children who studied hard, did sports, played an instrument, and would go on to a nice college. Really very uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at some other Asian families house where I was felt up by some really hard-headed idiot who spoke like a troglodyte but got into MIT (go figure). I should rant about how it's stupid colleges accept people who can't even speak properly or form real sentences over those who are decent human beings and can function in a real life situation, but I wont. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Coca Cola factory on the 26th, I'll put up some photos on facebook later. As well as the CNN center where some hockey team was running a charity thing, the players were really amazing (obviously, if they're pro-hockey players). And the guy we were staying with made me show him my college essays... really awkward. He made me send my main one to his son for reference, I mean, I'm flattered, but what's he going to do with it? It's about me, so it's not like he could plaigerise it or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 27th we drove down to Orlando, Florida. Dad and I had dinner at some Chinese-Mongolian restaurant where I became super addicted to their hot and sour soup, mum and Eddie were to tired so they stayed in the hotel (it's funny how no matter where we go, my parents always manage to pick Chinese restaurants to eat at, not that I'm complaining mind you, I love our food).&lt;br /&gt;It was 27 freaking degrees in Florida... in winter! That shouldn't be allowed at all!&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I wasn't too much of a fan of Florida - because of the heat, the commercialism, and because stupid mosquitos bit me in pairs or triplets... five times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Epcot on the 28th, I was really disappointed because there were no rollercoasters and it was a blimmin' theme park. What sort of theme park doesn't have rollercoasters?! I'll put photos up later of this too if anyones interested.&lt;br /&gt;Umm... then we had dinner at some pizza place, it was actually really nice considering I'm not a huge pizza person. Sometimes you just have to shovel a huge amount of grease into your body after a long tiring day of... themeparking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, the 29th we drove to Miami, Florida. Everyone there was super gorgeous and super tan and super toned... made me feel like a pudgy bread roll... white bread too, or corn bread, whatever. Oh well, I got sort of tanned because we stayed at the beach for a few hours (not sure if I like it or not - the tan, not the beach). Must say, Miami is really over-rated. The beaches in New Zealand are much better, if not much colder.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at some steakhouse place where our waiter was really really nice. He was tall and blonde, and mum kept cracking jokes about either him checking me out or me checking him out. I bet it was because she secretly thought he was fit. Eddie however, thought he was gay. Dad decided to stay out of these conversations but tipped him extra because he gave us really good service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 30th we drove, and drove, and drove, and drove, to Ashland, Virginia... it's near Richmond apparently. Stayed overnight. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;On the 31st we drove to DC, met up with Tunan's dad again for about an hour and then drove around DC. My parents got really pissed off at me because I wasn't interested in looking at the Lincoln memorial or the white house or whatever. But honestly, I couldn't be biffed. I was tired as hell, my back ached from being in the car every day for hours on end, and I wanted to go to New York and eat. So we went to New York and grocery shopped (because the Asian food there is better - more variety and a lot cheaper)... but we didn't get to eat because the winds were ridiculous and snow was falling.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and had hot pot =] really good stuff that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so brings us to today, the 1st of January 2009. A New Year... nothing new about me really, at all. This morning, went to Monika's house with Andrew to make Tristan's birthday video, and then I helped her mum with hors'deuvres (sp?) and we played with her little cousins for a bit. Got home at around 10pm... feel really bad for putting off schoolwork for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, what else? Oh, I'm having lunch with Monika and some graduated seniors from last year. And then there's Tristan's birthday party later on at night. I'll post about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I gave this beautiful boy (Lee knows who I'm talking about) my cell at end of the school semester but he never called or texted me. Oh well, it's his loss.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this other guy I was good friends with but it got all awkward and such when I turned him down... the second time... urghhhhh... apparently we're still "friends" but we never talk anymore which completely sucks. Still going to his birthday though (read up if you haven't figured out the name yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... wish me luck... for this year =] let's hope it's better than the last.&lt;br /&gt;And all the best to all of you for the New Year, most people are going off to varsity so it should be a really big change of pace and everything. You'll all do great and have tonnes of fun. Just don't go clubbing too much! Remember, sex is bad. Rape is illegal. And cocktails are good, but scotch is where it's really at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-6602104329957018022?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6602104329957018022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-funny-i-used-to-be-really-picky.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6602104329957018022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6602104329957018022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-funny-i-used-to-be-really-picky.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-9038626138386647303</id><published>2008-12-21T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:39:27.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am snowed in...</title><content type='html'>Great. there's about 20" of snow outside now, which indicates no school tomorrow. But I need school tomorrow, I need to get stuff done!&lt;br /&gt;I have two canvases I need to bring home and finish working on, I have to take more videos to make a compilation for part of a friend's birthday present, I need to have that yearbook deadline so we can have a bake share! GAH. Damned snow. Never thought I'd say that.&lt;br /&gt;Typing too high up gives my arm cramps *moves computer on to lap from dining table*... anyhow, all I've been doing this weekend is playing cards with my parents, watching movies, and eating. Yay. How superbly productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw is not aligned right... that's why I talk and smile kinda crooked. It's starting to bother me now, it never used to. Hmm... and that one crooked tooth. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the snow is preventing me from going out! I want to go buy stuff... D= go shop... what's the point in having no school if you can't do anything?!&lt;br /&gt;The first couple of days of vegging weren't too bad, I enjoyed them. But now I feel like I need to do something =S Ugh, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's Dunedin summer? haha... missing youse all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-9038626138386647303?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9038626138386647303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-snowed-in.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/9038626138386647303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/9038626138386647303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-snowed-in.html' title='I am snowed in...'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-5920553861195177379</id><published>2008-12-17T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:56:25.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar Nazi and more</title><content type='html'>Poor grammar along with poor spelling is bothering me more and more nowadays, and I feel so hypocritical because I often make mistakes too... it's just the people who mix up their, there, they're, and you're, your... and a few others, but I wish I didn't pick up these spelling errors so that I wouldn't be greatly frustrated by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different subject, I feel so ready to move on from high school. There really is no attraction left for me there, even though I know I will miss it greatly once I'm in varsity and nothing is as easily accessible as it was in high school. I mean, it's not like I'm done being a kid yet, I still want to whine and act crazy and stupid all the time, but I feel like the high school atmosphere is just so limited. The way the people around me think and feel just don't coincide with the way I think and feel most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... there's so much work I have to catch up on. Failing calculus (and by failing I mean I have a C but it's still really crap). Doing alright to well in other classes though, yay. Umm... yeah, not much to write about... been reading more fics lately (haha, the fictionpress ones) and it got me thinking. Why aren't there enough smart, funny, gorgeous, witty guys around me? Where are they?! If you're keeping the great guys locked up in a box all for yourself (whoever you are), you should be ashamed of yourself. Share. One is enough for each person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not tangiate anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol (lots of love)&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-5920553861195177379?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5920553861195177379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/grammar-nazi-and-more.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5920553861195177379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5920553861195177379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/grammar-nazi-and-more.html' title='Grammar Nazi and more'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-8380330202810358156</id><published>2008-12-14T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:36:19.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa lacks lipbalm</title><content type='html'>Sorry, the alliteration was too enthralling, I couldn't resist. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I stayed up 'til about 4 last night (this morning) talking to some people. And by some people I mean Andrew (ex-bf), Jesse (friend), and Tristan (also friend).&lt;br /&gt;I proclaimed myself princess of the universe and then Andrew corrected me by saying I didn't want that because the universe wouldn't revolve around me as it is expanding away. Damn him and his stupid smart boy logic.&lt;br /&gt;So Andrew and I are on talking terms again and it doesn't fell entirely awkward anymore (and yes, I'm well aware you read my blog entries AJ so this is officially telling you we're friends) - and I can make this official statement because I'm the princess of the solar system. Isn't life wonderful under my jurisdiction? (hahaha feel free to pelt me with tomatoes, though I'd prefer marshmallows as they are much softer and sweeter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Emily's birthday party was great, we watched the Dark Knight and played Clue. I had to leave in the first round of Clue coz dad showed up but it was still fun nonetheless. I didn't think I'd like batman, but I did... and Christian Bale is a hunk. =]&lt;br /&gt;Was very comfortable seating too, with a really ridiculously soft blanket, Evan to lean on, and Tristan and Scott as footrests. And M&amp;amp;Ms, can't forget those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I have about a week and a day and a half of school left before winter holidays yay! Not going to the Jay Chou concert because tickets are sold out =[ because I'm a lazy bum and couldn't be bothered getting them earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I'm out of lipbalm. I've never faced this dilemma before. I've always had more lipbalm than know what to do with but right now i've used all of the stuff I have (well... all of the stuff I will use because I'm allergic to a lot of lipbalm). For the record I use Yes to CarrotsTM (I don't know how to make the TM superscript).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm... yeah, procrastinating homework right now ;) coz I'm super good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-8380330202810358156?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8380330202810358156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/lisa-lacks-lipbalm.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8380330202810358156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8380330202810358156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/lisa-lacks-lipbalm.html' title='Lisa lacks lipbalm'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-6042939634337868305</id><published>2008-12-06T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:33:37.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening in December? + Wisdom teeth</title><content type='html'>So my wisdom teeth have been coming in for the past week and giving me hell, haven't chewed on the left side of my mouth for ages =[ buut, it feels a little better today and I went to see the dentist who told me they could stay in because they're coming in nice and straight. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new laptop for Christmas, for all those interested it's an HP Pavilion dv5-1138nr Entertainment Notebook PC. All I can say is that it's very shiny and very pretty and very fast =D and I love it lots. Again if anyone's interested the specs are:&lt;br /&gt;RAM: 4GB&lt;br /&gt;Hard drive: 250 GB&lt;br /&gt;Processor: Intel(R) Core(TM)2 Duo CPU   T5800 @ 2.0GHz&lt;br /&gt;Operating system: 64-bit&lt;br /&gt;And it's running on Windows Vista home premium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what else is new? I'm really behind on a lot of hmwk so I should be doing that but knowing me... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Here are some dates to note for December (although this affects no one else):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th - Boys next door (school play)&lt;br /&gt;12th - Emily's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;19th - Battle of the bands @ the Space (habitat for humanity fundraiser concert)&lt;br /&gt;21st - Jay Chou concert at Mohegan Sun Arena @ 2am =D&lt;br /&gt;23rd - Minimum day then winter holidays&lt;br /&gt;25th - Going to Atlanta for winter vacation as well as Florida (Disneyland)??&lt;br /&gt;back on maybe the 31st or so...&lt;br /&gt;2nd Jan - Tristan's 18th at the Hyatt Hotel (excited!)&lt;br /&gt;5th Jan - school starts again *death to education*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so this month looks pretty good, not sure if I can go to the Jay Chou concert though coz it's soon and the tickets may be sold out and its kinda expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you all and still (unsurprisingly) missing you guys heaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-6042939634337868305?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6042939634337868305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-happening-in-december.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6042939634337868305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6042939634337868305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-happening-in-december.html' title='What&apos;s happening in December? + Wisdom teeth'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-8867557044291343295</id><published>2008-11-05T22:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:56:38.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>We've all seen this post before... Lisa has a new blog. Whoo... what's the difference this time?&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping this one!&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be to update things about me =] and the other will just be my ramblings, rants, and angry curses at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.anarchistnexus.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(although Anna managed to find it without me flashing neon signs - not that I consider this a neon sign mind you. Okay, I'm just going to shut up now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-8867557044291343295?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8867557044291343295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8867557044291343295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8867557044291343295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-8187196226112985260</id><published>2008-11-02T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:16:04.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SQ1FXUCcoQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e9wqeetygiw/s1600-h/new+haircut+moi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263939806284259586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SQ1FXUCcoQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e9wqeetygiw/s400/new+haircut+moi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why it's the wrong way round, I guess I forgot to change the orientation. Blah, tilt your heads ninety degrees then :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhow, that's the new haircut. Opinions? (and yes, I am a camwhore).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-8187196226112985260?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8187196226112985260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-haircut.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8187196226112985260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8187196226112985260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-haircut.html' title='New Haircut'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SQ1FXUCcoQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e9wqeetygiw/s72-c/new+haircut+moi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-3261737382308704768</id><published>2008-11-01T13:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:47:51.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The golden leaves outside are beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've finally finished applying to one University (Brown)... yay? I'm not sure how to feel, and I'm not sure if I want to get into Brown. Life would be so much easier if I stayed in New Zealand, purely because I'm familiar with the processes and everything - but easier may not be better right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it is Autumn (or is it Winter? I don't know...) and the sun-ray illuminated leaves outside are gorgeous. I could stare at them for hours and yet I'm watching episodes of Gossip Girl online (what is wrong with me?)... no seriously, what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;This show is so superficial and yet I'm somewhat addicted to it like I'm addicted to Grey's Anatomy and House... wow, my life revolves around TV shows, it must be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone doing gardening across the road, I wish I could go over and help him even though I hate bugs and dirt. It would be something productive to do. Eh... on second thought, he's mowing the lawn and that's kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk if I mentioned my turtles but I got two baby turtles, they're about 4cm in diameter each and they don't move very much but I presume that's because they're hibernating. My 3 shrimp are doing fine =] which means I haven't done anything wrong, a good thing because I haven't actually done anything for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently loving country music too... don't ask. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... spent Halloween at a friend's house watching old movies and then came home and ate my brother's trick-or-treat plounderings hehe. There's a party tonight but I don't think I'll go, it's just the usual group of people getting trashed and making fools of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get my liscence and drive to school instead of having to take the bus or getting picked up/dropped off by the parentals, it's really depressing to have to work to other people's schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting of the girl that I did got plenty of recognition which is kinda cool, teachers and random students have come up to me telling me they love it. Makes up for the art block I'm currently going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No current news on the boy front, went to a movie a few weeks ago with this one guy (don't know if I've already said this or not - that's the trouble with irregular updating) anyway, he paid for the movie and drove. Made out in his car afterwards (no frission whatsoever). Barely any contact anymore. Hmm... cute boy in my bio class and another in my English class, both Jewish -sigh- our town is over-run with Jews. It's not necessarily a bad thing, just that there's only so much you can take of their snobbish ways. It's not just the Jews too, which brings me to my next point. Living here has made me so stereotypical and perhaps even racist. In a way it's because the people live up to their stereotypes but does that make stereotyping acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;I hate my good qualities and flaws being attributed to my race. I'm who I am and it's not fucking because I'm Asian, thank you very much. I'm not ashamed to be asian, it's a part of who I am. But I am not smart because I'm Asian; I'm not artistically talented because I'm Asian; and just because I look Asian doesn't make it okay for people to continously point out that I am.&lt;br /&gt;No one goes around pointing and going "Italian-American, Jew, Irish, British, Australian, Kiwi, Polish, Hungarian etc.", so just because we're easier to spot and distinguish, doesn't mean it's okay for people to do so.&lt;br /&gt;God I'm so sick of this shit sometimes and yet I do it myself. I wish someone were here to slap me and tell me to be better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are with brother at some soccer parade because their team just won the state cup. Yay for him =]. Ugh... I know where my life is going and yet I feel like I don't really have direction.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm in the identity foreclosure stage, where my goals and aspirations have been set and I'm on the road to meeting them but the goals and aspirations aren't mine. The problem is, I don't know if I'd be happy doing what I want and I really do not need the "I told you so" speech from my parents if it doesn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;Fine arts would be a really risky industry to go into right now because of the depressed world economy... agh, whatever. I've been through this debate in my head and with my parents way too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass that the guy is cutting across the road looks really good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that was such a disjointed thought.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just going through a bit of an identity crises atm. Will get through it soon (hopefully :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, peace, and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6678287598867136800-3261737382308704768?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3261737382308704768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/golden-leaves-outside-are-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/3261737382308704768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/3261737382308704768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/golden-leaves-outside-are-beautiful.html' title='The golden leaves outside are beautiful'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-2386909070018263157</id><published>2008-09-03T15:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:26:21.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>I've been slacking - not blogging and all... but lately it's been pretty hectic what with school starting and looking up colleges and starting college applications etc.&lt;br /&gt;Still have to decide on the final schools to apply to... eeeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;My subjects this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. US History II lvl. 1&lt;br /&gt;2. Expos Writing lvl.1 / World Literature lvl.1&lt;br /&gt;3. AP Psychology&lt;br /&gt;4. Calculus lvl.1&lt;br /&gt;5. AP Studio Art&lt;br /&gt;6. AP Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more gym for me! Although I may join a gym class once they start their badminton unit heh coz I'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't really much else to tell... hmm... yeah. Left my ipod in the art room yet again, god dammit. Have a tonne of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-2386909070018263157?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2386909070018263157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/laziness.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/2386909070018263157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/2386909070018263157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-4107972323642042159</id><published>2008-08-17T23:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:02:24.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>So these thoughts just came to mind while I was taking down biology notes (lol, typical)... and I can't really put them together in a cohesive way thus I apologize in advance for any confusion that may arise due to my poor grammar and writing structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was reading/writing notes on behavioral biology, I noticed that humans are such sadists in comparison to most animals (except for ones like cats who enjoy "playing" with their prey before actually killing it). I mean we teach animals like dogs and such to perform tricks for rewards; however, those animals will continue to perform those tricks when we discontinue the rewards. Isn't this taking advantage of their optimistically simplistic minds? Sure they're not psychologically capable of figuring out that the reward isn't coming every time (especially if the trainer confuses the dog by rewarding at random intervals), but it's still pretty cruel to make a dog believe that they'll be given a treat every time they do a trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic would be... as usual, sex. Haha, just kidding, it's only somewhat about sex... Anyway, this was when I was reading about Darwinian fitness (reproductive success) and it made me feel opposed to arranged marriages. Perhaps you don't get how they're related straight away, but consider this: arranged marriages are fundamentally opposing Darwinan fitness and natural selection. Who cares if the guy/girl is rich or successful or whatever? They must lack something important to be incapable of finding themselves a mate (this does not apply tho countries where arranged marriages are the only way to become eloped). If a person can't attract a mate to themself then they pretty much don't have the right to reproduce because their offspring will be equally as lacking. Sex is originally and fundamentally meant for reproduction, if you can't find a mate to reproduce with, it pretty much means you shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer: I'm willing to make exceptions, there are exceptions to everything so no, you cannot stone me - besides which, this is America :p free country. 1st ammendment hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of facts in my bio book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lengthening exposure to sunlight results in neural and hormonal changes that induce behavioral association with reproduction. No wonder there are so many babies born 9 months after Summer! This also explains people's tendencies to have summer flings (although I will take into account how people loose inhibition in a foreign country anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Red coloration of body parts tend to trigger either aggressive or sexual behavior in many species with color vision. This explains bulls (who charge at red objects that flutter about) and people also lol, no wonder Wilson didn't want people wearing the promiscuous "red" to prom because it was le color of le whore ;) - I don't know why I replaced "the" with "le", it just sounds more moulin rouge-ish I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I painted my fingernails and toenails bright red *before* I read this. No wonder men find bright red lipstick sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pce, &lt;3, and cookies&lt;br /&gt;-Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-4107972323642042159?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4107972323642042159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/4107972323642042159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/4107972323642042159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-5593872845144609875</id><published>2008-08-12T12:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:36:16.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>I'm doing this again. Why? Because I can. Hey, that rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Start with your name:  Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do you hear right now? The traffic outside and my ringtone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you believe everything you hear? Percentage-wise I believe about 70% of the stuff I hear, of course this depends on who's telling me what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What are you wearing right now? Pyjamas... basically a muscle top and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is there anyone you would die for? Of course, there are these things I call family and  close friends and well, to fit into either one of those categories isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where were you at 10:45 AM today? I was lying in bed talking to someone on the phone trying to fall back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How long have you been breathing? I presume 17 or so years but I forget to breathe all the time... so who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What's the best eye color for the opposite sex? Blue-green, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who was the last girl you hugged? Monika I think... or her mom lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/INTERESTING!/&lt;br /&gt;- Is it easy for others to make you feel awkward? Nope not really, the other way around though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you taller than 5'5"? Wtf is with these height questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you're being extremely quiet what’s it mean? "fuck off" I'm tired/lazy/don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you into anyone? Only those who are unobtainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What time did you go to bed last night? I tried to sleep early, I think it was round 12:30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What are you doing tomorrow? I have my last prep class tmrw... I presume that's all I'm doing, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does anyone like you? Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What were you doing an hour ago? Trying to sleep through a phone convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What will you do Friday? Idk, I never really plan that far ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you married? Maybe someday when I'm no longer a teenager and find someone worthy of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you have any piercings? 3 on my right ear, 2 on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is one thing you want right now? A car and my drivers liscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you love anyone? My family (this includes friends who I consider family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is your natural hair color? Blackish brownish blondish... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have you ever been awake for 48 hours? duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you like your first name? It doesn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What are your initials? LWL or WLL lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How do you feel about chocolate-covered strawberries? They're pretty over-rated, fondue strawberries really aren't that amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Any tattoos? Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you like the color gray? Sure, I'm wearing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is there anyone you really can't stop thinking about? Nope, I have a lotta other stuff to concentrate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Look outside, how's the weather? It's sunny, slight breeze, turning cloudy. Perfect for a day in the park or the beach, too bad this sad little kitty can't drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you jealous of anyone right now? All those who have their liscence and Josh who's in Europe on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last time you ate grilled cheese? Does baked form count? About a week ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How are you feeling? Unsure about whether or not to procrastinate the day away or actually get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Would you date someone 10 years older than you? Age isn't a big factor for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who was the last person to text you? Monika like... a minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who was the last person to really make you laugh? Don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you think your last ex deserves to die? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you think about suicide? Nah, don't have the effort to lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you know anyone who has committed suicide? Fortunately not... I don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In winter, would you rather wear jackets or hoodies? Both together =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? Yes, on vacation away from this hole of a city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How long can you go without your mobile phone? lots of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What did you last eat? Umm... my brain doesn't really recall last night... I think it was udon noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What/who woke you up today? Monika calling. I HATE YOU =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you excited for the future? Sure, can't be worse than the present nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When was the last time you talked to your boyfriend or girlfriend? I don't have one, but I talked to my ex the night before he went to Tokyo :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Things you did today? Got woken up, talked on the phone, got up, brushed my teeth, washed my face, put lotion on, sat down in front of the computer and typed this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you excited for winter? Yes =] hopefully going to Canada again for skiing or something - not the same person's house &lt;.&lt; weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How old do you look? Older than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where are your siblings? In China, coming back on the 21st =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What color shirt are you wearing? Dark grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Whose car were you in last? The Dodge sport last night from JCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What was the Last thing you drank? Poland Spring water lol or maybe accidentally some water from when I was brushing my teeth, gross. Let's not think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished~&lt;br /&gt;Going to get myself some breakfast now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pce, &lt;3, and cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-5593872845144609875?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5593872845144609875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5593872845144609875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5593872845144609875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-6134465591826150003</id><published>2008-08-07T01:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:26:54.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the girl...</title><content type='html'>This was originally from a private blog between me and AJ but this is what I wrote and isn't too personal and I think it can apply to lots of people, so I'm re-posting on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has had to pack her life up countless times and leave her friend/family behind without looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has been called cute or pretty on many occassions when all she wanted was for one person to say beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has done so many shitty things but been forgiven by those people and to this day still marvels at the amazing friends she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who constantly forgets that the world doesn't revolve around her and demands unreasonable things from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has always been a bit quirky, a little unique and up until a year or two ago been afraid to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who believes that friends are those who should and would stand behind you and support you no matter what you are like, no matter what you do. At least true friends should.Who considers some of her friends as close as if not closer than family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who trips over flat ground and then cracks up laughing while her butt/face is still splat on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who tries to get out of a relationship as soon as she is in it but is growing more sense as she ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who believes TV dramas aren't as eventful as her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is too lazy to walk the three metres to the TV and will sit there for hours watching the same boring program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cries more through movies than in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't like to make enemies but will be herself even if everyone else think she's insane.W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho dislike people who are like herself because they make her a little less unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the point is, that although we may have similar views and thoughts about the world we differ in that I don't give half a shit about what people think about me either because I already have the certainty of people loving me for who I am or because I know that sooner or later I'll be leaving this place and those people that can't accept me for who I am will no longer factor into my life.It's difficult to really miss someone unless they've played a big part in your life, you don't let others into your life, like, really let them in and thus it's reasonable to not be missed. The difference between us is that I crave attention more than I fear what others think of me, you on the other hand keep that fear from making you stand out.You are the kid in the corner I've always wondered about, the one that stays quiet and keeps to themselves, the one that gets their work done and never causes much trouble; the one I've always wanted to go up to and say "hey, I'm Lisa, wanna have lunch with us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started at Amity, it was a little difficult because the people here reacted to things differently. But soon enough I found people who could accept me and like me. I don't think that it's because I'm a particularly amiable person or anything, I just think there are people out there who anyone can relate to, that you can always find someone(s) who are willing to accept you for who you are and are happy to include you into their lives. You just have to be ready to show people who you are. How do you know that they wont like you?Sure I've gotten lost along the way but the people and places that have affected me enough are like little anchors or flares that show me where I can always head toward if I ever get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-6134465591826150003?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6134465591826150003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6134465591826150003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6134465591826150003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-girl.html' title='I am the girl...'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-1367093685840576810</id><published>2008-08-01T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:55:58.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wussy, feathery-stroker men...</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching "Made of Honor" featuring Patrick Dempsey... and all I have to say is, what the hell is wrong with normal guys? Where have they all gone?!&lt;br /&gt;Media has featured men to be more and more feminine, I'm not saying that having a sensitive side and whatnot is bad but seriously, there are some guys who are so borderline gay they'd make life better if they just admitted their sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not saying Patrick Dempsey is gay, I'm saying all the characters he portrays in "enchanted", "grey's anatomy", and "made of honor" really embrace their feminine side a little too much.  It's nice to have a guy who cares about the little details and stuff, but please, why can't that be paired with the ability to hold themselves up in a bar brawl? Are the only "men" left in the world Southerners, Irishmen, and Scots?&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the real men gone?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-1367093685840576810?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1367093685840576810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/wussy-feathery-stroker-men.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1367093685840576810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1367093685840576810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/wussy-feathery-stroker-men.html' title='Wussy, feathery-stroker men...'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-674998185932168964</id><published>2008-07-23T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:20:44.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Blog</title><content type='html'>Because I've had so little to do all summer I've been experimenting greatly with food and flavors, thus I made a food blog &lt;a href="http://www.cookiesfoodblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.cookiesfoodblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to document the things I try =] Umm... yeah that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;I have class in less than four hours and I've still got to finish some of the goddamned homework, it's just I can't take the class that seriously because the people there are so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say really, nothing eventful has happened at all. I'm craving natto though... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-674998185932168964?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/674998185932168964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/674998185932168964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/674998185932168964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-blog.html' title='Food Blog'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-5596216220159225118</id><published>2008-07-08T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:51:42.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All by my lonesome lol</title><content type='html'>Mum, Eddie and Monika have already left... and so now I'm dwindling away my summer without doing anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was dad's birthday, I made him two two-tiered chocolate and strawberry cakes that said "Dad," (1st cake) "Happy Birthday" (2nd cake) in Chinese though. The stupid thing was the first time I was icing "dad" I put "grandpa" instead, I don't know if it was because the two characters are similar or because the 7th is also my grandpa's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Eddie's birthday and I must admit I kinda miss the little bugger, he was interesting to have around. We could at least be bored together in the summer holidays.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I also miss mum... sure it's only been a few days but I miss the family feeling. The only part that I'm not too keen to re-live is the constant bickering and yelling that is ever so present when mum's around (not that it's entirely her fault, we all attribute and contribute equally to the scream-fest).&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake was that they took the Wii... which includes taking guitar hero... thus I have no pointless gaming systems to occupy my time either -sigh-.&lt;br /&gt;I thought Summer vacation was meant to be exciting?&lt;br /&gt;SAT prep course starts this Saturday - kill me please. I *was* gonna go to Tristan's parent's wedding renewal on the 18th but dad being dad would not allow me to go to Boston and stay the night and an awesome hotel because of some guy's parent's re-wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have nothing at all planned for these holidays... perhaps I should do some summer work? Can't be bothered yet.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be productive today. I started on a 20x24' canvas, it's of a girl/woman standing on a decrepit wood-plank wharf that leads out to a grey lake. The reference pic I got from dA... it's rather a gloomy and depressing painting but oh well, at least I'm doing something.&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 7 I started making dinner... so because I wanted to be productive I made a nice big ensemble with lots of different things. But dad's not home yet and it's now 8:50.&lt;br /&gt;So there's a 5-6 person dinner sitting on the table (covered just in case bugs decide to help themselves to it) and here I am typing this boring and pointless blog.&lt;br /&gt;Will go upstairs where there is AC and my bed in a sec.&lt;br /&gt;Peace, &lt;3, and missing all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-5596216220159225118?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5596216220159225118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-by-my-lonesome-lol.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5596216220159225118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5596216220159225118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-by-my-lonesome-lol.html' title='All by my lonesome lol'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-324434333945299870</id><published>2008-07-03T00:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:56:59.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots</title><content type='html'>Random pics of stuff. See if you can spot all the random stuff. &lt;br&gt;My bedside table...&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SGxcG-DEU7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/4oPselGW_oY/s1600-h/IMG01330-719279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SGxcG-DEU7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/4oPselGW_oY/s320/IMG01330-719279.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218647343020397490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SGxcHNiKUYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iHui8cKRjfY/s1600-h/IMG01327-719815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SGxcHNiKUYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iHui8cKRjfY/s320/IMG01327-719815.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218647347177345410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Handbag packed full of survival crap for Canada&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SGxcHPF7puI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HIH_dssGCkM/s1600-h/IMG01329-720223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SGxcHPF7puI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HIH_dssGCkM/s320/IMG01329-720223.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218647347595814626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Some pretty sweet minty shampoo lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-324434333945299870?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/324434333945299870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/snapshots.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/324434333945299870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/324434333945299870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/snapshots.html' title='Snapshots'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SGxcG-DEU7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/4oPselGW_oY/s72-c/IMG01330-719279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-8513266889989779999</id><published>2008-07-01T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:40:00.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada</title><content type='html'>Holidays with the family just keep seeming pretty uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie and mum are leaving to go to China this Friday (4th = independence day lol)... I don't know for how long, maybe just the summer, maybe forever. My parents never seem to be able to make up their minds... I guess it's hereditary haha.&lt;br /&gt;Canada was pretty boring tbh, met mum's highschool friend, the highschool friend's husband and son Jay... he was pretty boring too :s although he did make me think.&lt;br /&gt;He's half a year younger than me yet he's been in a relationship for two years... is the commitment phobia wired into my system??? Ugh... the 18 hour car ride (there and back) gave me a lot of time to think and I've been thinking bout this past year, all the people I've met, all the lives I've influenced and have influenced me... and yet I can't seem to forget about one certain guy. Maybe it's because he was the first, maybe it's because I'm still bitter, maybe it's because I really did love him, who knows? I have to get over this yet again... Maybe it's just because it's that time of the year? haha... *don't shoot me guys, I know this is stupid*&lt;br /&gt;So Tristan's invited me to his parent's vow renewal (which is like a second wedding which I think is pretty cool), so I get to go up to Boston on the 18th and spend a night there =D fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Umm... there's also the SAT prep courses... ew... and some party sometime in the next fortnight... ahh I don't know, facebook helps me organize dates and stuff haha.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go eat.&lt;br /&gt;Pce &amp;amp; &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-8513266889989779999?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8513266889989779999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/canada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8513266889989779999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/8513266889989779999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/canada.html' title='Canada'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-5426163370545213845</id><published>2008-06-16T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:08:52.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last final</title><content type='html'>So after months of working hard (hahahahahaha... yeah right) on the SAT, SATIIs, ACTs, and finals, I have my last one tmrw - Latin (uh oh...) and yes it is 7pm the night before and yes, I have not started studying. Ahh well... there are more important things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Actually that's a lie, my mind is pretty much blank sans the constant sexual thoughts and by sexual thoughts I mean cookies, but it's still constant =]&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... I think a storm is approaching, I can hear the thunder and almost smell the rain...&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how I'm spending this summer, I have summer work to do for AP classes and I've found a badminton club to play with (kinda), dad want's me to take an SAT prep course, and I'm getting my drivers permit just so I can practise driving and get my full liscence in March next year.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... let's hope this summer is good fun.&lt;br /&gt;Blog, fill me in about what you kids are up to.&lt;br /&gt;Much love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-5426163370545213845?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5426163370545213845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-final.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5426163370545213845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5426163370545213845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-final.html' title='Last final'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-7555587553652514005</id><published>2008-05-16T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:53:24.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of 5.12</title><content type='html'>I may have grown up overseas but I know where my roots are and they've been re-dug from all the news and media around the earthquake of 5.12.&lt;br /&gt;Despite being thousands of kilometres away from all the hurt and destruction, having the internet and television makes it all very real. All the thousands risking their lives to save the few who are still alive underneath all that rubble, trying to unearth all the bodies of those they cannot save but wish to return to their loved ones anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And yes media likes hyperbolize all these emotions but truly, imagine that at this very moment you are one of those people wondering if they'll ever see their loved ones again. Imagine you're a mother who couldn't save her children even though they were in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;The earthquake struck around 2:30pm on May 12th, a time when many students are settled into their classrooms in the midst of afternoon classes. There was a teacher who yelled at his students to get out as soon as he felt the desks start to shake, however he realized there wasn't enough time for everyone to escape so he hoarded the few remaining students under some desks and wrapped himself around them. There were four students, they all survived. He did not.&lt;br /&gt;Sure we see all this destruction in the world as well, people killing people etc. but it's the stories like these that give hope to the human race, it shows that there's kindness and good and self-sacrifice in the midst of all the destruction. A thought that is definitely comforting.&lt;br /&gt;Something like this draws us away from our own everyday problems for a bit and make us focus on the big picture, so what if we didn't get the right brand of shoes for christmas; so what if we still have to take the bus to school instead of driving; so what if it's raining and we can't go to the park? None of these things seem to matter when we see how much these people have lost; their homes, their family, their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Although destruction to this level is excessive and terrible, it also helps us realize a bit that the world doesn't revolve around us and I think that realization is something all of us need once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-7555587553652514005?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7555587553652514005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-memory-of-512.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/7555587553652514005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/7555587553652514005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-memory-of-512.html' title='In memory of 5.12'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-1856846071310193033</id><published>2008-05-11T19:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:54:58.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond excitement</title><content type='html'>I found out today that Cathy&amp;#39;s book has a sequel called Cathy&amp;#39;s key. Needless to say I had to obtain it... Must go procrastinate hmwk by reading it now. Peace &amp;lt;3&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SCeHUoLBPAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tVyk-28uol8/s1600-h/IMG01208-798432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SCeHUoLBPAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tVyk-28uol8/s320/IMG01208-798432.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199273083273296898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-1856846071310193033?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1856846071310193033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/beyond-excitement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1856846071310193033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1856846071310193033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/beyond-excitement.html' title='Beyond excitement'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SCeHUoLBPAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tVyk-28uol8/s72-c/IMG01208-798432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-869662763369719998</id><published>2008-05-01T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:53:18.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy May</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you feel a little over-whelmed by all the things going on in your life? All the assignments to finish, all the people and their dramas, yadayadayada... well the start of May is one of those times for me.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid registrations to fill out, SATs this saturday, registering for the ACTs and SAT IIs, huge-ass assignments for all classes, prom... bloody hell... administration really has to organize things better so that it's spread out throughout the year and not clumped together at the end of it (the school year that is).&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the hectic schedule, everything is good =] the dwarves are leaving soon for internships and then college, they shall be sorely missed. There really isn't a big enough collection of intelligence left in the school once they graduate.&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post today, gotta fill my head mainly with SAT crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-869662763369719998?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/869662763369719998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-may.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/869662763369719998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/869662763369719998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-may.html' title='Busy May'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-525683520445531354</id><published>2008-04-19T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:28:03.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More baking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAp_8SsBf-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8tzgZauvupg/s1600-h/IMG01196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191102194283282402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAp_8SsBf-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8tzgZauvupg/s320/IMG01196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAp_8ysBf_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/svkow2l36gU/s1600-h/IMG01198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191102202873217010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAp_8ysBf_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/svkow2l36gU/s320/IMG01198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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;I was pissed today for several reasons... my parents wouldn't take me to NYC to get a haircut, nor would they get me a hamster as compensation, nor would they let me go to the mall to hang out with ppl... so in rebellion I made a big dinner and baked all afternoon (defying their wishes of me studying =p).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay soooo the stuffs I made (teehee):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. peanut butter and chocolate chip muffins with tri-color frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. peanut butter cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. brownies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Salmon stuffed with crabmeat seasoned with garlic, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, baked on a bed of parsley and seasoned with cracked pepper and salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. 4 layer combination of bean sprouts, chinese cabbage, shanghai bok choi, potatoes, lamb, mu er, seaweed knots, shitake mushrooms, korean starch noodles, seasoned with lots of chili and spring onions and salt and stuffs. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think thats it :s...&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/6678287598867136800-525683520445531354?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/525683520445531354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-baking.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/525683520445531354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/525683520445531354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-baking.html' title='More baking...'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAp_8SsBf-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8tzgZauvupg/s72-c/IMG01196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-2622986199674819772</id><published>2008-04-16T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:17:35.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAZr15xoHDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sVKUtgWAZs4/s1600-h/IMG01186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189954194377284658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAZr15xoHDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sVKUtgWAZs4/s320/IMG01186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAZr2JxoHEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Kn106s3blac/s1600-h/IMG01187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189954198672251970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAZr2JxoHEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Kn106s3blac/s320/IMG01187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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;So I made cupcakes... and I've never made cupcakes before and the stupid recipe told me to mix the butter and flour first so I got lumps... god dammit, stupid recipe. So I spent like two hours getting the lumps out of these cupcakes. They still don't taste too good but I frosted them and they look alright =] See how PC I am? I make white cupcakes and black cupcakes =D Tristan would be proud lol&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/6678287598867136800-2622986199674819772?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2622986199674819772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/2622986199674819772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/2622986199674819772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes...'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SAZr15xoHDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sVKUtgWAZs4/s72-c/IMG01186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-6780428239836026936</id><published>2008-04-13T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:55:43.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange hair lol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SALHKZxoHBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DDDJW1dWjm8/s1600-h/P1040469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188928702215887890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SALHKZxoHBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DDDJW1dWjm8/s320/P1040469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The before and after of hair dye... it looks more orange irl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SALHKZxoHCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iddqfWgMsWk/s1600-h/P1040486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188928702215887906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SALHKZxoHCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iddqfWgMsWk/s320/P1040486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6678287598867136800-6780428239836026936?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6780428239836026936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/orange-hair-lol.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6780428239836026936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6780428239836026936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/orange-hair-lol.html' title='Orange hair lol...'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SALHKZxoHBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DDDJW1dWjm8/s72-c/P1040469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-4731303307748143342</id><published>2008-04-10T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:50:24.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So there's this boy...</title><content type='html'>And I know this isn't anything new because hey, I get lots of random little flits of infatuation but I'm pretty sure this is different. First of all because I'm going to try a lot harder to not be the commitment-phobic neurotic gf and instead a bit more understanding... (it's not going too well)... and secondly the guy is different, he's smart and sensitive and less ass-hole-ish than any previous guys I've dated (not that this is too hard haha) so umm yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Basic profile: 6"1, blue-grey eyes, a few months younger than me but that's easily over-looked :p, plays tennis (ugh, I know right? XD), is good with math and computers, likes jap culture etc. but at the same time he's so much more than all this lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, lately I've been PMSing a LOT &lt;.&lt; like an insane amount and I've been taking it out on my brother mostly... he steps on foot over the line and I am at his throat basically. For example today, he was throwing this ball at my dad and I was taking a nap on the couch (don't ask why) and so i got up and grabbed the ball and hit him twice because he was annoying the shit out of me and woke me up. Then he threw it really hard at me but missed (haha loser... XD) and so I grabbed the ball, went outside and threw it over the balcony. He then locked me outside so I hit the door and it rattled loudly :p and then dad made him let me in so I chased him all the way up to the fourth floor while yelling obscene profanities. Hmm.... that's life at home for ya :p man I wish it were peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Two tests tmrw to prepare for and then April break. I don't get how the U.S. school system splits up it's semesters and stuff, April/Spring break is only a week long. Wtf can anyone do in a week? Meh... I much prefer the 4 term system of NZ.&lt;br /&gt;It must be really busy right now for u guys :p being seniors and all that... ugh hate missing out on so much (even the work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, missing everyone muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-4731303307748143342?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4731303307748143342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-theres-this-boy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/4731303307748143342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/4731303307748143342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-theres-this-boy.html' title='So there&apos;s this boy...'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-7562432229448507539</id><published>2008-04-06T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:09:27.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thingy</title><content type='html'>Stolen off DV :p who stole it off edo-chan? :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;1. Perfect? Who is?&lt;br /&gt;2. Tall? .........This needs no answer&lt;br /&gt;3. In your pajamas? Yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Left handed? Nuh Uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Friend you saw: AJ, Nimisha, Tristan&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: Monika&lt;br /&gt;3. Person to text you: AJ&lt;br /&gt;4. Was today better than yesterday? I don't really know... today was definitely interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: 11&lt;br /&gt;2. Color(s): black (because it's classy, not because it's "emo")&lt;br /&gt;3. Fruit: Chinese grapes/ grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;4. Place: There's this little path that you can take right beside St Kilda beach and it leads you to these beautiful cliffs and ahh &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS &amp;amp; ANSWERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing you did this morning when you got up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Unplugged my phone from the charger, realized it was only 8am and turned on my ipod before going back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;A: I wish I didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;A: 21... just went today :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;A: Uhh... Post Mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;A: more than I want to, less than I should (have to steal ur answer for this DV, it's too true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish upon stars?&lt;br /&gt;A: I wish upon everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: When I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: In your bed... geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was your last thought before going to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: I miss Tunan :( and... oh no, I'm fucking up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Rate life as of right now one being bad ten being great?&lt;br /&gt;A: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: my brother playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes. My arm, my head, my back, and... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favorite month ?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm... December or July (depends on where I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sketched in DV's visual diary properly for the first time since I've had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT EMOTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you missing someone right now: Yes... even though I shouldn't be *guilty desires*&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy?: Kinda more frustrated and torn&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you sad?: Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you bored?: Slightly (procrastinating atm)&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you nervous?: No&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you tired?: Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOU:&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name? Wenqi&lt;br /&gt;002. Nick names? Cookie, Lis, Rock, C-D, Bao, Umm... lots really... some don't get used anymore so I wont list them&lt;br /&gt;003. Eye color? Milk chocolate :p&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign? Pisces&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female? F&lt;br /&gt;006. Slut?no&lt;br /&gt;007. Smart?no&lt;br /&gt;008. Hair color? Uhh... dark brownish black re-growth (eew), pinkish-orangey-redish streaks, and caramelly the rest of it with streaks of lighter brown... (yeah complicated I know.. I need it re-dyed)&lt;br /&gt;009. Long or short? It's growing&lt;br /&gt;009. Sweats or Jeans? All these things are numbered badly... uhmm... Sweats for home, jeans for outside?&lt;br /&gt;010. Phone or Camera? Phone&lt;br /&gt;011. Drink or Smoke? Drink&lt;br /&gt;012. Tattoos? No&lt;br /&gt;013. Righty or lefty? Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;014. First best friend? Some girl called Tegan I think..&lt;br /&gt;015. first crush? This kid called Josh (we were in first grade haha)&lt;br /&gt;016. First pet? Umm... goldfish?&lt;br /&gt;017. First big vacation? going back to china for a few months after having moved to NZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;018. Eating? Nothing&lt;br /&gt;019. Drinking? Ditto&lt;br /&gt;020. I'm about to: go mope some more&lt;br /&gt;021. Listening to? DeJa Vu anyone? My brother playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;022. Plans for today? Just got home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller? Taller, though that's not hard with me...&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous? spontaneously romantic &lt;3 (agreed)&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud? sensitive&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship? relationship, no more fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles? Yes&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts? Nope&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home? Kinda...&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart? Yes...&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles? Unfortunately there's still a bit of optimist in me&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven? Heaven on earth yes&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus? Never have&lt;br /&gt;094. Love? Yes, even though so many things point in the other direction right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Do you like someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God? I'm apathetic towards religion&lt;br /&gt;100. Answered the truth on all questions: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I tan easily. (not sure what counts as easily, but I tan more easily than I'd like D:&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;[X] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I have/I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I wear glasses. (own them more like lol)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have piercing in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate my dad.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate my mom.&lt;br /&gt;[X]I have a brother.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sister.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[- ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[X] My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I almost always do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years. (the what?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen something from my job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been fired.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slipped out an "lol" in a spoken conversation. (can't remember :S)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[ X I've glued my hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've gotten stitches/staples.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed. (not yet..eep...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I had a serious surgery. (depends what you mean by serious)&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;[X] I was born in a different country.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've driven over 200 miles in one day. (not sure, but likely)&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've wished on a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator. (I think so but can't remember)&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one day&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've crashed a car&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been Skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've met someone in person from myspace.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Northern lights.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've played a prank on someone. (probably, can't remember &lt;.&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show. (think so? can't remember x.X )&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm bi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had phone sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cybered.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had sex in public.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I am a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've passed out from drinking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've eaten shrooms.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've popped E.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've inhaled Nitrous.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've hurt myself on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've woken up crying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've planned my own suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own a plushie of my fave character from anything.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own a cosplay outfit.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I know what cosplay means.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something I got on e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I own something from Aeropostale. (it's the only thing I own that's "big american teen brand")&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I am a sports fanatic. (only badminton... and only the playing of)&lt;br /&gt;[X] I twirl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love being neat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've worn pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I believe in ghosts. (kinda)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love white chocolate. (I hate it...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[-] I play video games. (sometimes..)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[-] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I loath lables.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I like action movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I like chick flicks.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I know the most random facts about things people have never heard of before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't spell.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I treasure my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[-] I think of others before myself.&lt;br /&gt;[X] All of those are answered honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-7562432229448507539?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7562432229448507539/comments/default' title='Post 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href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/pills.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/9133502214035839826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/9133502214035839826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/pills.html' title='Pills'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R-fTWRWm0BI/AAAAAAAAADs/7Dtf6xjNKm8/s72-c/IMG01128-757612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-1397475103152060665</id><published>2008-03-16T23:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:43:25.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste thief</title><content type='html'>So my toothpaste had gone missing for a couple of days (don&amp;#39;t worry I still brushed my teeth) and I thought it was Eddie. So I decided to do a little investigating... And found out it was mom who stole it! Apparently she&amp;#39;s also allergic to the other toothpaste- I just think she wants to use my awesome lemont crest lol&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R93o3YhfBdI/AAAAAAAAADk/5fU4x5pQPbk/s1600-h/IMG01096-705773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R93o3YhfBdI/AAAAAAAAADk/5fU4x5pQPbk/s320/IMG01096-705773.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178551184719283666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-1397475103152060665?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1397475103152060665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/toothpaste-thief.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1397475103152060665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1397475103152060665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/toothpaste-thief.html' title='Toothpaste thief'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R93o3YhfBdI/AAAAAAAAADk/5fU4x5pQPbk/s72-c/IMG01096-705773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-1142017419041685357</id><published>2008-03-09T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:40:01.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9th March 2008</title><content type='html'>Another blog post due to procrastination, it is now 2:34pm and for the past three hours I have found many different widgets to add to my desktop screen, my igoogle homepage and given more time probably many more applications on face book also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been browsing through recipes and photos, and have stumbled across many things that have been aesthetically pleasing for me, here is one of the most adorable pictures ever: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R9QuRYhfBaI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ry3BZo49IVg/s1600-h/kawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175812747931092386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R9QuRYhfBaI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ry3BZo49IVg/s320/kawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pce &amp;amp; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-1142017419041685357?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1142017419041685357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/9th-march-2008.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1142017419041685357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/1142017419041685357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/9th-march-2008.html' title='9th March 2008'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R9QuRYhfBaI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ry3BZo49IVg/s72-c/kawaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-6469633639891989320</id><published>2008-03-08T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:51:29.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC </title><content type='html'>A black and white mousse and a Napoleon from some cute little bakery in manhatten. Yum c: its raining hard though. What a bummer NY weather is. &lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R9jA4YhfBcI/AAAAAAAAADc/wV3ZoIuKyRg/s1600-h/IMG01094-789254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R9jA4YhfBcI/AAAAAAAAADc/wV3ZoIuKyRg/s320/IMG01094-789254.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177099846550488514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-6469633639891989320?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6469633639891989320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/nyc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6469633639891989320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/6469633639891989320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/nyc.html' title='NYC '/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/R9jA4YhfBcI/AAAAAAAAADc/wV3ZoIuKyRg/s72-c/IMG01094-789254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-3345703381759892695</id><published>2008-03-01T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:45:56.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st March 2008</title><content type='html'>So lacrosse conditioning has deemed me an invalid for the next few days... I still have that sign language performance thing to do tomorrow &gt;.&lt; Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;Been reading the twilight, new moon &amp;amp; eclipse series by Stephenie Meyer, about vampires and whatnot. Didn't think I'd like it but it's surprisingly addictive. Aside from being immensly unrealistic and cheesy, it's a good light-read.&lt;br /&gt;They're making a movie out of the books... and Cedric Diggory off Harry Potter has been cast to be the lead male, Edward Cullen. Now if you've read the books, you'll know that Cedric is NOT Edward material. However, Gaspard Ulliel would be... perfecto &lt;3 only problem with Gaspard is he reminds me of Yann... hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pce &amp;amp; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-3345703381759892695?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3345703381759892695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/1st-march-2008.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/3345703381759892695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/3345703381759892695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/1st-march-2008.html' title='1st March 2008'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-2755910314660796432</id><published>2008-02-18T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:17:29.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni choices</title><content type='html'>So these past couple of weeks, I've been receiving lots of college letters etc. and now it's the holidays, I've taken some time to sort through them and made my top 10 list =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. Colleges/Universities:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cornell&lt;br /&gt;2. Stanford&lt;br /&gt;3. Princeton&lt;br /&gt;4. Yale&lt;br /&gt;5. UPenn&lt;br /&gt;6. Northwestern&lt;br /&gt;7. Vassar&lt;br /&gt;8. Emory&lt;br /&gt;9. Berkeley (California)&lt;br /&gt;10. UConn (uni of connecticut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these are listed from most favored yet least likely to get into lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And international Unis:&lt;br /&gt;1. Otago Uni &lt;3 whoo&lt;br /&gt;2. Cambridge&lt;br /&gt;3. Oxford&lt;br /&gt;4. Monash (in Aussie)&lt;br /&gt;5. ANU (Australian National University)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... hmm... now to talk to the parentals and guidance counsellor about these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-2755910314660796432?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2755910314660796432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/uni-choices.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/2755910314660796432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/2755910314660796432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/uni-choices.html' title='Uni choices'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-536888861717734057</id><published>2008-02-11T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:44:22.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11th February 2008</title><content type='html'>Went to bed at around 2 last night after finishing that stupid essay... it's 9:30 and I still have to shower and do laundry and do the Latin project and other homeworks.. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's back in about a day... if only he came back earlier,  could watch the second to last game of the season :( Whaaaaatever though.&lt;br /&gt;Umm... today was considerably uneventful... can't really remember everything that happened because I was so tired and out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Ehh... just finished running, am very tired... lol just got yelled at by Joe online coz I was distracting him from working &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooold... I wish I had more will power, then I could get off the internet and actually start on the shitload of work that's waiting for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-536888861717734057?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/536888861717734057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/11th-february-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/536888861717734057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/536888861717734057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/11th-february-2008.html' title='11th February 2008'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-5822922923546847765</id><published>2008-02-10T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:39:09.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10th February 2008</title><content type='html'>Went to some Chinese New Year party last night hosted by a family friend... it was rather awkward with all the adults and little kids (they were either too old to be funny or too young to be sane), there was this one little girl who was kinda cute, she didn't really talk though.. I'm not sure of her name. It was either Audrey, Andrea or Angela... the kid talked so softly I wanted to shake her.&lt;br /&gt;Meh... Monika slept over on Friday lol and we were gonna meet up with Joe but there was this whooole mix-up and we got so pissed off at him only to realize he had called twice to explain but my phone was on silent and I didn't check it til 3 in the morning... interesting times.&lt;br /&gt;Have a shitload of things to do today:&lt;br /&gt;-Latin Domus project&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Hardy (Return of the Native) essay&lt;br /&gt;-Pre-calc notes from when I was away&lt;br /&gt;-Anatomy lab booklet thingy&lt;br /&gt;Rwaaaar and I might be stopping off at the supermarket sometime today to grab more stuff to eat. God I've spent so much money on food alone lol.&lt;br /&gt;All of you probably know this by now if I've previously rambled to you, but the Milwaukee Bucks lost 98-99 to the NY Knicks on Saturday night... I am fucking pissed off considering Bucks had a great lead til about 3rd quarter. :(&lt;br /&gt;Dad's coming back Wednesday I think... wanna go to the game so bad Tuesday night (2nd to last one of the season!) hope I can find a ride. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 xoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-5822922923546847765?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5822922923546847765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/10th-february-2008.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5822922923546847765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/5822922923546847765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/10th-february-2008.html' title='10th February 2008'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-4903607978130713625</id><published>2008-02-07T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:05:46.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7th February 2008</title><content type='html'>Talked to Mrs Davis (my gym teacher) and I'm going to be trying out for the girls lacrosse team, girls volleyball, and track... but ofc I'm actually only going to be doing one sport :P because yeah... I don't have that much time.&lt;br /&gt;Umm... what is there to say... oh yeah, went on an art field trip today to Fairfield University where they had some Greek/Roman (can't remember which) sculptures that were on loan from the Met and we got to do some mass sketches and contours which was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year, I hate to have to spend it alone for the second time in my not so long life but that's just the way things are sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Monika staying over tmrw after school and then going to some family friend's house to celebrate a late-ish Chinese New Years with them on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;That's the extent of my plans... so yeah. It's really cold here =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you guys &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-4903607978130713625?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4903607978130713625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/7th-february-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/4903607978130713625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/4903607978130713625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/7th-february-2008.html' title='7th February 2008'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678287598867136800.post-2496448136780468980</id><published>2008-02-05T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:38:53.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5th February 2008</title><content type='html'>Terrible day today, combination of all these shitting things just rolled up into one massive ball of shite. This isn't even the ordinary shit, this is fucking "I-want-to-kill-myself" kind of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a big blur... I have a lightbulb that needs changing but I can't reach iteven with a chair (the downfalls of being fun-sized) and I can't go anywhere because I CAN'T DRIVE.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dad... I bet this is all part of your suppresion plan.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a normal 3 meal day since my parents left... eh... so much for looking after myself. Gummy bears and brownies seem to be my staple.&lt;br /&gt;Just so angry at the world. And I don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a nap will do the trick, lets see what tmrw brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678287598867136800-2496448136780468980?l=bitesofcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2496448136780468980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/5th-february-2008.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/2496448136780468980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678287598867136800/posts/default/2496448136780468980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitesofcookie.blogspot.com/2008/02/5th-february-2008.html' title='5th February 2008'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328251384007367904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpOiEI0u_kc/SUWWhikC10I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YG90zG_liB8/S220/Snapshot_20081201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
