<?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-5643969006607242239</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:48:50.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whimsical Curiosity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-7888395733980973759</id><published>2008-07-07T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:17:02.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working hard.</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been posting.&lt;br /&gt;I get caught up in work, and hanging out with friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I PROMISE I'll have a nice new juicy post for you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-7888395733980973759?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7888395733980973759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=7888395733980973759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7888395733980973759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7888395733980973759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/07/working-hard.html' title='Working hard.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2558808438346079525</id><published>2008-07-02T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:01.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGt_7S5DmNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/LpIu6Ikv8F0/s1600-h/bloggy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218405249899010258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGt_7S5DmNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/LpIu6Ikv8F0/s400/bloggy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! a post! finally! Okay, I woke up this morning and it was REALLY bugging me that I didn't post the pictures that were still in my digi cam. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So here I am...&lt;br /&gt;this post will include my lip stain strawberry experiment, my semi-annual victoria's secret haul (preferably only for the girl readers), my skin-care haul, and my clothing haul ^.^&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much a girllllyy post, the above picture^ is the only boy-ish thing you'll ever see for the moment XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry &lt;a href="http://shopwithavengeance.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-it-yourself-lip-balm-stain.html"&gt;lip-stain&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-ingenius-buddy-i-pwnz-teh-w0rld.html#comments"&gt;experiment.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408540402755874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuC60-SKSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8wnDgrzTExg/s320/bloggy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My lips while the strawberry mess was applied. I really should have taken out the seeds or something, I don't know how I could've made it less chunky :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408539268983106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuC6wv-KUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/CmPM490I_Ug/s320/bloggy3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and my lips AFTER five minutes, and after the strawberry gunk was wiped off. I didn't mess with the picture by the way. So anyhow, my lips are lightly, VERY lightly stained. :) And my lips felt softer and sweeter...but maybe that's because it's made out of lip balm 0_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218411263471794898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuFZVMiOtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DczZfslOSBg/s400/bloggy4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;YAY! my first summer dress, and it fits perfectly, not to mention it's extremely comfortable. The damage was 9.00 USD (ahah. I'm doing the &lt;a href="http://www.karencheng.com.au/2008/06/04/doing-the-karen-cheng/"&gt;Karen Cheng&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218411263176660130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuFZUGK1KI/AAAAAAAAAW0/e1NHFTuNU4s/s400/bloggy5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And my SECOND summer dress! thanks to the bf's mum :) isn't she nice? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218413351091627826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuHS2L45zI/AAAAAAAAAW8/r---o0bVxIk/s400/bloggy6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do my eyes look like little black holes? That's kinda creepy :/ anyhow, thanks to my best friend J. I have a shirt that has sushi on it that says "This is how we roll!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218413353638930402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuHS_rNp-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/lOexXTIMPgE/s400/bloggy7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and thanks to my muthah, the CUTEST top evar. The damage= 5.99 USD. My side bangs went out of wack just for the picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218414750063615362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuIkRwzXYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/X761-SEF21k/s400/bloggy8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to the bf's mom again, :) a comfortable and flowing silk scarf top, it has the sweeties stamp of approval. Oh, and I AM wearing something underneath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, GIRLS ONLY AHEAD PLEASE! Just for this one picture :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218414754367356450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuIkhy5PiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4V7J8Egg0mc/s400/bloggy9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know I know, it's just underwear, no porn (sorry to dissapoint.) But that's my mini Victoria's Secret Semi-Annual sale haul. (Psst, the blue one is the back of the panty. ^.^ oh, and that has the love's stamp of approval as well.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay! You guys can look now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218421666891132146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuO248_bPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/V4RKIFkfA7E/s400/bloggy10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jergens natural glow for the spots that dont get tanned when you go to the beach :P&lt;br /&gt;Aveeno with spf 15 and neutrogena blemish wipes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.thefind.com/images/YgA7MGPGpWkM0xjW8jIwZKQm5pRkxCfmpcQnpSaWllQyZJSUFFjp6yclletl5iamp6br5aWW6KcXJRZkZCYX6xcU5aeUJpfEg-WAXCencENdYxMzQyNTixJDExO9rIJ0BgA*?r=2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and liplicious. I gots watermelon flavor...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218421672002807106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGuO3L_tZUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/tVPJpFOmkCk/s400/bloggy11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2558808438346079525?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2558808438346079525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2558808438346079525&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2558808438346079525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2558808438346079525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGt_7S5DmNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/LpIu6Ikv8F0/s72-c/bloggy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2590739665827394035</id><published>2008-06-29T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:50:35.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been lazy lately...</title><content type='html'>I SWEAR I'll have the haul pictures and the "challenge" pictures up...someday ^.^&lt;br /&gt;But while you wait for that, here's a bunch of videos of me and my friend A.M. going nuts with the webcam. Enjoy, and try not to puke too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3VCiaqj9gI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3VCiaqj9gI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is for Pao!!!  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7eZs7ZJXo08&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7eZs7ZJXo08&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Z-q2iHW25w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Z-q2iHW25w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJ2qp1hkHjo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJ2qp1hkHjo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* the things we do ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2590739665827394035?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2590739665827394035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2590739665827394035&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2590739665827394035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2590739665827394035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-lazy-lately.html' title='been lazy lately...'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5446596595467548548</id><published>2008-06-26T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:21:08.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at a time.</title><content type='html'>Let's just say I've become an avid workaholic. I enjoy my job, I like being at the workplace, the people are nice and lively so it feels as if I'm hanging out with a bunch of friends instead of going to work.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice getting paid just to hang out ^.^&lt;br /&gt;The only drawback is that I have no life outside the workplace, I've even limited the hours with my dearest to the mornings and early afternoons and Sunday's. :/&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing, I plan to make it up to him...&lt;br /&gt;smothering him with hugs and kisses....then asking for his credit card XD&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I came sooo close to spending a LOT of money twice today...both of them while online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avon.com/"&gt;AVON&lt;/a&gt; has this deal...and if I'm not going to use it, I might as well give it to those who want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.avon.com/shop/search_prod_line.asp?line_id=309&amp;amp;s=WklyProsHTML0623Anew_MakeoverPR&amp;amp;c=Email&amp;amp;otc=FusionsHEADER"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UP TO 53% OFF Skin So Soft Body Care &amp;amp; NEW Color, plus FREE Shipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop early, as some of the product offers end &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;07/03/08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Shipping offer applies only to standard shipping charges and does not affect 2nd Day or Overnight delivery rates. 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Please note that Avon Representatives reserve the right to charge a $.75 handling fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I awsome? :D&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the free shipping. *sigh* I'm choosing not to take advantage of that :( ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, the best&lt;strong&gt;est&lt;/strong&gt; thing about my honey is that he's so supportive and generous, I seriously am NEVER in NEED...(I never said want...I want a ton of stuff.) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, back on topic; because of work, I have to life out of it, and so I've grown lazy with everything...including exercising which is the BIGGEST problem. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;I know, I KNOW! I'm skinny, but still I'd REALLY love to tone out my horrible legs! disgusting flabby things they are. Oh, and my butt -.- but I wont get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most exercises are really boring, like frog squats, effective yet boring and ouchiness, oh, and boring lunges. I dislike all the &lt;a href="http://exercise.about.com/cs/butthipsthighs/l/bllegsbuttthigh.htm"&gt;exercises&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;--in that link.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody got any interesting work out methods for the lower body?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Yoga and Pilates positions would be MUCH more interesting than squatting. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a848.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/86/l_8d2fb3335be4435708cd4cfc482591a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I believe that's the most recent photo of my legs in action...Ocean City, MD, playing DDR! (Dance Dance Revolution) Supernova2 :D playing on HEAVY. yay. It was fun. I'm such a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I was TOO late for the SUM YOUNG HOE challenge T_T&lt;br /&gt;but I had so much fun doing it that I'm definately going to post up the pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;I made the terrible mistake of letting my co-workers pick out my name...it's my new nickname at work now. ("Leana Moon")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that'll be after I show you my HAULSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I shall go to the land of nod now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-5446596595467548548?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5446596595467548548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5446596595467548548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5446596595467548548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5446596595467548548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-day-at-time.html' title='One day at a time.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2539792867864882486</id><published>2008-06-23T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:01.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super ingenius buddy. i pwnz teh w0rld.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGBv4bQp8DI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VXi-wRFPlAI/s1600-h/pwntehw0rld.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215291383676006450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGBv4bQp8DI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VXi-wRFPlAI/s400/pwntehw0rld.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;(&lt;em&gt;owningz the world, one n00b at a time ^.^&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/center&gt;(girly post up ahead) (bewarez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-ness. foohtawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to do the "&lt;a href="http://shopwithavengeance.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-it-yourself-lip-balm-stain.html"&gt;do-it-yourself-lip balm-stain&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't exactly fail to follow all the intstructions, I just neglected to follow the "right way to do it"&lt;br /&gt;So I could not find food coloring in the kitchen, and I stompped all over the place PMS'ing about not having things when I "need" them the most.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, "I SHALL DO IT ALL BY MYSELF!!!" I brainstormed about natural red coloring....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big red strawberries, which I had in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah my. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never fail to make a fool out of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nonetheless, it worked ^.^ haha. *pats her head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it didn't exactly have the nice juicy red color I hoped for, but it did make my lips slightly pinker than usual. I even tried it on my brother and his best friend, I have pictures to prove it...but meh. I didn't upload them yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To dye or NOT to dyeee??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the majority of people say I shouldn't color my hair. They either say natural is the way to go, or it's a total waste of money to color my beautiful black hair (psh. vain I be. yes. lying I not. no.)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;depending on who I am with, I change my mind constantly on what I want to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the sense in NOT coloring my hair, less damage, which means healthy-ER hair, not spending 70 USD, which means more money in my slowling growing savings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, if I color my hair, I can have the satisfaction of "looking nice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything leans more to NOT coloring my hair, and yet I continue to crave a different hair color. I swear, I am one of the most fickle people you'll ever meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I don't have virgin hair, I've dyed it a couple of times now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1'st time: Professionally done in a hair studio in the Philippines, a nice vibrant red color. Highlights only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2'nd time: baught CRUDE hair dye in a market place, my girl cousin dyed chunks of my hair, I swear that stuff almost KILLED my hair...it smelled terrible too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't show at first, but after being exposed to sunlight it turned a bronzy-reddish color, which I was satisfied with. (in the Philippines again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3'rd time: baught more crude hair dye, this time in the United States...less damaging...but still done unprofesionally...this time by my guy friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meh. we dyed it a violet color, and it covered my red, so we tried a red color and it never showed up :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4'th time: I learned my lesson and got it done professionally by the lady who does my hair to this day, highlights yet again (I don't think I've ever dyed my entire head) a nice warm red color that barely showed up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking either red highlights again, with a nice color that actually contrasts my black hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or getting my entire head done with a dark creamy brown, or a nice "bronze" color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/8518/ayumihamasakiem3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like that color, but I'm not sure I could pull it off so well as Ayumi Hamasaki can. (&lt;em&gt;on a side note: I DID'NT KNOW HER ENTIRE FACE WENT UNDER THE KNIFE!! That makes me feel a WHOLE lot better about myself. *grins*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/8518/ayumihamasakiem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/6599/fannwongsexyasianse1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that brown. I could pull off that brown ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. whatever. I go sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2539792867864882486?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2539792867864882486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2539792867864882486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2539792867864882486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2539792867864882486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-ingenius-buddy-i-pwnz-teh-w0rld.html' title='super ingenius buddy. i pwnz teh w0rld.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SGBv4bQp8DI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VXi-wRFPlAI/s72-c/pwntehw0rld.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-4825362439309455942</id><published>2008-06-23T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:35:21.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW POST!...damn. about time.</title><content type='html'>whew!&lt;br /&gt;*wipes forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look! I finally "caught" up with my blog ^.^&lt;br /&gt;You have to excuse me, I've been extremely busy...and I'm not lying either.&lt;br /&gt;I worked every single day of the week (except for Sundays) for two weeks, and a double shift thrown in from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah! now I have to post a KETCHUUUUP POST! WITH LOTS OF PICTURES!! BAAAH!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little brother flies with chickens. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back when I upload the rest of my pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-4825362439309455942?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4825362439309455942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4825362439309455942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-postdamn-about-time.html' title='NEW POST!...damn. about time.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-1201836413255373133</id><published>2008-06-18T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:01.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:O Making a Stand.</title><content type='html'>So, as I have mentioned sometime before in my previous posts, I play on &lt;a href="http://www.travian.us/"&gt;Travian&lt;/a&gt; quite frequently. It's a little online game that requires a few clicks of the mouse and tada! you're finished for the day, it quite honestly could take you five minutes just to play.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213160276000959074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFjdpog26mI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ytLbn_YHlV0/s400/travian7777777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have cute little farms, and you get a cute little village where you build your cute little city, and train cute little soldiers. I lie. It's not the SIMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my bf are being attacked like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this alliance that is continually attack our poor little villages. (&lt;em&gt;My bf has 3 XD&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all my cute little druidriders and haeduans are dying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213160278873046066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFjdpzNnfDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H5vc84lbmko/s400/druidrider3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (^^&lt;em&gt;my beloved druidrider&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*strikes a pose*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOR LIFE AND LIBERTY!! WE SHALL FEND OFF THE INTRUDERS OF OUR CITY!!! GRAAAAAHRRGGG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cough* *cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*CRYYYYYYYYY!!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In memory of my brave little druidriders and haeduans that protected Althenon, Evereska, Hug Nichi, Leet World, MADISON, eraidor, and my village likkle Lunamare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each and everyone of you will be remembered and honored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor things. I SHALL AVENGE YOU ALL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pouts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already started waking up early to fend off attacks XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to feel the crushing blow, but I'll never cave in...and if they do take me down, I'm not going down without taking the bad guy army with me! &gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've become obsessed. doh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-1201836413255373133?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1201836413255373133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=1201836413255373133&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1201836413255373133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1201836413255373133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-making-stand.html' title='&gt;:O Making a Stand.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFjdpog26mI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ytLbn_YHlV0/s72-c/travian7777777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-6544567971422048046</id><published>2008-06-16T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:35:58.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I be taggeded.</title><content type='html'>1. Have you been trying to avoid something or someone?&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Asia Tour!! *throws up a peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you enjoy the most (physically)?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses, lots of hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;The type of happiness that lasts a day.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it can buy happiness, just not the deep, tingly, heart-warming kind of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, living in a house that me and my beloved built ourselves in the Philippines, with a family of our own...oh...and a cute little garden and fountain ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;the creature dearest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you win $1million, what would u do?&lt;br /&gt;psh. shopping spree baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite type of food?&lt;br /&gt;it's called: FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;She always comments, I like people who leave comments.&lt;br /&gt;She's really furney.&lt;br /&gt;And she's cool to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;making love and babies. what? oh. :D I didn't say that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you date someone who's at least 10 years older or younger?&lt;br /&gt;I would date someone 10 years older, but never younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If there's a next life, what would you like to be reborn as?&lt;br /&gt;your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;To be an accomplished artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in Love in First Sight?&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Pika. I believe that would be lust. So no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;The huggable lovable BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What drives you crazy these days?&lt;br /&gt;0.o the BF lawlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If you have a chance, which part of your character do you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;my lack of self-confidence...it really does get in the way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What music you have been listening to recently?&lt;br /&gt;meh. rap and r&amp;amp;b type of music...which is kind of silly since I don't like that genre very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What is your least favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;pigs. they're not cute. they're dirty, nasty, smelly, and...well...piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Do you hate being tagged?&lt;br /&gt;not really, I don't mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not going to tag anybody, if you want to do it, just go ahead and feel free...I'm too busy to go and tag somebody right now, I'mma go to bed...night everyone.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-6544567971422048046?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6544567971422048046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=6544567971422048046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6544567971422048046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6544567971422048046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-be-taggeded.html' title='I be taggeded.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2109756994944597485</id><published>2008-06-16T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:02.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>underwater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's unbelievable how we get so caught up in our hectic lives, we run helter-skelter to and fro, here and there...work and play.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to take a break from life itself and look to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;not that it has the answers, but to mimic it's stillness and enjoy the surreal beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212473153142951730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFZst0ZYjzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kPDE7ygUWu0/s400/divedeep.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little time for a little reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212475876242041538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFZvMUuzKsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_jwlaWEqC1s/s400/reflection.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We all need to slow down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2109756994944597485?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2109756994944597485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2109756994944597485&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2109756994944597485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2109756994944597485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/underwater.html' title='underwater.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFZst0ZYjzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kPDE7ygUWu0/s72-c/divedeep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-6754758945880989898</id><published>2008-06-12T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:31:46.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what would the world be like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...without rocket launchers? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.freewebs.com/flood_master/Earth%20Weapon-Rocket%20Launcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to rocket jump right now, its been quite a while since I've played an awesome video game. A game where it seriously requires more than just clicking a button (&lt;em&gt;I've been playing on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travian.us/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;travian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for a while :/ and not much skill is needed to play that game&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bf is borrowing his friend's PS3 for the summer, and I'm extremely excited! I've been banned from playing xbox360 games that can be played on the PS3 by my darling till he gets the PS3...*drools* THEN I CAN PLAY...Devil May Cry IV!! ooh yayz! I really have been aching to play it ever since I watched the pro promo for the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a big fan of PS3 come to think of it, xbox and xbox360 are my favorite consoles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I've noticed a few of my fellow makeup bloggers are gamers! would'ya think of that?! I found that pretty awesome. I'd like to know, what are YOUR favourite video game consoles and video games of all time? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-6754758945880989898?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6754758945880989898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=6754758945880989898&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6754758945880989898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6754758945880989898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-would-world-be-like.html' title='what would the world be like...'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-3356731195223684552</id><published>2008-06-12T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:05.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy days :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that make me happy in a week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugging my love, being able to see him every single day of the week.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210986886145874338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEk9sXxmaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/awgn6wb1v8k/s400/sachipawz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Recieving two sketches in one day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210992053426183714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEpqd_Z3iI/AAAAAAAAAU8/A4U4VJF_qtE/s400/yoshi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;one from my co-worker, who shares the same admiration for...YOSHI! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210992681359077970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEqPBORclI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6HY8YrXk99E/s320/viaairmail.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and the other from Dan...all the way from the Philippines. Via Air Mail :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing around Walmart with my friend A.M. then sleeping over her house and making silly videos and posting them on youtube.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210988233745689458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEmMIkm63I/AAAAAAAAAUc/szJUX6044lo/s200/barbiedolls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210988983684989330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEm3yUEgZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JL9mKGWHVng/s200/barbiedolls2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pl4PnKvf_aU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom tarat tarat...you wont get it unless you're filipino. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuDNrAInmO4&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* we're silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being inspired by &lt;a href="http://fuzkittie.blogspot.com/2008/06/ols-attempt-at-ulzzang.html"&gt;fuzkittie&lt;/a&gt; to try and be "UZZLANG"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEkM9YKLWI/AAAAAAAAATs/g14Esl9cenA/s1600-h/uzzlang2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210986048897297762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEkM9YKLWI/AAAAAAAAATs/g14Esl9cenA/s200/uzzlang2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEklVOQlLI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bqEyIEtbCRU/s1600-h/uzzlang3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210986467615085746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEklVOQlLI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bqEyIEtbCRU/s200/uzzlang3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210984979778521378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEjOumYSSI/AAAAAAAAATc/SkVXUpq83EM/s200/uzzlang.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210990398971337010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEoKKqoWTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2R7OU7F2fZo/s320/uzzlang4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210993823426538882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFErRfwX7YI/AAAAAAAAAVM/rPxSncJCbuE/s400/uzzlang5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Working every day and being on overtime, knowing that my next paycheck will be a knockout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, I'mma happy girl.&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;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-3356731195223684552?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3356731195223684552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=3356731195223684552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3356731195223684552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3356731195223684552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-days.html' title='Happy days :)'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SFEk9sXxmaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/awgn6wb1v8k/s72-c/sachipawz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-4729975296858792898</id><published>2008-06-09T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:06.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A jam packed fun weekend.</title><content type='html'>After a long and busy week working (&lt;em&gt;which explains my absence from my beloved blogger&lt;/em&gt;) I get rewarded by my wonderful love and our friends... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bf's friend from VA came down to visit him and on Saturday we went boating! How exciting was that? It was beautiful...but nastily hotttt. Meh. I had to resist the urge to jump from the boat into the nice cool water which I was sticking my footsies in. I didn't bring my camera but I took a photo with my sad little RZR phone! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209898880589490786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SE1Hbb096mI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wNyuL-ug42M/s400/060708_15071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Bf's best friend on the left, BF on the right&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kind of sucked that I had to work later on that day so we couldn't stay long :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we're planning to go again in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day was awesome as well! Except for my mini haul...which I will proceed to kick my ass the next couple of days (DAMNIT! 55 USD! DAMNIT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, we went to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot WEATHER. COLD water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shivers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got in...spent a minute in the water...and never got back in again 0.o&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209901136509685938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SE1JevyQULI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fQwSJ_gi8HE/s400/beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's my friend and her bf listening to her ringtone on my phone XD (&lt;em&gt;show me your bootyhole *cringes* I know...I have a dirty mind&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209901314299307794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SE1JpGGmpxI/AAAAAAAAATE/ou7gC92mOfQ/s400/beach2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;owh-mai-freakin-goddess! This HAS to be ONE OF THE WORST pictures of me... I SWEAR that is the spf reflection from the flash!! MY FACE ISN'T LIGHTER THAN MY BODY!!! AAAHH! But yes, I am &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; flatchested, and yes, that&lt;strong&gt; is&lt;/strong&gt; my rib sticking out in the corner XD ahahaha!!!! mai-fucking-gosh...I see my rib!! lawlz! I'm dying. bah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, the trip to the beach was extremely fun, went swimming for a minute, walked around for a few more minutes, played DDR for a while, went out to eat...then came back home :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MINI-HAUL: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The DAMAGE=55 USD...and a couple cents... X_x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209901855216394306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SE1KIlLSYEI/AAAAAAAAATU/arVcyofyrjU/s400/minihaul2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209901849105578306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SE1KIOaWuUI/AAAAAAAAATM/kY5ZWrXqnko/s400/minihaul.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say: SURELY that can't be enough to add up to 55 bucks! right?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the money went to food and candy.... and a big blue bouncy ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;doh. *slaps forehead*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-4729975296858792898?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4729975296858792898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=4729975296858792898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4729975296858792898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4729975296858792898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/jam-packed-fun-weekend.html' title='A jam packed fun weekend.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SE1Hbb096mI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wNyuL-ug42M/s72-c/060708_15071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-4579366103869176624</id><published>2008-06-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:10:46.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Girls:</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been incognito ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you haven't noticed, this post is for the girls...So guys, please wait for the next post which will be dedicated just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've just been working every single effin day of this week, (except for Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;I got my sad little paycheck this week, and I actually decided to spend money on a concealer over ten dollars!! wow. I'm not being a tight wad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's amazing. Usually I'm really tight-fisted about my dollars...ah well, at least I know my next paycheck will make me feel fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for brand names, but I decided to give &lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;prnbr=8P-198544&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;cgname=OSMKPFACZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=2537"&gt;Victoria's Secret Very Sexy Concealer&lt;/a&gt; a try... &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri/V259626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 USD. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Nice creamy coverage, light weight and breathable; the only con so far is that it wont set unless you pat it down with a powder of some sort...mineral preferably.&lt;br /&gt;I'd post pictures of examples but I just got it this afternoon, and i just got back from work so I'm a tad bit (&lt;em&gt;okay, maybe &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) lazy right now. Anyhowz, I like it a lot ^.^ it blends well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd like to try their lipgloss next...either that or Bath and Body Work's new Pop Culture Plumper lip gloss (&lt;em&gt;I'm not much for the plumping...but it smells really nice&lt;/em&gt; XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody up for shopping?&lt;br /&gt;VS is having their Semi-Annual sale on June 17'th :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was ten, and I looked down on and laughed at my mother for getting stuff from victoria's secret...I thought it was silly, stupid, and a waste of money; because after all...It's only you who gets to see your own underwear right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt; *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh...yeah, soo...I vowed to never buy anything from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my vow XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with VS now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-4579366103869176624?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4579366103869176624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=4579366103869176624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4579366103869176624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4579366103869176624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-girls.html' title='For the Girls:'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5630662401366620988</id><published>2008-06-02T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:06.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEQEoTqHy7I/AAAAAAAAASs/8oHYwZ2qS18/s1600-h/lol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207292159665359794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEQEoTqHy7I/AAAAAAAAASs/8oHYwZ2qS18/s400/lol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was actually taken a while back...when halo3 was the game to look forward to XD&lt;br /&gt;My darling said it looks like Master chief is checking me out, and my friend looks like she's either poking my only dimple, or she's advertising me.&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/5643969006607242239-5630662401366620988?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5630662401366620988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5630662401366620988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5630662401366620988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5630662401366620988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol.html' title='LoL'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEQEoTqHy7I/AAAAAAAAASs/8oHYwZ2qS18/s72-c/lol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-7826452297338277614</id><published>2008-06-01T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:06.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>much-a-going on...</title><content type='html'>There are so many things we take for granted in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of bloggers I know have posted about their loses in their lives and I am proud to say that I did feel extremely sorry and touched, and it wasn't fake sympathy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I read &lt;a href="http://makeupfairytale.blogspot.com/2008/06/chinas-earthquake-aftermath.html"&gt;Kimmei's&lt;/a&gt; blog post...and I burst into tears. &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1W7AdNSuUA/SD4L_g7mBpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PcOIei-FNT8/s400/china+earthquake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1W7AdNSuUA/SD4LfA7mBnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/C_kSwCdue7w/s400/Untitled+-+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The two stories above touched me the most, the first one especially.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I cried, I cried for Lurve and her friend, I cried for An unknown girl, I cried for Song Xinying's Parents, and I cried for that baby's mother, and I cried for everybody hurting because of a lost loved one.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm sorry, I was going to post something different to contrast the bad taste of my last post, but I feel this is more important.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We really should not take our loved ones for granted, we should cherish and hold them close to us everyday.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-7826452297338277614?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7826452297338277614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=7826452297338277614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7826452297338277614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7826452297338277614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-going-on.html' title='much-a-going on...'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1W7AdNSuUA/SD4L_g7mBpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PcOIei-FNT8/s72-c/china+earthquake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-4725062488199330866</id><published>2008-05-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:07.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierced by insecurity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;watercolor paper, pencil, watercolor, ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEAtQYdrgZI/AAAAAAAAASM/3gYvypaq_Xs/s1600-h/in.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206210928708387218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEAtQYdrgZI/AAAAAAAAASM/3gYvypaq_Xs/s400/in.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The need to express (her) feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEAtQodrgaI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZgApxyaN7T0/s1600-h/in2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206210933003354530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEAtQodrgaI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZgApxyaN7T0/s400/in2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Color in the pain and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEAs1IdrgYI/AAAAAAAAASE/tIR7N1JEqHw/s1600-h/in3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206210460556951938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEAs1IdrgYI/AAAAAAAAASE/tIR7N1JEqHw/s400/in3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final. Insecurity stabs her body, burying itself deep into her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206211534298776002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEAtzodrgcI/AAAAAAAAASk/UhRjG3AfhUc/s400/in4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and I really did feel better after I drew that picture. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-4725062488199330866?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4725062488199330866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=4725062488199330866&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4725062488199330866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4725062488199330866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/peirced-by-insecurity.html' title='Pierced by insecurity.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SEAtQYdrgZI/AAAAAAAAASM/3gYvypaq_Xs/s72-c/in.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-6814562352962364192</id><published>2008-05-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:08.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahrtwhoork.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; stimulus to do creative work: something that stimulates the human mind to creative thought or to the making of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; creativeness: the quality of being stimulated to creative thought or activity, or the manifestation of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encarta ® World English Dictionary © &amp;amp; (P) 1998-2004 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...inpiration comes in many forms...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a fellow blogger, by the name of &lt;a href="http://www.sigbin.com/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;, inspired me to pick up my pen and pencil and draw a tree! :D&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I enjoy drawing nature, but Dan has a certain free flow stroke with carefree lines and I ached to mimick it and make it my own...*&lt;em&gt;waves at Dan&lt;/em&gt;* (&lt;em&gt;psst! I hope you don't mind that I copied your style XD maybe I should have asked you first before I posted..haha&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of Dan's artwork that fed my creativity. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdnOUBcCSnc/SBW1Y0NDJuI/AAAAAAAACgo/MpyaL1N-OrQ/s400/talktometree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to me tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: this piece is brilliant! It made me ACHE to draw...and demmit! Dan!! I shall hunt you down if you gave this piece away! I'd even buy it from you (&lt;em&gt;depending on what your offered price is...XD I'm not made out of money&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdnOUBcCSnc/RyNRHv_kZyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/biFKeScFQ88/s400/stomp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Bah. Dan's creativity is out of this world, it partly makes me jealous...*grumbles*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdnOUBcCSnc/SD5VKwEgMSI/AAAAAAAAC9w/55VrXHDWG5c/s400/not-getting-wet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Getting Wet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is romantic too&lt;/span&gt;.): I like how he can just scribble and make it a cool piece of artwork...if I tried scratching away like that I'd get upset with myself...."&lt;em&gt;BaH! I'm not DOING IT RIGHT!! WHAT'S THE &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; WAY TO SCRIBBLE?!&lt;/em&gt;?" 0.o&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BdnOUBcCSnc/SDugyQEgLfI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/snGhA8bzQJg/s400/never+apart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: My ultimate favorite, why? First of all it's beautiful, and second, it reminds me of when I went to Philippines and left my poor mate all alone here in the United States for a month and a half =..( hmph. way to sell it Dan! (jk)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, thanks for the inspiration Dan, The picktcha is foh youu ^.^&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205821121771569506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SD7KuodrgWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jJpUQ1ScIE8/s400/inspiredbydan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh. It isn't as good as his, but...whatever! I enjoyed drawing it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good day everybody! I'm off to work! see yah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-6814562352962364192?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6814562352962364192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=6814562352962364192&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6814562352962364192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6814562352962364192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahrtwhoork.html' title='Ahrtwhoork.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BdnOUBcCSnc/SBW1Y0NDJuI/AAAAAAAACgo/MpyaL1N-OrQ/s72-c/talktometree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-1506895873382882061</id><published>2008-05-27T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:08.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial weekend.</title><content type='html'>I hope everybody had an enjoyable weekend and day off Monday, and I hope we took the time to actually remember on memorial day, say thanks and give a prayer to those who gave their lives for our freedom here in the United States. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ent.scol.com.cn/pic/2005721934411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much given up on getting lighter skin (&lt;em&gt;like her^ *points upwards&lt;/em&gt;*) :( I wanted to be as white as the Korean people...but *&lt;em&gt;le sigh&lt;/em&gt;* I'm to dark for my own good. So I decided to embrace my natural skin tone and...went tanning in my backyard...I was looking kinda sickly because I was starving my skin from sunlight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205041486423097682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDwFp4drgVI/AAAAAAAAARs/W49Y0c2RMLU/s400/tanning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew at that picture....but...anyhow...I'm feeling much better, and my skin looks and feels much better sun kissed.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been drawing lately...but I will try soon, and I'll post them up ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-1506895873382882061?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1506895873382882061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=1506895873382882061&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1506895873382882061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1506895873382882061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial weekend.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDwFp4drgVI/AAAAAAAAARs/W49Y0c2RMLU/s72-c/tanning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-3391883270604867211</id><published>2008-05-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:39:15.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Movie Review #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2007/12/prince-caspian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rated PG for epic battle action and violence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The action is pretty astounding and intense for a children's movie&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Running Time is 2 hours and 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I was going to be late for work if I didn't change into my work cloths in the theater&lt;/em&gt; :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ersonally I believe it to be much better than the first one, it's darker and just a tad bit less kid friendly...But being such an avid fan of the series I don't really enjoy the way they changed around the story and characters for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;But hey! It's hollywood! You must expect that sort of thing to happen, because of course, a movie can only go so far, whereas a book can take you places you've never been.&lt;br /&gt;The CG is amazing, and I LOVE how they portrayed Reepiecheep the Valiant Mouse, which is much better than the OLD Reepiecheep in the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094500/"&gt;1988 Narnia movies from BBC&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music score was very nice, but forgettable.  Although I do like the last song in the movie, and I need to find out who was singing it.&lt;br /&gt;The acting was so-so, nothing awesome, but good enough for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;They did an amazing job of grabbing your attention and toying with your emotions...which I love in a movie. The action is worth watching, YES!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did tear up in some scenes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's a nice emotional rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cutesy kiddy action/fantasy movie, although I don't reccomend it for children younger than nine, I heared a few kids behind me whimpering on certain scenes. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rate it B+ movie. (&lt;em&gt;Out of A+ A- B+ B- C+ C- D+ D&lt;/em&gt;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, another cool thing is the costumes and scenery...the location was the best, and I fell in love with the intricate details of the weaponry and armory. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-3391883270604867211?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3391883270604867211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=3391883270604867211&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3391883270604867211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3391883270604867211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-movie-review-1.html' title='My Movie Review #1'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2522244441723058284</id><published>2008-05-23T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:08.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(=O.O=) Kitty got glasses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.urbandictionary.com/image/page/n00b-54491.jpg" /&gt; Lookies! I gots a new game to play! More time on the internet that I should waste!! I'm starting &lt;a href="http://www.travian.com/"&gt;Travian&lt;/a&gt;, except I play on the newly restarted speed server with my two younger brothers and boyfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up till twelve midnight just to activate my account right as the game began and start playing! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;0.o it's called DEDICATED...NOT OBSESSED...get it right bum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh. Just another gaming chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got my glasses. What do you guys think? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203707920552526146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdIyIdrgUI/AAAAAAAAARk/xtpix8E5ejA/s400/newglasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's another world looking through my new glasses...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even if it's optional for me to wear them, I think I'll be using them quite often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2522244441723058284?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2522244441723058284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2522244441723058284&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2522244441723058284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2522244441723058284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/oo-kitty-got-glasses.html' title='(=O.O=) Kitty got glasses.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdIyIdrgUI/AAAAAAAAARk/xtpix8E5ejA/s72-c/newglasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-3060033000455023122</id><published>2008-05-22T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:04:41.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online shopping, a dangerous and contagious disease</title><content type='html'>After lurking at a few peoples blogs I usually go online "window" shopping, and so I followed my usual routine and popped up &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/default.asp"&gt;Forever 21's&lt;/a&gt; site, I drooled at a couple of items and then saw that they were having a sale on lingerie...I need a couple of items, but I can't spend any money this month :&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I failed, I failed BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;I gave into my inner shopaholic, grabbed my cellphone and speed-dialed my beloved, who has my debit card...why?&lt;br /&gt;Because my dearest is a rock, cannot be persuaded otherwise, cannot be moved, he's the strongest creature I know, he can and will say no, even to me.&lt;br /&gt;So even if I snuggle up to him, bat my eyelashes, look up at him with big childish eyes and a lower lip pout, and ask him in my sweetest voice...I still won't be able to get what I want. Which makes me grumpy because I'm used to getting what I want!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;hmph&lt;/em&gt;!*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;folds arms&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the Phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Helloooo deaarest!"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, hi!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know you're busy at work and everything..."&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I'm on break."&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh really?! well...there's a sale going on and I want a new bra......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;can I have my debit card number pleeeaase?!? It's MUCH cheaper to get it online than to buy one at the mall!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Plus shipping?"&lt;br /&gt;"The bra's are 4.50! That's MUCH cheaper than the cheapest bra at Victoria's Secret which is twenty dollars!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I wouldn't know anything about the price of bra's so I have to trust you on that."&lt;br /&gt;"really?!...oh...cool. ^.^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greedily got my debit card #...&lt;br /&gt;almost baught myself a pretty dress...until my sweetie said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, and to my dismay....&lt;br /&gt;either they don't take debit, or I just couldn't get it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry. cry. cry. cry. cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to having new cloths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/48244849-02.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/48960025-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/44144197-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/42888382-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/48252202-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/48662035-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/47365972-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-3060033000455023122?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3060033000455023122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=3060033000455023122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3060033000455023122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3060033000455023122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-shopping-dangerous-and.html' title='Online shopping, a dangerous and contagious disease'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2344143703889394590</id><published>2008-05-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:09.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random-nimity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDRBEqDRm5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wBumltwHlw4/s1600-h/yayness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202855017783073682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDRBEqDRm5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wBumltwHlw4/s400/yayness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boyfriend said it looks like a talented little kid drew it XD&lt;br /&gt;It was the last picture I ever drew with my co-workers prismacolor color pencils, which I returned yesterday. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202855576128822194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDRBlKDRm7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DJcGZABZRAE/s400/yayness2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; that is actually an old sketch that I randomly drew, shadowed the girl...messed up her arm, then completely ignored the picture for a year. It was two or three days ago where I found it again and randomly decided to fill it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202857075072408514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDRC8aDRm8I/AAAAAAAAARE/_jx_UAY5cMY/s400/yayness3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sorry tis blurry...blogger picture uploading sucks. meh. anyhow, he *&lt;em&gt;points to the above pickcha&lt;/em&gt;* be robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="yayness4 by manganation911, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/89891463@N00/2510910781/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="yayness4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2024/2510910781_9a9ca0061d_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See! hezzaza tall as mai wittle brudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm planning to take a two year course in visual communications at a local community college...I'm kind of nervous though, either being surrounded by talented people is going to squelch me, or it's going to help me out...I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[:&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;:]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen year old brother suffering from puberty walks into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, do I smell good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoves his forearm under my nose, and I sniff carefully&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do...but...wait...HAVE YOU BEEN USING MY LOTION AND SPRAY?!?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I angrily exclaim&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;he answered with indifference&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roars moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...because, it smells good." He says in a "&lt;em&gt;duh, you should know that&lt;/em&gt;" tone and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...grrr...Using my expensive victoria secret lotions...the bum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2344143703889394590?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2344143703889394590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2344143703889394590&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2344143703889394590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2344143703889394590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-nimity.html' title='random-nimity'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDRBEqDRm5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wBumltwHlw4/s72-c/yayness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2671918240215863936</id><published>2008-05-18T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:11.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I'm rather lazy right now, I don't know if I want to post pictures about Prom... :/&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoooo...&lt;br /&gt;I went to a graduation party and my "supportive" friends tried to get me to eat a meatball, and yes, I'm still vegan, I didn't eat a meatball...but, they almost won 0.o&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I'm not going to be vegan anymore if I don't really have support from my friends and family...oh, and good food in the fridge :D&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Hai Hai &lt;a href="http://gezebel6.blogspot.com/"&gt;(g)ezebel&lt;/a&gt;! *&lt;em&gt;waves frantically&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;And for &lt;a href="http://www.sigbin.com/search?updated-max=2008-05-14T05%3A41%3A00-07%3A00"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;, Grand Theft Auto Four is an awesome game with so many things for you to do, I didn't feel restricted in it, and a few times I actually felt as if I were IN the game itself. The gameplay itself is legendary and worth bragging about. There are MANY glitches, especially when you get into vehicles, (&lt;em&gt;once I found myself in the water after jumping from a boat to a bridge, I should've made the jump, but I fell through the bridge and went to take a bath&lt;/em&gt;.) but the wide variety of things you can do in the game makes up for the silly glitches.&lt;br /&gt;I do recommend playing GTAIV ^.^&lt;br /&gt;even if it is a gangstah game :P&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;...ah. maybe I will post pictures of prom and get it over with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/strong&gt;: GETTING READY, and PROM.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201755776738237138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDBZUaDRmtI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9E-SgNHIuHg/s320/prom1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ahaha. terrible picture, I'm so shiny and tired looking...but anyhow, thats a "before" picture...right before I got my hair done.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201757443185548034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDBa1aDRmwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pn9uNuMHc_c/s320/prom2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My friend/co-worker did a lovely job on my hair, it suited the frame of my face beautifully (i'm oval shaped...lucky me.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201757919926917906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDBbRKDRmxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3TEAMHFvxXM/s320/prom3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^.^ we put on our makeup at the last minute. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201759302906387250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDBchqDRmzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oXDNA1W145k/s400/prom4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had to take pictures at THREE houses!! 0.o how bothersome.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201759771057822530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDBc86DRm0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/nPtyXVt84AY/s400/prom5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pictures below were stolen from my friend and her date's myspace. :D *waves @ them*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a233.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/55/l_299189ceff37fb96f9f73a20267848b8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a541.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/52/l_b63bf9ee3560e2b553967d0455a292fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a457.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/39/l_0692548797e4bdf7a66b83585c9e7db0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a248.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/62/l_90af5329c62c6aee57e5fa723248d7b7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a880.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/45/l_91905dbcb2ccbcacebd5ac168cfee31f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a495.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/18/l_58316577bd3dc6e09bbe6ae9cfc81f76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a733.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/58/l_a43fa36db5346e40a2bcba22cf14f534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a405.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/45/l_78e408acb7e82cdb6e007fc3e8ca4bcc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a417.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/53/l_0247bb72a3e33bb081e9d5008369ec48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;0.o...my date looks really cute in that picture....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/5/l_b42322807a3dd70efdbf9e5439e14b08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOOK! I'm dancing! Unfortunately I didn't take pictures at prom itself...and when we were dancing...I was too busy boogying-down!! chyeaah. Look at me...I'm sweating hahaha.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a416.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_0f4f801b20ee6de3d0f640d6414fe9cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a953.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/36/l_bcce93c42f4dede73a5759629caa4f10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was born the party girl...-.-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201765393170013010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDBiEKDRm1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/KMyigntEdpg/s400/prom7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful damnit. (&lt;em&gt;concieted nah&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2671918240215863936?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2671918240215863936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2671918240215863936&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2671918240215863936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2671918240215863936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday morning.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDBZUaDRmtI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9E-SgNHIuHg/s72-c/prom1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-3003779590788245325</id><published>2008-05-16T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:12.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happ(y)ness meter: HIGH</title><content type='html'>Prom was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I only needed to say three words :)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to post pictures just yet, I'm waiting for the pictures my date took, my friend took, her date took, and my date's mom took.&lt;br /&gt;They have some pretty freaking awesome pictures in their cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I got my &lt;a href="http://doktored.blogspot.com/"&gt;picture request&lt;/a&gt; taken and drawn!!! exciting!!! w00t w00t! I asked &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757754951155025979"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt; to draw a dancing star...(&lt;em&gt;I have this big obsession with stars and apples&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdyeVZJgies/SCrPYrvNVRI/AAAAAAAAASg/isEpU3FIYuE/s1600/dancingstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757754951155025979"&gt;doktored!&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;em&gt;waves&lt;/em&gt;* ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, anyhow, I shall regain composure and stop drooling over the star picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/strong&gt;: the day before prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I wasn't able to find very many hookers in Grand theft auto four...and the first one I found, I ran over...&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's laugh worthy, I squashed the hooker with my hot ride which didn't look very hot at the moment since I was TERRIBLE at driving the cars and I bumped into every possible thing XD (&lt;em&gt;now you understand why I ran over the hooker&lt;/em&gt;-.-) Instead I went to the strip clubs and wanted to see how many lap dances I could get, on the third dance I got two strippers O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date had to pick up his sister at a farm, because she got a new horse. The ride going down there was beautiful, my date rolled down all the windows and the sun roof and I stuck my head out of the sun roof a couple of times...it was memorable. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200984374842071666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SC2bu6DRmnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cX34vpKdMXM/s320/horsebuttz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I couldn't get a good picture of the horses...but I got a good picture of their bootoxes&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;I played more GTA4 at my dates house, then watched Foolycooly. FLCL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emocha.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/flcl_image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that I went over my best friend's house to spend a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200985749231606402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SC2c-6DRmoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RJNk6HJ9IK0/s320/Jenhummelduh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY TWO, PROM DAY&lt;/strong&gt;: In the morning, getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at seven, talked for a while...&lt;br /&gt;then went to Mcdonalds to eat our brekkist. Went back to her house, ate, and watched tom and jerry :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200986848743234194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SC2d-6DRmpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QEnlf6q-yX4/s320/tomandjerry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took our showers...blahblahblah, then did our nails. Previously, the night before, I bought fake nails for 3.45 USD because I haven't done my nails really well in a long time, and I needed to feel purty XD&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200987870945450658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SC2e6aDRmqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cphd28Kc_pk/s400/nails.JPG" border="0" /&gt; pink, and pretty...who wouldn't feel pretty with nice nails? :) It took some time to get used to though, since I normally have short clipped nails. I don't like the feeling of long nails...it's harder to do everything, I can't type properly, and I can't open soda cans! But they sure are preeetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v426/littlecloudnote/nails2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;seeee!!?? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's peach pink with black tips and little pink glittery hearts &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My co-worker came over that afternoon to do our hair ^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's for the next post. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-3003779590788245325?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3003779590788245325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=3003779590788245325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3003779590788245325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3003779590788245325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/happyness-meter-high.html' title='Happ(y)ness meter: HIGH'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdyeVZJgies/SCrPYrvNVRI/AAAAAAAAASg/isEpU3FIYuE/s72-c/dancingstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-358236677110984441</id><published>2008-05-14T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T04:17:47.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>video games...FTW! HOORAY!</title><content type='html'>Today is the day before prom, I'm somewhat excited, but not as excited as I am to play GTAIV!&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to experiment, as some of you might know, Grand theft auto IV isn't exactly the "best" game a "kid" could/should play...&lt;br /&gt;laadeedaadeedaa, you can have sex in the game and it boosts your health up, (so I have heared), and they don't really leave any scope for imagination seeing as you can zoom in and move the cameras around, and you can also choose how you "want" to do "it".&lt;br /&gt;0.o and this game was rated a 10.10 and a masterpiece...quite honestly, what is this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, before I go off on a rant about it being just another mindless gangstah game, I should play it? shouldn't I? :) So, I'm going over to my prom dates house tonight, then over my friends to spend a night, THEN TO PROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I still haven't told you my experiment....&lt;br /&gt;(I hope this doesn't offend anybody by the way, I'm only doing it because the stupid game allows it and I am extremely curious because nobody can tell me the answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma see how many times I can have sex before I get aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chyeaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a rumor going on that you could get aids from having too much sex in the video game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-358236677110984441?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/358236677110984441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=358236677110984441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/358236677110984441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/358236677110984441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/video-gamesftw-hooray.html' title='video games...FTW! HOORAY!'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-6426948708888497664</id><published>2008-05-13T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:44:50.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle 4 Google.</title><content type='html'>Just &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; reason to visit google :)&lt;br /&gt;16,000 children in the united states drew for google and we can vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winning drawing will be featured on google ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I voted for this &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/doodle4google/vote.html#"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.google.com/doodle4google/images/regional_doodles/FL-33486-6a963207-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wisdom At Your Fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if... What if wisdom and power were at your fingertips. You just might have the answer for everything - Google &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name: Whitley Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;School: Boca Raton Community High School&lt;br /&gt;State: Florida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that picture to be inspiring, creative, original, and truthful. I &lt;3 google because of all the help it has been to me, it helped me hang on to my curiosity and willingness to learn.&lt;br /&gt;And geez! isn't it a good one? I could never draw hands THAT good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*envy envy envy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-6426948708888497664?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6426948708888497664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=6426948708888497664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6426948708888497664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6426948708888497664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/doodle-4-google.html' title='Doodle 4 Google.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5955248101186320187</id><published>2008-05-13T04:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:30:11.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the thought that counts...</title><content type='html'>my fourteen year old brother attempted to be nice to me and made me "salad" for breakfast, I walked over to the bowl of greens and giggled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, Hey?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"that was very nice of you to make me breakfast..."&lt;br /&gt;"I know."&lt;br /&gt;"But you see, uh, thats cabbage...not lettuce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's okay, it's nice to know he thought of me...puberty made him mean, so the random acts of kindness are comforting...and VERY amusing. XD &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbanext.uiuc.edu/veggies/images/cabbage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above: tis cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://whatscookingamerica.net/Sandwich/Lettuce2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above: tis lettuce.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-5955248101186320187?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5955248101186320187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5955248101186320187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5955248101186320187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5955248101186320187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-thought-that-counts.html' title='it&apos;s the thought that counts...'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-7017219703373575629</id><published>2008-05-12T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:12.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A forceful nature.</title><content type='html'>It's absolutely beautiful outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it's not sunny, instead it's almost like somebody turned on a gigantic fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How powerful and beautiful nature is, the wind is so strong today that I can see the wind rippling through the grass, unfortunately it also blew down one of the trees on our front yard /cry. Q_Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I gawk outside through my little window, I'll give you guys something to look at on my blog through your window. Here are some pitiful drawings of mine, in color:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199507872459889202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SChc3KDRmjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/izFjUhhqcwg/s400/motherandchild.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mother and child, inspired by the movie Bella and the song "In my arms" by Plumb. 60% done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colored by prismacolor pencils. Thanks to my co-worker :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199508155927730754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SChdHqDRmkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/32XS2mDliMk/s400/robot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;/cry. my first ever try at prismacolor pencils....it's pretty bad -.- &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199508886072171106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SChdyKDRmmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8zp_YvDWGxw/s400/lightinthedistance.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a light" water color and ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-7017219703373575629?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7017219703373575629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=7017219703373575629&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7017219703373575629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7017219703373575629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/forceful-nature.html' title='A forceful nature.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SChc3KDRmjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/izFjUhhqcwg/s72-c/motherandchild.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-8822087498272534158</id><published>2008-05-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:13.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the things we have to HAVE.</title><content type='html'>One day, as I was strolling through the mall, my eyes suddenling become snared in gawking at a pair of awesome black heels. So, for months now I've been telling everybody how much I wanted those heels...bugging and bugging...even though I knew I wouldn't get it because....I'm not made out of money T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*melancholy sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want those shoes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why don't you go get them?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because I don't have money."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You just got your paycheck!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have to save up my money."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No you don't..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're right! I don't....but...I have to."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But you want those shoes really bad!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But I want to save up money REALLY BAD too!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That was the above struggle going on in my head...matter of fact...that is STILL the same argument going on in my head whenever I want something!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my prom date got tired of me saying that over and over and over again on the phone that he went to the mall...and got me shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198468604817939666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCSrp0YxnNI/AAAAAAAAANc/IjFKs9Komvk/s400/shoes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, the pair in the picture wasn't the pair I wanted, but still, they're very cute and comfy, and they kind of remind me of a kids or doll pair of Mary Jane's. Kudo's for my Prom date, he found a pair of HEELS that I actually LIKE, they're uber comfortable, and on the plus side....it was only 7USD. BAM! SCOOORE!&lt;br /&gt;A guy...going bargain shopping, and for meee too! ^.^ *applauds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but now, there are MORE things that I want.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like whenever I scratch something out from my "want" list, five more things I want sprout out from nowhere to replace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SHOES&lt;/s&gt;. scratch that! but add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twinarmada.com/shop/images/products/D290186_x12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Glasses, like the above that I found on &lt;a href="http://www.twinarmada.com/"&gt;Twin Armada&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://www.twinarmada.com/shop/product_info.php/products_id/281"&gt;Aidma Modern Identity Glasses&lt;/a&gt;.) The good thing is that I went to the eye doctor yesterday, and they said if I wanted glasses I could wear them....even though my eyesight isn't THAT bad. SCORE NUMBAH TWOOH! Insurance shall pay for it all!!! MWAHAHAHA. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I also &lt;s&gt;need&lt;/s&gt; want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/Content/Product/139p_0c_0m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jinx.com/women/bottoms/geek/follow_the_rabbit_hot_short_panties.html?catid=8"&gt;Follow the white rabbit short panties&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.jinx.com/"&gt;Jinx&lt;/a&gt;. *drools* look how sexy they look. But hell, I ain't paying no 14.95 USD for just ONE undie! NO SIR! I'mma go get myself some 5 for 25 at Victoria's Secret. Damnit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I admit to being a shop aholic (&lt;em&gt;I think it runs in the family. aka: mum&lt;/em&gt;.) but when I buy stuff, I try to get them at HALF or less than the item's normal price. Instead of buying one expensive item of clothing, I buy half a dozen items of clothing to add up to the one expensive item of clothing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still...it isn't a good habit for me to throw away my money so carelessly...seeing that I still need ten thousand dollars by the end of this year :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I leave you all with a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://m.gunky.us/lolcano.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-8822087498272534158?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8822087498272534158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=8822087498272534158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/8822087498272534158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/8822087498272534158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-things-we-have-to-have.html' title='all the things we have to HAVE.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCSrp0YxnNI/AAAAAAAAANc/IjFKs9Komvk/s72-c/shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-1692154610086906757</id><published>2008-05-07T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:14.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of pictures.</title><content type='html'>So I found the digital camera! YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just so happens that my father had it the entire time. I don't know why I didn't start of by just asking one of my family members where the digicam went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of my drawings that I promised a while back. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656156523656322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCHIvGo29II/AAAAAAAAAMA/lxd3lzSYbOQ/s400/drawing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm planning to put her in color soon, either in color pencils, or water color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656160818623634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCHIvWo29JI/AAAAAAAAAMI/F9u1zNN7ye0/s400/drawing2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A study on different swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656946797638866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCHJdGo29NI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oofpgLaitP8/s400/drawing3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;A drawing of my boyfriend's mom's favorite stuffed animal...floppy, I believe his name was.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657651172275426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCHKGGo29OI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UjjGRhgXIIo/s400/drawing4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657651172275442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCHKGGo29PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wvGBpgwgrt4/s400/drawing5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;A water color and ink drawing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197658321187173634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCHKtGo29QI/AAAAAAAAANA/n_9tcTUwKWI/s400/anotherdrawing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;As you can tell, I prefer, and feel most comfortable drawing with a pencil :) &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bah, I swear I'll get better, none of these drawings are really good...but one day I vow to be as good as &lt;a href="http://paopi.tumblr.com/"&gt;Pao!!&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-1692154610086906757?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1692154610086906757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=1692154610086906757&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1692154610086906757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1692154610086906757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-of-pictures.html' title='Pictures of pictures.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCHIvGo29II/AAAAAAAAAMA/lxd3lzSYbOQ/s72-c/drawing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-97269143208162585</id><published>2008-05-06T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:23:29.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dull dull dull.</title><content type='html'>I hate this template, so blah, so simple, too simple...but it'll have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;People like leaving comments, :P&lt;br /&gt;and my old template just wouldn't allow it...bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a new one that I like, I am way too &lt;s&gt;busy&lt;/s&gt; lazy to make my own, anybody have any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-97269143208162585?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/97269143208162585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=97269143208162585&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/97269143208162585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/97269143208162585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/dull-dull-dull.html' title='dull dull dull.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-3203353630927848437</id><published>2008-05-06T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:14.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing maniac.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCDKS5KEIpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lwN_HLxlrUk/s1600-h/pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197376395915043474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCDKS5KEIpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lwN_HLxlrUk/s320/pose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My face is exploding. I wish I could have clear skin like I did in that picture to the left :/ I hope, and wish, and pray, but with every hope, wish and prayer, ten zits emerge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goddess help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, good artists are made or born?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it's not the latter, because if it is, I give up on living...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I threw a temper tantrum yesterday and wrecked my room and cried out all the liquid in my body just because my pictures didn't turn out the way I wanted them too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt uninspired, stupid, and that I just sucked at everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, well, my drawings still didn't turn out the way I wanted them too...I feel mediocre, but I still drew all day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm slightly proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I vow to exceed, excel, and improve damnit! SO THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, I need as much help I can get...so here I come GOOGLE AND DRAWING TUTORIALS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-3203353630927848437?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3203353630927848437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=3203353630927848437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3203353630927848437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3203353630927848437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/ohblahgrawrg.html' title='Drawing maniac.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SCDKS5KEIpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lwN_HLxlrUk/s72-c/pose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2492676809722122084</id><published>2008-05-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:16:22.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makeup and art.</title><content type='html'>Still haven't found my beloved digicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the BRIGHT side!!! My awesome co-worker lent me his Prismacolor color pencils!! WOOT WOOT! I was so excited, he gave me good paper too ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly made out of money, and neither are my parents...so I have always drawn with number two pencils, hand-me-down water colors and brushes that my father used when he drew long long long LOOONG ago, and acrylics that I bought a while back. :)&lt;br /&gt;And a few months ago my wonderful and thoughtful boyfriend bought me a watercolor set which I use quite often.&lt;br /&gt;But this is the first time I have EVER used pro-color pencils...&lt;br /&gt;so my drawings aren't all that great, but ah well, I'm a noob and using pro-pencils :D&lt;br /&gt;It'll get better, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;So far I have only drawn two pictures...&lt;br /&gt;I'll post them once I find the thinggummy digicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a different note, I bought a new mascara with my last paycheck, I believe it was 6USD.&lt;br /&gt;My friend claimed it was awesome, never clumped up on them (&lt;em&gt;the mascara was used on a high school musical cast&lt;/em&gt;), and to top that off it was funky and cool looking :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blog.makeupmoxie.com/images/7183p7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covergirl, lash&lt;strong&gt;blast&lt;/strong&gt; mascara...I must admit, it is pretty cool looking, but unlike my friend claimed, it DOES clump up quite often :/&lt;br /&gt;But thats the only con, other than that it's a pretty awesome mascara, it makes my lashes stronger and darker, and although they're already long, it makes it even looonger :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for today folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the search for the DIGICAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;*strikes a heroic pose*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2492676809722122084?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2492676809722122084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2492676809722122084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2492676809722122084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2492676809722122084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/makeup-and-art.html' title='makeup and art.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-3446269627526701154</id><published>2008-05-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:06:07.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Promises.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I know I promised pictures of my drawings...&lt;br /&gt;but my digital camera is incognito, he just went *poof!* and hid himself away from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course it made me sad, because I can't take picktchas...of myself. WHAT?!? how DARE YOU ACCUSE me of being VAIN! how obsurd, ridiculous I tell you! Whatever put that thought in your head? hmph...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*grumble grumble*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a selfless, humble, gentle, loving, caring, happy, intelligent, gorgeous, fascinating, and awesome person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...duh. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, since I cant show you my drawings right now, I'll give you a little information of me to chew on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of yesterday, May the First, I have become a vegetarian.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.salagram.net/MadCow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason #1: Health issues, I believe it to be more healthy-ER to eat just veggies considering what people do to cows/chicken and pigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.authenticmedia.co.uk/PUBLIC/PICTURES/artist_pics/Bob%20and%20Larry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason #2: I think it's cruel what they do to the poor animals just so we can have a fat juicy steak dinner. And personally, I think it's disgusting when I cook chicken and see WAY TOO MUCH fat on the chicken :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geez. I don't want to eat a chicken on steroids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...when I think of my drumstick being injected with performance inhancing chemicals I imagine a bench pressing Hen sneaking in a couple of steroid pills in her beak 0.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask me how she's bench pressing and swallowing a couple of pills at the same time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW WOULD I KNOW?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00475/SNN2525GX1_475740a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason #3: My father just recently became a vegetarian as well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm a daddy's girl. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, until the next post, I'll talk to ya'll latah. bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://kraiyos.patrawart.googlepages.com/funny-cow-pic.jpg/funny-cow-pic-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-3446269627526701154?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3446269627526701154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=3446269627526701154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3446269627526701154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3446269627526701154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/05/rawwr.html' title='Broken Promises.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-962404367315967464</id><published>2008-04-30T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:09:57.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggggged</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.cherry-tea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cherise!&lt;/a&gt; whew it's long!&lt;br /&gt;*cracks knuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lets get started shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions on her&lt;br /&gt;♥ Fun friend.&lt;br /&gt;♥ really artistic&lt;br /&gt;♥ a cool e-pal who I have had for...a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Loves pink...chyeaah ^.^&lt;br /&gt;♥ I always look forward to her blog updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable things he/she has give/done to you :&lt;br /&gt;♥ Advice, and emails ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is because :&lt;br /&gt;♥ ...uh...I dunno...I started to despise the color pink? lawlz. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my bag :&lt;br /&gt;♥ trash.&lt;br /&gt;♥ candy.&lt;br /&gt;♥ random pieces of paper.&lt;br /&gt;♥ my uber cool sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;♥ and my uber cool pen. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my wallet :&lt;br /&gt;♥ those green paper thingyz with numbers and faces on them.&lt;br /&gt;♥ those round silver, and copper thingyz with faces and pictures on them.&lt;br /&gt;♥ library card.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;♥ house keys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite things in my room :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ My window. why? don't ask *sly smile*&lt;br /&gt;♥ My Cloths.&lt;br /&gt;♥ My Radio.&lt;br /&gt;♥ My Bed.&lt;br /&gt;♥ and ALL MAI STUFF ANIMALS. BWAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I always wanted to do :&lt;br /&gt;♥ I agree with Cherise, I would like to shop without having to bother to look at the&lt;br /&gt;price tags :/&lt;br /&gt;♥ To draw an amazing picture that even &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; am satisfied with.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Sleep under the stars with the one I love :)&lt;br /&gt;♥ sshhh...*whispers* go skinny dipping with my best friend at the beach XD&lt;br /&gt;♥ Dance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I am currently into :&lt;br /&gt;♥ Drawing.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Work.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Reading.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Blog reading.&lt;br /&gt;♥ photography...of maiself XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out the top 5 you would wish for :&lt;br /&gt;♥ wish I could have more cash to do what I want...&lt;br /&gt;♥ wish I could be in the philippines.&lt;br /&gt;♥ wish I can have a child. (what can I say, I love children ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;♥ wish I can draw good.&lt;br /&gt;♥ "To be more diligent and motivated in whatever I do." I agree whole heartedly with Cherise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You]&lt;br /&gt;First Name – Nichi&lt;br /&gt;Nickname – zsa-zsa, little-asia-girl, Niqi, dirty-asian...blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Name you wish you had – Hm, I'm content with my 'real' name.&lt;br /&gt;What do people normally mistake your name as – people say my last name wrong. Oh, and say "Nehchi" instead of "knee+CHI"&lt;br /&gt;Birthday – September 11, 1990..meh. I know.&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace – ARIZONA, USA&lt;br /&gt;Time of Birth – I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken – my heart and soul has been taken. &lt;3 &lt;a href="http://www.kittyhell.com/"&gt;Hello KITTY HELL!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location – anywhere I'm loved.&lt;br /&gt;Animal – kitties, and horses.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over someone – yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself – most everything :/&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're attractive – Nope.&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose - uh..hm..I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports – Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://paopi.tumblr.com/"&gt;Pao.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.pikachuhater.blogspot.com/"&gt;pikachuhater.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Post: Art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='Taggggged'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-1167148023987168619</id><published>2008-04-29T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:07:30.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh neon green jealousy!</title><content type='html'>So, personally I have this thing where I hate and like Ayumi Hamasaki... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mog.com/pictures/artists/0000/0004/0133/pictures/61569.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00004R7IE.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;she's so pretty, so talented, so pretty, so famous, so pretty, has big eyes, so pretty, is rich, so pretty, has connections, so pretty, so perfect, so pretty, so flawless, so pretty...and did I mention she's freaking gorgeous? oh..and so very pretty?&lt;/em&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, I've fallen in love with her new song Mirrorcle World, even more reason for me to like her...and even MORE reason for me to hate her.&lt;br /&gt;blah. doesn't make any sense...I know.&lt;br /&gt;but without further ado, I've posted her new song on my page, and here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ima no konna mirai o boku wa souzou shite ta darou ka&lt;br /&gt;Ima no konna mirai o kimi wa souzou shite ta darou ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima no konna mirai o boku wa nozonde ita no darou ka&lt;br /&gt;Ima no konna mirai o kimi wa nozonde ita no darou ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajimari na no ka tte Shuuen na no ka tte&lt;br /&gt;Akirameta no ka tte Funbatte n no ka tte&lt;br /&gt;Hirakinaotta ka tte Zetsubou shita ka tte&lt;br /&gt;Tada mae ni susume to Anata wa iu ja nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima no konna jidai o boku wa uketomerareru darou ka&lt;br /&gt;Ima no konna jidai o kimi wa uketomerareru darou ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi wo makasen no katte Fuinsaretai no katte&lt;br /&gt;Mitemimefuri katte Mitemonai no katte&lt;br /&gt;Tatakau teru no katte Shirohata na no katte&lt;br /&gt;Giseisha tsurashitte Nigeteru baai janai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee bokura ga kono sekai wa gensoku suru youso no naku&lt;br /&gt;Kono mama ga suku no dake ga machitsuzuketara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;Wow wow wow wow&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;Wow Wow Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajimari na no ka tte Shuuen na no ka tte&lt;br /&gt;Akirameta no ka tte Funbatte n no ka tte&lt;br /&gt;Hirakinaotta ka tte Zetsubou shita ka tte&lt;br /&gt;Tada mae ni susume to Anata wa iu ja nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakanai de irareru no wa&lt;br /&gt;Tsuyoku natta kara&lt;br /&gt;Soretomo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric added by: lovellayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;現在のこんな未来を僕は想像してただろうか&lt;br /&gt;現在のこんな未来を君は想像してただろうか&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;現在のこんな未来を僕は望んでいたのだろうか&lt;br /&gt;現在のこんな未来を君は望んでいたのだろうか&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;始まりなのかって　終焉なのかって&lt;br /&gt;諦めたのかって　踏ん張ってんのかって&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;開き直ったかって　絶望したかって&lt;br /&gt;ただ前に進めと　あなたが言うんじゃない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;現在のこんな時代を僕は受け止められるだろうか&lt;br /&gt;現在のこんな時代を君は受け止められるだろうか&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身を任せんのかって　不意に止めたいのかって&lt;br /&gt;見ているフリかって　見てもいないのかって&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;戦ってんのかって　白旗なのかって&lt;br /&gt;犠牲者面して　逃げてる場合じゃない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ねえ　僕らのこの世界は減速する予想もなく&lt;br /&gt;このまま加速度だけが増し続けたら&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;始まりなのかって　終焉なのかって&lt;br /&gt;諦めたのかって　踏ん張ってんのかって&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;開き直ったかって　絶望したかって&lt;br /&gt;ただ前に進めと　あなたが言うんじゃない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泣かないでいられるのは&lt;br /&gt;強くなったから&lt;br /&gt;それとも・・・&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric added by: lovellayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I imagine this kind of future?&lt;br /&gt;Did you imagine this kind of future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I wish for this kind of future?&lt;br /&gt;Did you wish for this kind of future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ask me "The beginning or the end?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you give up Or are you holding on?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you shrugging off Or in despair?"&lt;br /&gt;You tell me Just to go forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I able to handle this kind of era?&lt;br /&gt;Are you able to handle this kind of era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I leave my body, or remain trapped inside it?&lt;br /&gt;Should I pretend I can see it, or is it just not there anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Should I fight, or raise the white flag?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to run away like a victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, we have to slow down because we don't know everything&lt;br /&gt;That way, we can continue down a cleared path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ask me "The beginning or the end?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you give up Or are you holding on?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you shrugging off Or in despair?"&lt;br /&gt;You tell me Just to go forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I've become strong&lt;br /&gt;That I can be without tears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-1167148023987168619?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1167148023987168619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=1167148023987168619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1167148023987168619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1167148023987168619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/ayumi.html' title='Oh neon green jealousy!'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-4080209637296536896</id><published>2008-04-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:14.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently drawing, don't bother me please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBdDi5KEIoI/AAAAAAAAALw/9oRVxfRDkmI/s1600-h/apple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194694961932804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBdDi5KEIoI/AAAAAAAAALw/9oRVxfRDkmI/s400/apple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...I'm drawing. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered with blogging for the moment. so bite me :D&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/5643969006607242239-4080209637296536896?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4080209637296536896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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party games, (&lt;em&gt;I personally will never get tired of pin the tail on the donkey. classic&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys will be boys I thought, so I didn't really need to plan much, they're a primitive race and can amuse themselves. But just to be safe I bought 400 water balloons that they could launch at each other outdoors.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194412670912307794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBZCzZKEIlI/AAAAAAAAALY/6UumjzG45dw/s400/andrewsbday2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Meh, and THAT was a disaster, during the process more balloons were popped than made, and the balloons that my boyfriend and my youngest brother finally painstakingly made were gone in less than two minutes. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194412889955639906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBZDAJKEImI/AAAAAAAAALg/qgYlmBVwOvI/s400/andrewsbday3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the balloons they amused themselves with my moms bug eyed sunglasses and my blonde wig. Like I said, Primitive race.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194410596443103810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBZA6pKEIkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1gkEsXs1v_w/s400/andrewsbday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's Me, stabbing marinated bbq pork with a vengeance, Saturday morning (&lt;em&gt;sorry to all those vegetarians out there :/ but my brother is a carnivore and I had to fulfill his needs&lt;/em&gt;.) And the guy with the box around his head is my prom date. I just realized that all the pictures I have of him is of his back...mwahaha! you shall never see his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194413315157402226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBZDY5KEInI/AAAAAAAAALo/d6hz0YEDRRU/s400/andrewsbday5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and yes, I got my fourteen year old brother a thong from victorias secret. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2842351741834150938?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2842351741834150938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2842351741834150938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2842351741834150938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2842351741834150938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/brothers-birthday-party.html' title='brothers birthday party.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBZCzZKEIlI/AAAAAAAAALY/6UumjzG45dw/s72-c/andrewsbday2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-4979031177785580284</id><published>2008-04-27T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:10:22.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible sadness.</title><content type='html'>so, I haven't been online lately because of work, and my brothers birthday party which I will blog about later.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I know all of you know about the horrors of animal abuse, and the terrible stories of the fur trade, but do we REALLY REALLY know the horrors of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like all of you to take the time and actually read about it.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp"&gt;:(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-4979031177785580284?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4979031177785580284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=4979031177785580284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4979031177785580284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4979031177785580284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/wmeal.html' title='Terrible sadness.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-3290633633163594008</id><published>2008-04-24T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:16.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photoshop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've found something new to play around with, Adobe Photoshop CS!&lt;br /&gt;taadaa!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;sparkles and confetti fall from the sky*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;as if I already don't spend enough time on the computer.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;It's like a shiny new toy with hundreds and hundreds of buttons!&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly going, "ooh! what does this button doo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took a few of my pictures and screwed around with them...&lt;br /&gt;"DUDE! I can totally put makeup on my face WITHOUT ACTUALLY PUTTING MAKEUP ON MY FACE!!! fancy that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you can tell I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;I've heared about all the interesting things people can accomplish with photoshop, but I didn't really have the chance to figure it out for myself until now ^.^ &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192856711635149282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBC7qpKEIeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BDH5fYW6J5o/s400/photoshoppower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;First, I experimented with the brush tool, a little blush, and a little eyeliner...hey look Ma!&lt;br /&gt;It only looks like I'm wearing makeup! but I'm not! it's fake! mwahaha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192857458959458802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBC8WJKEIfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-EdpU6wSOcE/s400/makeover.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But then, I accidentally discovered the blur and smudge tool, and THAT is where the fun began. I discovered the many things I could do with with the smudge tool by my side. I messed with the color levels and contrast first, then I evened out my skin tone with the brush tool, added makeup with the fancy brush tool, and then decided to give myself a nose job with the smudge and blur tools. Ahah. I look so different! It's kind of scary to know that I can look like a completely different person just by messing with my pictures on my computer...&lt;br /&gt;...doesn't it make you think twice about the models on the magazines? It makes me wonder if that's what they really look like in real life. Heh, I'm not good at photoshop, but I've discovered how to make myself look good XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I wont start photoshopping my pictures. I'd prefer it if you guys knew what I really looked like, so I can complain about myself to you ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like that? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192859705227354626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBC-Y5KEIgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RCEsGm68wFY/s400/makeover2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how I can give myself a quick and painless nosejob. haha. Bleh, I hate my big fat nose.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I played with photoshop from 8 pm last night till midnight...and I developed a nice pounding headache.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860542745977362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBC_JpKEIhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3N5hZPwOpx0/s400/headache.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860912113164834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBC_fJKEIiI/AAAAAAAAALA/hQiT77Aa0lg/s400/headache2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Clutching my head in agony...okay, so it wasn't THAT bad, but I'mma dramaqueen. :D But I do want you to know, despite all the "lovely" pictures of me that you have seen, that really isn't me, and I DO NOT look THAT GOOD in real life, I'm just a normal girl, with terrible features, that wishes she was pretty...and below is what I really look like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192861354494796338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBC_45KEIjI/AAAAAAAAALI/tN6qvYb6KGI/s400/headache3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORC!!! GRWARRRRRRWARWARWARWARAWA!!!!! MWAAHAHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-3290633633163594008?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3290633633163594008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=3290633633163594008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3290633633163594008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3290633633163594008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/photoshop.html' title='photoshop.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SBC7qpKEIeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BDH5fYW6J5o/s72-c/photoshoppower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-955965274117503048</id><published>2008-04-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:36:21.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skin care.</title><content type='html'>Skin care.&lt;br /&gt;I've joined the rage...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a little too obsessed, I use spf lotions...and I still try not to get exposed to a lot of sunlight, I wear longsleeves and jeans when I go outside, and I try to tend our "garden" in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.teenstylelounge.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/3001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oil-Free Acne Stress Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;And for once, a scrub that actually works. HOORAY!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/163583/200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLAY age defying anti-wrinkle daily spf 15 lotion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;It's never too early to start prevention&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Afternoon&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Going out&lt;/i&gt;): &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.es.maybelline.com/images/products/thumbNails/110FRU_xl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYBELLINE Instant age rewind cream foundation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;which I have fallen in love with, just so you know ^.^&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cartnkiosk.com/images/foundation.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MicaBELLA cosmetics mineral foundation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2006/products/April/BBB/031406_bbbb_loreal02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOREAL PARIS true match concealer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adiscountbeauty.com/media/JAPANESEPOWERGRIP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyelash curler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/6/_5238226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLINIQUE high definition lashes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Evening&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.ebayimg.com/03/i/07/b2/26/30_1_b.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eskinol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;i&gt;to wipe off all the dirt that settled in my pores during the day.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.teenstylelounge.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/3001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oil-Free Acne Stress Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my skin will hate me in the future :)&lt;br /&gt;seeing as I'm trying to take great care of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goooood nichi!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;pats herself on her head&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-955965274117503048?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/955965274117503048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=955965274117503048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/955965274117503048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/955965274117503048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/skin-care.html' title='skin care.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5108462572381000978</id><published>2008-04-22T21:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:11:31.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;em&gt;le gasp&lt;/em&gt;!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;: SHORT RANT UP AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people talk leik diz st8 up yo u no it getz annoyin when yooh hav 2 reed stufff leik dis especially in d blawgz n foh sum rezon dey dunt leik 2 use puncuation marks either -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dey be smartz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to use proper grammar and spelling? I mean, I'm not perfect at either of them, but hey! At least I'm TRYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;grumbles&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-5108462572381000978?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5108462572381000978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5108462572381000978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5108462572381000978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5108462572381000978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmm.html' title='hmmm?'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-8751229584050019656</id><published>2008-04-21T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:19:43.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping.</title><content type='html'>...I want a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiajam.com/catalog/images/products/12150-m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiajam.com/catalog/images/products/10789-m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiajam.com/catalog/images/products/10671-m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asiajam.com/catalog/images/products/10439-m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I found some at &lt;a href="http://www.asiajam.com/"&gt;AsiaJam&lt;/a&gt;, a new chic and sleek place for me to google and drool at. The cloths are reasonably priced and the styles are exactly something I would want to wear...yay for asia jam. I'm only allowed to take twenty dollars out of each paycheck, soo...maybe...just maybe I could get myself a dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I want a dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-8751229584050019656?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8751229584050019656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=8751229584050019656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/8751229584050019656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/8751229584050019656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/shopping.html' title='shopping.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-7745087386974516443</id><published>2008-04-20T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:17.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAtpzcUYzEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/r3DtGetkse4/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191359327970577474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAtpzcUYzEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/r3DtGetkse4/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't like having my pictures taken...&lt;br /&gt;By ANYBODY else BUT me. There should be a mutual trust between model and photographer, and unless the photographer is a professional, I don't trust them, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I don't think I look all that fantastic in person, but hey! look at my pictures, they look nice! It's because I'm such an awesome photographer :D (&lt;em&gt;conceited nah?&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure the model poses and "looks good", but the photographer is the one who's "painting" the picture, or telling the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good lighting, good angles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Model has a big nose? Either tilt the models head slightly to the side or take the picture from a three-quarter angle, obviously giving the impression of a smaller nose. (&lt;em&gt;I have a big nose...so I tend to tilt my camera a lot :/)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm writing about this because I get so many compliments on the pictures I post on the web, but I look COMPLETELY different in real life than I do in a photo, but I DO know the girl in the picture is me, but I don't LOOOOOOK that GOOOOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matter of fact, the girl I see when I look in the mirror, scares me! ...just a little ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191359826186783826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAtqQcUYzFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/f0a_El7JzQg/s400/S8.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAtq4MUYzGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aFra1MD9upI/s1600-h/S1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191360509086583906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAtq4MUYzGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aFra1MD9upI/s320/S1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;Yet another way to tell a story. That's why I love photography ^.^&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people I know are going into the photography business, going to college just to study the art...It's such an easy thing to do! Just POINT and CLICK and viola! tada! easy-peasy.&lt;br /&gt;But that is the bad thing about it, people think they can just snap and photo and viola! they have a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much more to a picture then point and shoot, same as an oil painting, there is much more then just a brush stroke on a canvas.&lt;br /&gt;It's the passion and dedication you put into it, and secondly, the technical stuff...like lighting and posing and blah blah blah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The model in those two pictures is my good friend Sarah T., she's a good sport and lets me use her as my lab testing pet with all my crazy ideas for makeup and photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-7745087386974516443?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7745087386974516443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=7745087386974516443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7745087386974516443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7745087386974516443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures.html' title='pictures.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAtpzcUYzEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/r3DtGetkse4/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5235727959541926391</id><published>2008-04-19T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:17.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great outdoors</title><content type='html'>It is way too beautiful to stay indoors and blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190988152601889842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAoYOMUYzDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JQotQJHtJb0/s400/outdoors.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you outside! ^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-5235727959541926391?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5235727959541926391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5235727959541926391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5235727959541926391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5235727959541926391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-outdoors.html' title='the great outdoors'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAoYOMUYzDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JQotQJHtJb0/s72-c/outdoors.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-7767292014781821058</id><published>2008-04-17T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:17.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jobs.</title><content type='html'>I love my job, but the theater in the mall called me in for an interview and I accepted...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, which is more important? The money? or enjoying your workplace? I'm not quiting my job, I love it too much to quit, the people are awesome, my boss is amazing, and I just got a freaking raise...&lt;br /&gt;But I might be soooo miserable if I had two jobs! (&lt;em&gt;Which I am considering&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two jobs = more money.&lt;br /&gt;Two jobs = more time spent working.&lt;br /&gt;Two jobs = less time for me and everybody I love.&lt;br /&gt;Two jobs = more stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the math.&lt;br /&gt;If I get the job, I'll be giving it a one month trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190353151934860706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAfWsSfoDaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KKDG_NJdt5A/s400/smile4you.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took that an hour ago. I have so much to be happy about...I don't want to lose that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;0.o I'm so emo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow....oooh temptatiooon. Sparkly stuff. Shiny stuff. Shoes. Dresses. Cloths. Fancy. Oooh. It's a good thing I didn't have my debit card when I went to the mall today with my best friend (the "white" one XD) I like how sparkly things catch my eye. But I guess thats what it's made for ^.^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn being female. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and DAMN my love for video games, I spent thirty minutes in the video game store with my co-worker just discussing games we like and games we have. I wish I had an xbox 360. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh. and Devil May Cry 4. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^.^ that would make my world. Oh, and if somebody bought me shoes, and a necklace for prom. Oh yes, I'm going to prom...but I don't go to school...I'm semi-offcially graduated...but a friend of mine invited me to go to prom with him. meh. this post sucks. my mind is fried. excuse me while I weep for me loss of intelligence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-7767292014781821058?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7767292014781821058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=7767292014781821058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7767292014781821058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7767292014781821058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/jobs.html' title='jobs.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAfWsSfoDaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KKDG_NJdt5A/s72-c/smile4you.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-111016968306451021</id><published>2008-04-16T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:17.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>makeup.</title><content type='html'>There are SOOO many "beauty" blogs out there! So many tips, how-to's, how-do's, reviews, etc.!&lt;br /&gt;Some are very helpful, and some are just plain TOO girly for me to read.&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, it's a guilty pleasure for me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear makeup, but I like reading about what these women and girls talk about, it's pretty interesting, after all, the face is just another canvas to paint on ^.^&lt;br /&gt;And I use to wear makeup and obsess about wearing it everyday, it's almost like trying to quit smoking...I felt so naked without my makeup for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;makeup makes me feel pretty...but then it's like I'm wearing a mask. *sigh* ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/RiceBunny"&gt;Michelle Phan's&lt;/a&gt; (ricebunny) blog. But she rarely updates it anymore so I have started to read &lt;a href="http://starlit2100.blogspot.com/"&gt;*starlit*&lt;/a&gt;, who I find really interesting and amusing...&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; like to read &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;XiaXue's&lt;/a&gt; blog, it's way to "girly" and though she may be funny, her page takes WAY TO LONG TO LOAD ON MY COMPUTER....I have dial-up and "TopSpeed" (&lt;em&gt;read: L-I-E-S&lt;/em&gt;) AOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I live in the dinosaur age, no need to rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;but above all blogs, I enjoy reading &lt;a href="http://www.karencheng.com.au/"&gt;Karen Cheng's&lt;/a&gt; blog the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah, anyhow, to tan or NOT to tan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really care until I turned thirteen and I went to the Philippines for the first time and my family oohhd and aahhd over my light skin, after that I became self-concious about my skin color. Which is &lt;em&gt;kind&lt;/em&gt; of a good thing, Because I avoided direct sunlight and or wore sunscreen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was only this year where I discovered too much sunlight is a bad thing, it prematurely ages your skin! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A scary thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've developed this mindset where I WANT "white" skin. Like the chinese or korean people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T.T But I'm hopelessly dark skinned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the bad thing...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be going to the beach a lot...BECAUSE I FREAKING LOVE THE BEACH OKAY?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I can't swim if I don't want to get darker...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I FREAKING LOVE TO SWIM!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAWEIRJAWIERJAIWEJRILAKLJWDAIQWAQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pant, pant*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how unfair! I guess I'll be hopelessly dark for the rest of my living days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I should go hermit zombie on everybody. Then I can be as white as a ghost! yey.&lt;br /&gt;hmph. Fine. I'll just go eat my mint chocolate ice cream and stew in my depression. weeping for my vanity. -.- /cry. /sob. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189863547137953154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAYZZifoDYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zivgaQWApak/s400/blahdsaf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only look white because the camera flash is kind to me, and likes to flatter me and tries and make me look pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-111016968306451021?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/111016968306451021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=111016968306451021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/111016968306451021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/111016968306451021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/makeup.html' title='makeup.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SAYZZifoDYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zivgaQWApak/s72-c/blahdsaf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-4466719113473141616</id><published>2008-04-15T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:42:57.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>muskkools.</title><content type='html'>I'm uber skinny. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;I have a fast metabolism, and I am just naturally skinny, and it's hard for me to gain weight...it's the asian gene :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*beams happily*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since I watched "Super-SIZE Me" and saw how easily it is to lose muscle and gain fat...I decided that even though I can eat EVERYTHING and ANYTHING, I should WATCH what I eat and EXCERSIZE. A healthy me makes a happy me, right? ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I don't want to become a DEFINED BUFF woman...now thats just scary, in my opinion women aren't supposed to look like that.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ftloveblog70.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/l_8dc9435bce8c75a0d501b7a06e8c1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(hell! That's scary! 0.0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like a little muscle for strength, but not enough to have an arm like hers. My excersize program is in the morning when I first wake up, and in the evening after I come home from work. Flexibility and endurance is what I am working on...oh and cardio! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fasteddie.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/jessica-alba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah, yeah, I know...it's Jessica Alba....and yeah, I know, she has the perfect body, and yeah...I also know she makes us all envious. ugh. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(NEXT POST: TO TAN! OR NOT TO TAN?!)&lt;/p&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/5643969006607242239-4466719113473141616?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4466719113473141616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=4466719113473141616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4466719113473141616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4466719113473141616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/muskkools.html' title='muskkools.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2859986764573104822</id><published>2008-04-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:10:23.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>gross.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my boyfriend bought me green tea in a bottle at a gas station store, I opened it, drank it...and made a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ew, this tastes weird!"&lt;br /&gt;"really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmhmm, or maybe it's just me."&lt;br /&gt;"did you shake it?"&lt;br /&gt;"nah. thats probably why it tates weird"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;shake&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottle now starts talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;FIZ&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nichi! Put that down. STOP. DON'T DRINK THAT!"&lt;br /&gt;"why?"&lt;br /&gt;"GREEN TEA IS &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; SUPPOSED TO FIZ LIKE THAT. Green tea doesn't FIZ AT ALL!"&lt;br /&gt;"No wonder it tasted funny"&lt;br /&gt;"Was it tampered with?"&lt;br /&gt;"um....now that I think of it, it didn't make that familiar POP sound when you open a bottle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I inspect the bottle&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yep. look...the bottle was opened before...it has dents on the cap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I inspect the bottom of the bottle and see white mushy looking mucus stuff swimming inside&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GROSS! THERE ARE WHITE DISGUSTING LOOKING STUFF IN THE BOTTOM!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hopefully it's something safe like urine and not cyanide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the evening I felt weird. And today I felt sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2859986764573104822?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2859986764573104822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2859986764573104822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2859986764573104822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2859986764573104822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-7967214447841968918</id><published>2008-04-12T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:18.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairdress time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a wash and brush hair type of gal, no gelling, no styling, nada.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even brush my hair before I go to bed, but er, I think I should, but I'm slightly lazy.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I needed a haircut, but I wanted something that would be easily styled, and is suited for my everyday life (&lt;em&gt;The one where I don't get out much&lt;/em&gt; -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an oval shaped face, so I had something going for me...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know if I could pull off the whole "bangs" thing, you know, the type of hairstyle &lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt; asian girls have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj288/starlit2100/15906_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like the one she has&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ALREADY look like a little girl, and bangs would give me this sort of inocent school girl look, which I do not want...plus...I wouldn't want my boyfriend to be seen as a pedophile ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BEFORE AND AFTER PICTURES!! Yay! everybody loves before and after pictures! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188370570597218962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SADLi3eJupI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DRFaeaGHTtM/s400/b4haircut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEFORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;/center&gt;take note on the slight waviness of my hair, the fringed tips, the way it lays around my face, and my HORRIBLE forehead. Look at it! it's just sticking OUT there! &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.... and now....!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188373628613933762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SADOU3eJusI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WwBPQT878MU/s400/haircut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AFTER - WITH BANGS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188374225614387922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SADO3neJutI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mzcbYtrjNBY/s400/haircut2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AFTER - With SIDE Bangs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;excuse the flatness, I took the pictures right after I got out of the shower&lt;/em&gt; ^.^)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my new hair cut. It lays beautifully on and around my head and face, the long layers cancel out the waviness, my frayed ends are cut but my length has been retained, and I have wonderful sidebangs that I can wear as bangs whenever I feel like I can pull off zee bangs look! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;exciting. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj288/starlit2100/22058_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to have my hair as long as hers. Oh, and I want my hair to be that "curly" for prom ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Hm, her hair color isn't that bad either, but I think I like having my hair a little more auburn. Meh, I just realized I posted a really girly blog. AH WELL! enjoy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-7967214447841968918?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7967214447841968918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=7967214447841968918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7967214447841968918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7967214447841968918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/hairdress-time.html' title='hairdress time.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SADLi3eJupI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DRFaeaGHTtM/s72-c/b4haircut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-424823125929424621</id><published>2008-04-10T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:18.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday partys</title><content type='html'>My younger brother is turning fourteen this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretty much woke up this morning, crawled out of bed, and decided to plan my brothers birthday party. I walked into the kitchen, looked at my family eating breakfast and, "Hey, when is the birthday party going to be?" :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a list of people he said he wanted to invite, and the food he wanted to eat. Originally he wanted to go and play lasertag, but with the gas prices and extra money for the party...we kind of...can't handle it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm cooking everything ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And making the cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited, although I have a feeling I'm going to become stressed the day before &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I volunteer for such things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187630487602575970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_4qcXeJumI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ox52XA5gGrk/s400/AC7.JPG" border="0" /&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/5643969006607242239-424823125929424621?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/424823125929424621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=424823125929424621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/424823125929424621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/424823125929424621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-partys.html' title='birthday partys'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_4qcXeJumI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ox52XA5gGrk/s72-c/AC7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-9014313109474341133</id><published>2008-04-09T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:20:58.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flawless perfection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intaglio-fine-art.com/images/trb160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.intaglio-fine-art.com/images/trb160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The heroine, flawless beauty, quick wit, intelligence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;an epitome of perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such is Rosamond from "&lt;em&gt;The Long Fatal Love Chase&lt;/em&gt;" by Louisa May Alcott. Beautiful, smart, charming, and cunning...she's above all women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I hate about most classical books...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heroines are much too perfect, and there isn't much reality in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psh. I like how the heroines give me a inferiority complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, the only inspirational character in a book for me, that can pass off as a "real" woman is Elizabeth Bennet from "&lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/10/20/2_Pride_051019100642358_wideweb__300x375,1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-9014313109474341133?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/9014313109474341133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=9014313109474341133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/9014313109474341133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/9014313109474341133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/flawless-perfection.html' title='flawless perfection.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5189134423110494870</id><published>2008-04-07T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:19.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends are always fun.</title><content type='html'>Weekends are yay.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went bowling with my wonderful boyfriend, and two of my friends... &lt;div&gt;We also played two games of lasertag! it's just too bad one game is 5USD for only 7 and a half minutes. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186543135805668034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_pNgKXv-sI/AAAAAAAAAII/7uqaxBS2Bt4/s400/bowling4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have something to ask, is it illegal to have good-looking bowling shoes? Is it the law to have weird funky looking bowling shoes with blinding bright colors? sheesh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186541984754432658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_pMdKXv-pI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4x_4_NkMks4/s320/bowling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIGHT BRIGHT ORANGE and BLINDING NEON YELLOW, what a wonderful combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186542603229723298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_pNBKXv-qI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pRk2pjDv6tg/s400/bowling2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;How does one get pro at bowling? I'd like to know...It'd be nice to reach one hundred for once XD I got the lowest score out of everybody, my guy friend beat me by one point (&lt;em&gt;77-78&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186542603229723314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_pNBKXv-rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vIfX8cJW9eY/s400/bowling3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;pro at air hockey.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186543140100635346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_pNgaXv-tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LFyNgHHfZYU/s400/bowling5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; That girl is pretty much awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-5189134423110494870?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5189134423110494870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5189134423110494870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5189134423110494870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5189134423110494870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekends-are-always-fun.html' title='weekends are always fun.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_pNgKXv-sI/AAAAAAAAAII/7uqaxBS2Bt4/s72-c/bowling4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-7765988160331465666</id><published>2008-04-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:19.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saved by the shoe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_jhTKXv-nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S1_H7MPIK2E/s1600-h/rawfulmao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186142690234858098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_jhTKXv-nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S1_H7MPIK2E/s200/rawfulmao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you recall my last post? The one about the shoes? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh. It so happens the night I come back home from work to show my mom the shoes I bought, I discover that I have purchased TWO &lt;strong&gt;left&lt;/strong&gt; shoes! It was tragic, I really wanted those shoes...but I just ended up returning them yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday afternoon, me and my boyfriend went to the local-yokel bazaar which is full of delicious foods, so many goodies, imitation purses, hair products, body products, jewelry, furniture...whatever you need you can get it at the bazaar ten times cheaper than if you went shopping at the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is eye dazzling and catching...and oh so deliciously cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish somebody could stuff one hundred dollars in my hands and let me loose in there, I'd have a feeding frenzy. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought two things yesterday, an awesome looking pocket knife for my brothers birthday, and a hello kitty necklace for a friend of mine. Pocket knife was 15USD, and the HK Necklace was 1USD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, if I buy something cheap...is that SAVING money? or SPENDING money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it depends on how you look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grawr. I'm spending money I should be saving -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I need a little more self-control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186142943637928578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_jhh6Xv-oI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_BnXngCml0s/s320/gangstasachi.JPG" border="0" /&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/5643969006607242239-7765988160331465666?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7765988160331465666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=7765988160331465666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7765988160331465666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7765988160331465666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/saved-by-shoe.html' title='saved by the shoe.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_jhTKXv-nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S1_H7MPIK2E/s72-c/rawfulmao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2026049272706946037</id><published>2008-04-04T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:19.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh temptation, temptation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_bifKXv-mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SKUv_rLQ8Fo/s1600-h/apple8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185581045951494754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_bifKXv-mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SKUv_rLQ8Fo/s200/apple8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Temptation: 1, Me: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh bother, I was supposed to save fifteen dollars for my brothers birthday gift. One word: FAILURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked into a store and LO and BEHOLD! there are 34$ shoes on sale for 6.99! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this one black pair, the LAST pair, in my size, it was so cute...and I SWEAR I could hear it calling my name. It was alone, all alone, a cute pair of shoes on sale surrounded by fifty other ugly on sale shoes, poor poor shoe... I had to save it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my other reason is that it'll look good with my prom dress :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, then I spent three dollars on a chicken sandwhich, because I was hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help it. I know I broke the rule of spending time at the mall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I lost self-control. (&lt;em&gt;Well, my self-control sucks as it is&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at the mall from 11:50 AM, and then I had work at 4:00, so I had to do SOMETHING for five hours...so I walked, back and forth, then forth and back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood in lines, talked to a cute little boy who told me his name and pointed to the woman next to him and told me, "THAT'S MOMMY, she's waiting in line, and she's TAKING FOREVER!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I bought something...then returned it. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally at 3:30, I walked into work, exausted from my day's adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and before I came into work I sat down for an hour and read a book I took along with me. (&lt;em&gt;I knew I was going to be there for a while&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A Long Fatal Love Chase" by Louisa May Alcott. So far so good. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temptation and self-control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a zit growing on my chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Double Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am deeply dissapointed in Burts Bees Peach and Apricot Deep pore Scub. Didn't help at all, no change for me in 3 months...I went back on the Olive Oil scrub...which works wonders for my acne pron skin. Grawr. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2026049272706946037?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2026049272706946037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2026049272706946037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2026049272706946037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2026049272706946037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-temptation-temptation.html' title='Oh temptation, temptation...'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_bifKXv-mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SKUv_rLQ8Fo/s72-c/apple8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2485168856394892914</id><published>2008-04-03T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:19.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things to do, so little time.</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy lately (&lt;em&gt;read: "really 'lazy' lately"&lt;/em&gt;) so I haven't been able to do a lot of things I used to be able to do on my spare time. Quite honestly I don't mind working, I enjoy my job, but I do think I should sit down and read a book, draw something, and chat with a few friends once in a while; I believe those things to be very healthy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But those are things I will do once I feel like it...I have a really spontaneous schedule, the only "set" times I have are for work, dates to hang out with friends, or weekends to spend time with my boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made a to-do list for this summer, which I would like to complete before that season ends, hopefully I can clear up some time so I can do those things :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;.) Take a nice long drive through a countryside. (&lt;em&gt;And try not to get lost&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Go to Kings Dominion. (&lt;em&gt;And try not to be a wimp on the roller coasters&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) Have a picnic under a tree. (&lt;em&gt;And try not to mind the ants&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Dance at a party with a couple of friends. (&lt;em&gt;And try not to look stupid&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Go skinny dipping with my best friend for the second time. (&lt;em&gt;And try not to get caught.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;.) Run across an open field. (&lt;em&gt;And try not to trip over myself like an idiot&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Have a bonfire. (&lt;em&gt;And eat some s'mores&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Ride a bike on a park trail. (&lt;em&gt;And take a few pictures&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) sleep under the stars. (&lt;em&gt;And try not to get eaten alive by 'skeeters&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.) Go to the beach with my mate as much as we can. (&lt;em&gt;And try not to get a tan&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer is going to be great. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185047709797579346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_T9a6Xv-lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TBFyrUdUTDU/s400/tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2485168856394892914?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2485168856394892914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2485168856394892914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2485168856394892914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2485168856394892914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-many-things-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='so many things to do, so little time.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_T9a6Xv-lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TBFyrUdUTDU/s72-c/tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-168347902380669682</id><published>2008-04-02T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:20.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary-ness.</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I had work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And instead of working in the back like I usually did, they put me out front to work on the cash register.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have this phobia of getting things wrong and having people get extremely mad at me, and working out front would give me the chance of experiencing those fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first day working in the front went "okay", I just wish I didn't make so many mistakes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Anyhow, I'd like all you people to know that it'd be nice if you didn't yell at the cashiers, usually it isn't their fault, and if it is, it's an honest mistake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been yelled at yet, but I'm sure when it happens, I'll cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wouldn't want to make ME cry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't yell at the poor cashier people.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184663168490666530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_OfrqXv-iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7VrEwnrzrs/s400/sdkf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-168347902380669682?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/168347902380669682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=168347902380669682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/168347902380669682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/168347902380669682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/04/scary-ness.html' title='scary-ness.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_OfrqXv-iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q7VrEwnrzrs/s72-c/sdkf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5187064557427167712</id><published>2008-03-31T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:20.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRO AT COOKING</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my younger brother had two of his friends over our house to spend the night, and one of his friends so happened to be leaning on our kitchen counter as I walked into the room and OH TO MY SURPRISE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS LIKE DAVE FROM &lt;a href="http://www.proatcooking.com/"&gt;Pro at cooking!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.proatcooking.com/images/show1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I insisted on taking his picture, but I couldn't find my camera so I used my phone instead. I totally would have smacked on a black apron on him and made him pose behind my kitchen counter, but he already thought it was weird enough that I wanted a picture of him and kept on squealing and pointing my finger at him and exclaiming how much he looked like Dave. XD &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183983382541892098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_E1a6Xv-gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FuklE9Ym_fw/s400/033008_14091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183984056851757586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_E2CKXv-hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vWPlLmoPAwA/s400/dave.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-5187064557427167712?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5187064557427167712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5187064557427167712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5187064557427167712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5187064557427167712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/pro-at-cooking.html' title='PRO AT COOKING'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R_E1a6Xv-gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FuklE9Ym_fw/s72-c/033008_14091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-6984797178552381287</id><published>2008-03-31T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:09:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TF2 loves. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;The second video isn't one for children. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLc3HBzfG2k&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1TVBwoRUi8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-6984797178552381287?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6984797178552381287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=6984797178552381287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6984797178552381287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/6984797178552381287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/tf2-loves-d.html' title='TF2 loves. :D'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-3763861086908114785</id><published>2008-03-29T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:21.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working hard.</title><content type='html'>I like having a bunch of things that I HAVE to do.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I enjoy being busy, which will explain the five or six days delay on my blogging! :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've been meaning to share pictures of the jewelry me and my friend are making. We have dubbed our jewelry business name: L.I.S.I. (&lt;em&gt;love is simply irresistible.&lt;/em&gt;..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully we'll be able to make a few sales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;We have two requests for custom made earings&lt;/em&gt; ^.^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd appreciate feedback on what you think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;send it all to &lt;a href="mailto:LeanasStory@aol.com"&gt;LeanasStory@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183180704693877138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-5bY6Xv-ZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/j3lnhiZKOOg/s400/LISI.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183181486377925042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-5cGaXv-bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fKpqtQ9DDu8/s400/LISI2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The uploading quality for blogger is pitiful. So excuse the blurry-NESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183181838565243330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-5ca6Xv-cI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JUHg4k1hIDI/s400/LISI3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183182903717132770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-5dY6Xv-eI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ptAQuG5OpTM/s400/LISI5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183182654609029586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-5dKaXv-dI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qwZO9CkbSwc/s400/LISI4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my favorite cellphone charm that we made.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo...I played lasertag a few days back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go and play again, it was utterly confusing...which equals so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only bummer is that it costs five dollars for seven minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Am. Not. Made. Out. Of. MONEY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I did get my paycheck yesterday :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's just say it's the biggest paycheck I have ever got, although to normal people its a meager amount of money, it's a wonderful feeling for me to be able to once again put money into my bank account :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183183225839679986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-5drqXv-fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pRDTCaWqAYs/s400/readinghada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-3763861086908114785?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3763861086908114785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=3763861086908114785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3763861086908114785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3763861086908114785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/working-hard.html' title='working hard.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-5bY6Xv-ZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/j3lnhiZKOOg/s72-c/LISI.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-7569323278477527376</id><published>2008-03-24T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:22.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair.</title><content type='html'>The last time I had my hair cut, the lady who was cutting my hair was surprised over how healthy my hair was, and wanted to know what I did. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181307459002693954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-ezrqXv-UI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FHOqi4Ab63Q/s320/mehbleh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have naturally straight hair, so I don't kill my hair by straightening it.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely ever dry my hair after I shower. (&lt;em&gt;Which is probably why my hair is really healthy&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181307948628965714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-e0IKXv-VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xihr9JFqqec/s320/hair.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I do what anybody should do...eat healthy, take my vitamins, and go yay! Honestly, I don't see what the big fuss is with hair...I don't pay attention to what I do to make my hair look good. I just wash it, brush it, then get going. :) I guess I'm lucky.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308257866611042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-e0aKXv-WI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fc0W19ZFXQw/s320/hair2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Except in the morning....I have bed hair. I took the above picture right after I woke up. Heh, ew huh? (&lt;em&gt;I still look kinda sleepy&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;p&gt;Anyhow, I had an awesome easter sunday, I hope you did. It was all thanks to this boy:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a574.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/121/l_e20f2cd2e266da923037e9534aa993c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we played video games, video games, and more video games. And on Thursday hopefully I can go play lasertag for the first time. Me, Him, and my best friend :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we'll all go pewpew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-7569323278477527376?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7569323278477527376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=7569323278477527376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7569323278477527376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7569323278477527376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/hair.html' title='hair.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-ezrqXv-UI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FHOqi4Ab63Q/s72-c/mehbleh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2447142732073332085</id><published>2008-03-23T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T07:07:39.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to draw, or not to draw?</title><content type='html'>I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;My father has a friend who wants me to draw for him, so he can publish it in the local newspapers. The only drawback is I've never drawn political cartoons for anybody...&lt;br /&gt;I've illustrated for childrens books, my own creations, and for people who just wanted a picture...but never political!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political cartoons are mostly harsh drawings with exaggerated lines and long and big noses for the politicians. My style is sort of a cutesy-cutesy innocent childish drawings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. we'll shall soon see the outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2447142732073332085?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2447142732073332085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2447142732073332085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2447142732073332085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2447142732073332085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-draw-or-not-to-draw.html' title='to draw, or not to draw?'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2973705345535424341</id><published>2008-03-22T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:22.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-W796Xv-RI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B43yfFNfdU8/s1600-h/ateh2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180753618674907410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-W796Xv-RI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B43yfFNfdU8/s400/ateh2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonderful boyfriends are the ones who get you awesome presents.&lt;br /&gt;Mines is a sweetie, he got me two fabulous shirts. Did yours get you any? :p &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180754000926996770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-W8UKXv-SI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sK4NPwQXN8c/s400/ateh3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180754559272745266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-W80qXv-TI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-HuU19oaR3g/s400/ateh4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was pretty excited when I got the new shirts...who wouldn't? I mean, come on! New cloths? New AWESOME cloths? It makes me all mushy and happy inside to know he thought of getting me stuff I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2973705345535424341?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2973705345535424341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=2973705345535424341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2973705345535424341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2973705345535424341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay_22.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-W796Xv-RI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B43yfFNfdU8/s72-c/ateh2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5426014387449327599</id><published>2008-03-21T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>springtime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-PRkqXv-NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AXt7lbUpNKo/s1600-h/spring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180214424185600210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-PRkqXv-NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AXt7lbUpNKo/s400/spring.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;It's officially spring time.&lt;br /&gt;I can also feel it in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180216245251733762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-PTOqXv-QI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zI9XkOE72Ds/s400/spring3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Be sure to soak in every beautiful moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every beautiful bud and flower...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180215433502914802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-PSfaXv-PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kf5wOJhI-lw/s400/spring2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Cheers to new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-5426014387449327599?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5426014387449327599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5426014387449327599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5426014387449327599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5426014387449327599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/springtime.html' title='springtime.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-PRkqXv-NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AXt7lbUpNKo/s72-c/spring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5569201167584392426</id><published>2008-03-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:23.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>money problems.</title><content type='html'>In starting our business, I spent $59.64 (&lt;em&gt;That was a HARD kick in the behind&lt;/em&gt;.) I've had to calculate how much we have to price our items so we make a profit instead of a terrible loss. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my little spending spree I somehow realized how difficult it is to come by money, and that what I was doing was painful (&lt;em&gt;spending hard earned money&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I developed a different mindset from the one I had a week ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! I AM NOW AN OFFCIAL CHEAPSKATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that if anybody stole my purse, it wouldn't really bother me (&lt;em&gt;besides my drivers licinse&lt;/em&gt;.) because I don't have money in it, I keep my cellphone in my pocket, and my wonderful boyfriend is yet again in possession of my debit card.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179840899469801618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-J92qXv-JI/AAAAAAAAADw/q49JhwKP5Jg/s400/purse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I see it differently!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I don't have money in it, I'll be losing money that I (&lt;em&gt;and others&lt;/em&gt;) PUT into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179841685448816802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-J-kaXv-KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IqOFWZSbDp0/s400/purse2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 1.) My Fossil Purse: $64.99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was attracted to this purse because it looked durable and it had a lot of pockets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt bought it for me as a graduation present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Receipts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) An assortment of cards. ex.:library cards, membership cards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Notebook. 50 pesos, so one dollar?? (&lt;em&gt;My cousin bought for me in the philippines.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Cellphone, Razr. (&lt;em&gt;The same phone almost EVERYBODY has&lt;/em&gt;. -.-) $50.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) My ball ball. I carry it around....BECAUSE  I CAN! OKAY?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) My lucky cat that one of my friends got me for Christmas, I don't think the words even mean lucky, I wouldn't know, I can't read Chinese. I bring it around everywhere though, and when I play DDR, she sits ontop of the screen. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) $1 and 10 cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) Visine eye drops and clinique moisturizing lotion. Those two added up would be around $10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) Keys :D (&lt;em&gt;My duck key is awesome&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.) Dramamine. (&lt;em&gt;I get car sick on long trips. Long trips meaning over five hours&lt;/em&gt;.) I have two, so around $10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.) 2 spf 20 softlips chapstick $3.50, and Burts Bees Raspberry lip gloss $4.50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.) 2 eyeliners: aura science $10.00, clinique *free. Clinique mascara *free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.) Clinique compact powder *free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.) concealer. $6.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.) meh. another concealer which I don't use but just sits around in my purse. $3.50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.) Neutrogena Rapid Clear $7.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.) eye lash thingy...I don't know what it's called -.- *free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.) comb and hair thingy. haha. $1.00 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(* &lt;em&gt;my mother got a deal which enabled her to get a ton of free stuff from Clinique if she bought a certain item, then she gave what she didn't want to me&lt;/em&gt; ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;* It'll make me feel bad if somebody stole my purse, not because it was mine (&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;), but because most of the stuff I got were from people who took their hard earned money and spent it on me. meh. I spend too much money on cosmetics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say you can tell a woman by the contents of her purse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does my purse say about me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. I read "vain" all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another effort to save money I'm planting a garden, and tonight me and my father are going to shop for seeds. Plus, it's an excuse for me to get my butt outside, since I'm such a greenhouse plant, and I spend my days inside instead of out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179842325398943922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-J_JqXv-LI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xh1xHgMXAKU/s400/purse3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-5569201167584392426?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5569201167584392426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5569201167584392426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5569201167584392426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5569201167584392426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/money-problems.html' title='money problems.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-J92qXv-JI/AAAAAAAAADw/q49JhwKP5Jg/s72-c/purse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-4623791705983702446</id><published>2008-03-19T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:25.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>Buisness + Fun = Last Night.&lt;br /&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;Me and my best friend are launching a small buisness, and last night was our "official" starting day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the car, drove to the nearest arts and craft store and bought an abundance of beads and trinkets to help us on our road to creating earings, necklaces, bracelets, cellphone charms, and the like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179441371068518706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-ESfDGAUTI/AAAAAAAAACw/WsX3SXyqy2Y/s400/beads2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, when you're with your best friend, you can't resist having a bit of fun while working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179440447650550034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-ERpTGAURI/AAAAAAAAACg/1z26UZ9q4Us/s320/beads.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179441869284725058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-ES8DGAUUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eUhrVN769xY/s320/geeksquad.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The problem is, I take fun to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a wig...a blonde wig at that. We all know it's hard for Asian women to pull off the blonde hair bombshell sort of thing XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We either look like *&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;*sluts*&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;*, trailer trash red-necks, and or pretty much stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wanted to try it out :) heh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179442504939884882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-EThDGAUVI/AAAAAAAAADA/mQ5eF9oRKbw/s320/blonde.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179442848537268578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-ET1DGAUWI/AAAAAAAAADI/Nqz2Z8AhmLg/s320/blonde3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a helluva lotta fun. Wigs (&lt;em&gt;blonde ones at that&lt;/em&gt;) are extremely entertaining.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179443406883017074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-EUVjGAUXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6HGnYvWqYEM/s320/blonde6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179443875034452354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-EUwzGAUYI/AAAAAAAAADY/AXaQ536Q7f8/s320/blonde7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah. You must admit, we are pro. (&lt;em&gt;Meh. not really&lt;/em&gt;...) we just know how to keep ourselves occupied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179444484919808402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-EVUTGAUZI/AAAAAAAAADg/pwgd8pO-mwA/s400/blonde5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Even my brother tried the wig on for size.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179445369683071394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-EWHzGAUaI/AAAAAAAAADo/gpayzD56F1A/s400/blonde8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;:D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll update you guys on our jewelry. ^.^ bai for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-4623791705983702446?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4623791705983702446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=4623791705983702446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4623791705983702446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4623791705983702446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/haha.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R-ESfDGAUTI/AAAAAAAAACw/WsX3SXyqy2Y/s72-c/beads2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-1464728314823917670</id><published>2008-03-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:34:43.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm...cake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/999/999342famldatu0w.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/680/680615g5llkbuqoz.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm....delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/753/753445mwouemhng1.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1044/1044960z8ruespca3.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pictures make me want to start baking agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/327/327898wgh35cmxzz.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1077/1077530dnbcozb9j5.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need an excuse to make a cake.&lt;br /&gt;My family is the sort of family that&lt;br /&gt;doesn't eat dessert after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/753/753443qadmrf3vj9.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="528" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/689/689483syhds3adu8.jpg" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-1464728314823917670?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1464728314823917670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=1464728314823917670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1464728314823917670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1464728314823917670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/mmmcake.html' title='mmm...cake.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-4898759722086177961</id><published>2008-03-16T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:26.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>impulse buying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twinarmada.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twinarmada.com/shop/images/twinarmada.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Impulse buying.&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that stopped me was three words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUT OF STOCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:) my boyfriend was on my side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he told me the shirt would have looked good on me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178436816872689906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R92A2TGAUPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xap467TW6XU/s400/wantshirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;em&gt;That picture isn't mines btw, the site I got it from wouldn't let me have the image url, so I just print screened and stuck it on paint ^.^' hope nobody minds&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my lovely boyfriend stood in line outside of wal-mart from 3:30 PM till 12:01 AM to obtain the hard-to-get Wii for his friend; he was the first in line.&lt;br /&gt;So, now it's 3:46 PM and now he and my younger brother are playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wii.tv/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/wii.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to know who composed the music for some of the levels of that game, the music is amazing, uplifting, and surprisingly soothing. (&lt;em&gt;In particular I like the song in Sub Space Emissary on the second level Fox is in&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stuffwelike.com/stuffwelike/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/smash-bros-brawl-characters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is just another key to our emotions, it can make us happy, sad, make a powerful moment even more overwhelming, but I'm sure you already know that.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Music is what feelings sound like&lt;/em&gt;." ~&lt;strong&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.&lt;/em&gt;" ~&lt;strong&gt;Leopold Stokowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's amazing how much impact music makes on us! Games, and Movies won't be AS astounding without a wonderful musical score.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality&lt;/em&gt;." ~&lt;strong&gt;H.A. Overstreet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would our world be without music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh....and foundation and concealer.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;My face is breaking out, it may be the olay or new foundation...=/&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I may need to experiment...-.- I don't really want to break out any more though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178437589966803202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R92BjTGAUQI/AAAAAAAAACY/D7iXaLHfYLg/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-4898759722086177961?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4898759722086177961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=4898759722086177961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4898759722086177961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/4898759722086177961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/impulse-buying.html' title='impulse buying.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R92A2TGAUPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xap467TW6XU/s72-c/wantshirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-3495052201187340364</id><published>2008-03-15T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:27.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who, What, When, Where, and Why most girls don't play video games.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ui02.gamespot.com/1825/soyouwant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;I AM ZEE UBER MEDIC!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO-&lt;/strong&gt; who doesn't play video games? The answer, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; girls age ten and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT-&lt;/strong&gt; and if they do play video games, what do they like to play? Either it has nothing to do with blood and gore because it's scary, a cutesy Anime RPG, Something like that new Hannah Montanna game (*&lt;em&gt;cringes&lt;/em&gt;*), and or, all the fad-ish games that are all the rage among the guy gamers...like Halo 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geek.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/halo3_052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN-&lt;/strong&gt; meh. I don't know how often they play, but I'm guessing not very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE-&lt;/strong&gt; their boyfriends house, or their younger brothers bedroom? (&lt;em&gt;Nothing wrong with that, XD I do that haha&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177951910770004130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9vH1DGAUKI/AAAAAAAAABo/RV2trjmWrjI/s320/cavestory.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY-&lt;/strong&gt; ....who knows why? I don't understand why anybody wouldn't want to give anybody else a boom headshot in the face.&lt;br /&gt;But several of my girl friends have giving me their perspective on the gaming world, and why they don't walk around with rocket launchers slung behind their shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #1: thinks her boyfriend loves his video games more than her, and would rather play them then hang out with her. She feels that she is completely ignored when he's all over his xbox. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177955436938154178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9vLCTGAUMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aetUVSvtqBM/s200/friend1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #2: thinks that video games are for stupid fat people that have lived in their parents basement for half of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Shows how much SHE knows &lt;/em&gt;-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #3: is scared of blood. Even computer generated blood. And Even screams when she gets a papercut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #4: doesn't play video games because she thinks it is a waste of time and doesn't believe in violence. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177957253709320402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9vMsDGAUNI/AAAAAAAAACA/cZpq0xFoDzk/s200/friend2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #5: plays video games, but only does it to meet guys. She only started playing because her ex-boyfriend brought her into the gaming world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had work yesterday, and I was able to get to know one of my guy co-workers much better than the rest because somehow we started talking about video games.&lt;br /&gt;He was amazed! (&lt;em&gt;I don't see why&lt;/em&gt;) he exclaimed, "&lt;em&gt;FINALLY! A girl who likes HALO 3!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and told him that there are a lot of girls who play Halo 3....then I told him to go and buy the orange box and play TF2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.fileplanet.com/images/160000/165463ss_sm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on after work, I was talking to one of my guy friends on the phone and told him about my co-worker's surprise in me playing video games,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I don't think It's BECAUSE you play halo 3 that he's amazed, it's because you PLAY halo 3 and ENJOY It&lt;/em&gt;." He said to me. :) That made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against girls playing video games...&lt;br /&gt;The more the merrier!&lt;br /&gt;I just think that people should do it to enjoy it, not to use it to get a new boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to be called &lt;strong&gt;A GAMER&lt;/strong&gt;, and even more to be &lt;strong&gt;PRO&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177952851367841970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9vIrzGAULI/AAAAAAAAABw/4K3000a2iX0/s400/lol.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-3495052201187340364?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3495052201187340364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=3495052201187340364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3495052201187340364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/3495052201187340364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-what-when-where-and-why-most-girls.html' title='Who, What, When, Where, and Why most girls don&apos;t play video games.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9vH1DGAUKI/AAAAAAAAABo/RV2trjmWrjI/s72-c/cavestory.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5534823064851959628</id><published>2008-03-13T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:27.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Money.</title><content type='html'>Now that I have a job, I've been trying really hard (&lt;em&gt;heh, not really&lt;/em&gt;) to save every penny I recieve. Like I said, I'm shooting for A LOT of money by the end of this year...but aaahh! It's sooo hard to be tight fisted. I really am trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2make-money.biz/images/money344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I gave my boyfriend my only debit card. And he lost it...so now I really can't get it unless I order one.... hmm. Ordering one is a pain in the butt, soo thats good...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I wrote my goals down on a piece of paper and stuck it in my purse; just in case I get interested in buying something...ANYTHING, I'll just read that little piece of paper and my conscience will torture me to death, so I won't buy it. (I'll have a huge problem during sales though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I try to keep away from the mall. (That won't work to well, because I now work at the mall...ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of money on:&lt;br /&gt;Cosmetics&lt;br /&gt;Cloths, mostly tee's and short shorts. (&lt;em&gt;I do admit, that &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; a problem&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:JMbvGXBNiJAyAM:http://www.mineral-makeup-reviews.com/images/Serious-skin-care-mineral-makeup-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, money (&lt;em&gt;for me&lt;/em&gt;) is so hard to come by, but once you have some in your pocket, it's hard not to spend it on something you desire. Fighting my human temptation is an ongoing struggle for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently (&lt;em&gt;like, two nights ago&lt;/em&gt;) I bought Olay age defying anti-wrinkle lotion, Maybelline New York Instant Age Rewind Cream Foundation, Black socks (&lt;em&gt;for work&lt;/em&gt;), and Ferrero Rocher Chocolate...lots of it XD I believe the total was around forty dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/163583/200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.maybelline.com/images/products/thumbNails/110FRU_xl.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buonitalia.com/files/CPB00000/492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;* so, now I'm going on a budget plan. -.- And reading more money blogs! :D&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;a href="http://www.thesimpledollar.com/"&gt;The Simple Dollar&lt;/a&gt;. bleh. Hopefully I'll get better at spending less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHEAD:&lt;br /&gt;FOR &lt;u&gt;REAL&lt;/u&gt; GAMERS ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my boyfriend was showing me this new online show, which is a branch off of &lt;a href="http://www.purepwnage.com/"&gt;Pure Pwnage&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;which I adore&lt;/em&gt;). But now I'm completely obsessed with this hilarious spin off on Dave (&lt;em&gt;You'll know who I'm talking about if you watch the pure pwnage episodes&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;a href="http://www.proatcooking.com/episodes.html"&gt;Pro At Cooking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pretty much pwns. (&lt;em&gt;and I want his apron&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.proatcooking.com/images/show1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my next blog post is going to be a rant about "GAMER" girls... those ditzy little blonde chicks who call themsevles gamers but in reality are pretty much just out there to get guys and only know about video games because their ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend used to play it. Because, as everybody knows, it's really hard to find an attractive girl that plays video games. (&lt;em&gt;I won't say that I'm attractive. YES I'm one of those girls with low self-esteem -.- but I would like to say, that.... I DON'T PLAY GAMES BECAUSE OF MY BOYFRIEND. I played them way before I met him, you'll find out more about my gamer history in my next blog post&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177324519127273618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9mNODGAUJI/AAAAAAAAABg/t8KlE6SHJ-s/s400/blah2.JPG" border="0" /&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/5643969006607242239-5534823064851959628?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5534823064851959628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5534823064851959628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/saving-money.html' title='Saving Money.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9mNODGAUJI/AAAAAAAAABg/t8KlE6SHJ-s/s72-c/blah2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-7837119654175895863</id><published>2008-03-12T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:28.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, I went over to a friends house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST to play the brand new-shiny-sparkling Smash Brothers Brawl he got that morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was exciting, and...very amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176838174210543698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9fS5DGAUFI/AAAAAAAAABA/Eu37Em3NOTM/s320/noob2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bleh. Actually, it was my first time to use a Wii controler, I haven't had a chance to play the Wii until Sunday, so I was pretty excited about that. I dislike combos...only because I'm terrible at games that require combos (&lt;em&gt;Devil May Cry 3 and 4, and Super Smash Bro. Melee, etc&lt;/em&gt;.) So...yeah...UP + B!!! I can tell you that I died in Brawl so many times by jumping off the cliff and forgetting the up + B combo. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176839574369882210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9fUKjGAUGI/AAAAAAAAABI/kTJ0UymZ1AE/s400/noob.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After we got tired with Brawl we played halo 3, and attempted to play co-op... we ended up blowing each other up on purpose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176840278744518770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9fUzjGAUHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h6uFs3Ax4HY/s320/guiness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Monday, my first day at work was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I watched....(&lt;em&gt;grrr...there's an ant crawling all over my laptop screen right now&lt;/em&gt;..) ...orientation videos for four hours straight, so I guess today would really be considered my first day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is it about being a "New Girl" that makes you feel like you're in EVERYBODYS way? honestly, on Monday night I felt like I was like a fifth wheel and terribly helpless. Meh. Pretty much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-7837119654175895863?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7837119654175895863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=7837119654175895863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7837119654175895863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/7837119654175895863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9fS5DGAUFI/AAAAAAAAABA/Eu37Em3NOTM/s72-c/noob2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-1914777056089735672</id><published>2008-03-07T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:28.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few months I've been unemployed and it seemed almost impossible to find a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, after all the trial and errors, all the countless amounts of stupid applications (I even got to a point where I now know my SSN by heart!), all the embarrassing phone calls I had to make, I got lucky three times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I met a manager for the local movie theater, that was pretty awesome...&lt;br /&gt;the drawback was that they didn't have an application for three weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I finally got one and turned it in a few days ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I got a job interview for this Salad place at my nearest mall...&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't get a call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I had another job interview today, at ten in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;I was hired on the spot ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, why is it so frustrating to go job hunting?&lt;br /&gt;And I was only after low-wage jobs, to go after a career sort of job must be horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Did I mention I am shooting for the goal of ten thousand dollars by the end of this year? I'll slowly tell you all what I am aiming for. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;So far I only have about one thousand saved up. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175097273641619522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9GjjTGAUEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c3r4sXPrVVk/s320/bearbear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quack.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-1914777056089735672?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1914777056089735672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=1914777056089735672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1914777056089735672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1914777056089735672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9GjjTGAUEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c3r4sXPrVVk/s72-c/bearbear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-5428029355359592974</id><published>2008-03-06T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:29.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawlessness, what most girls strive for.</title><content type='html'>How often do we look in a mirror and cry out in dismay as we can see a mutating pus-filled-monster growing on our nose or chin? I don’t know about you, but I reach for my Neutrogena Rapid Clear Acne Eliminating Spot Gel and liquid concealer before you can even scream, “ZIT!”&lt;br /&gt;I could go on a long rant on what I believe to be beauty, and that we should NOT use our physical features to define ourselves, but I’ll spare you that. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;The point is, our self-esteem is constantly being bombarded, and having this big red thing yelling at everybody just might tip the scales a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not exactly overflowing with cash, so I have to spend my money wisely, so usually my face takes the back seat while my stomach gets all the attention (honestly, I’d choose a fabulous chicken sandwich over cosmetics ANY day.)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried so many products that promised me magic and disappearing acts, but er, lets face it, industries aren’t exactly known for keeping their word.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best promises are the most expensive, example: ProActiv Solutions….&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not exactly ready to pay that much money, MONTHLY, no thank you.&lt;br /&gt;So I settled down with the cheapy ones on my local Wal-Marts cosmetic shelves, there are so many to choose from, and I believe I tried most of them since I hit puberty -.-&lt;br /&gt;Biore, Clean&amp;amp;Clear, etc.&lt;br /&gt;The best on the shelf was Neutrogena, it works. Oh, and did I mention it’s decently priced?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had hit the jackpot, but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kostbutikken.dk/images/Neutrogena%20Oil-Free%20Acne%20Wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading about the dangerous chemicals companies like to sneak into their products, and me, looking out for only the best for my skin, decided that (for many other reasons besides this) it was time to go natural. I now use Burt’s Bees Peach and Willowbark deep pore scrub, which is amazing…&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately I had to pay nine dollars for it. (I prefer spending less than seven dollars.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.burtsbees.com/wcsstore/Bee2C/images/products/891_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the BEST, MOST WONDERFUL, AND NATURAL acne cleansing products are just in your kitchen cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;Honey, Granulated sugar, and Extra Virgin Olive Oil.&lt;br /&gt;An amazing combination I found on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/“http://www.xanga.com/RiceBunny"&gt;RiceBunny’s xanga&lt;/a&gt; site. (I go to her site often to check on stuff like that.) Here’s the link to her &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/“http://www.xanga.com/RiceBunny/624760557/olive-oil-sugar-scrub.html"&gt;olive oil scrub.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I have a job interview tomorrow at ten A.M.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9B6dEMuclI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jUVg3mcI02U/s1600-h/familypicturenichi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9B6dEMuclI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jUVg3mcI02U/s320/familypicturenichi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174770611610612306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-5428029355359592974?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5428029355359592974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643969006607242239&amp;postID=5428029355359592974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5428029355359592974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/5428029355359592974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/flawlessness-what-most-girls-strive-for.html' title='Flawlessness, what most girls strive for.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/R9B6dEMuclI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jUVg3mcI02U/s72-c/familypicturenichi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-8750502190536533099</id><published>2008-03-06T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:09:49.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I consider myself lucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Oh the joys of having a speedy motabolism and being young...&lt;br /&gt;I get to randomly snack on Doritos and sour cream. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.taquitos.net/im/sn/Doritos-Taco-Ranch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://graphics.samsclub.com/images/products/0007342000110_MD.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just thought you all should know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-8750502190536533099?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/8750502190536533099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/8750502190536533099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-consider-myself-lucky.html' title='I consider myself lucky.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-1427999738949503377</id><published>2008-03-06T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:07:44.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an unlikely wardrobe.</title><content type='html'>And so a friend of mine introduced me to a fantastic clothing store... &lt;a href="http://www.jinx.com/"&gt;J!nx&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to him I've added quite a few more articles of clothing to my "WANT" list. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/Content/Product/1131p_0c_ZoomM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/Content/Product/979p_27c_ZoomM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/Content/Product/279p_0c_ZoomM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/Content/Product/201p_0c_ZoomM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/Content/Product/312p_0c_ZoomM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/Content/Product/807p_4c_ZoomM.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above are tees :)&lt;br /&gt;But most of the ones I want are not in the womens section, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, a weird choice of clothing I know...&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? it's pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite satisfied though, My boyfriend decided to surprise me by getting me tees from the &lt;a href="http://www.noobstore.com/"&gt;purepwnage noobstore&lt;/a&gt;. The only reason why it didn't end up being a surprise is because he was afraid that the friend of mine who introduced jinx to me would end up buying me a t-shirt...&lt;br /&gt;he wanted me to know that he thought of it first. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-1427999738949503377?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1427999738949503377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/1427999738949503377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/unlikely-wardrobe.html' title='an unlikely wardrobe.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-667997313055956303</id><published>2008-03-05T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:39:17.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I lose it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the bulletin I posted on myspace after being flustered by reading a couple of random peoples myspaces. This isn't actually addressed to "&lt;em&gt;40 yr olds living with their moms who dress in kimonos everyday watching and breathing hentai and manga&lt;/em&gt;." as one of my dear friends puts it; but this bulletin can be aimed directly at them. This is more for silly teenager girls who obsess over cute anime girls and Japanese pop boy bands, have pictures of random animes/mangas/k-pop/j-pop music stars/ and the like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The subject title was otaku's, and anime freaks, and hentai oh my! then after posting it I just realized that I made a big mistake...otakus are anime freaks -.-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"There is absolutely no problem with loving Anime/Manhwa/Manhua/Manga, goodness knows I enjoy the hell out of it myself, it's my style of art and I enjoy drawing it. But there's a point where people go OVERBOARD, to a point where fat white girls are dressing in corsets, mini-skirts, sticking fake fuzzy cat ears on their head and thinking they’re absolutely fucking adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please, don't go quoting in Japanese if you can’t speak the language fluently .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please, don't act Asian if you AREN'T Asian in the slightest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please, don't say you live in Japan if you haven’t even been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please, don't make a fool out of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate how you all made pocky sticks and ramen a stereotypical thing. I grew up on those things, but not because it was Asian, but because those things were delicious. You speak of pocky sticks as if they were mana from heaven, and ramen a gift from the gods…where in reality those things aren't as good as everybody makes them to be. Those things are still delicious to me, they remind me of my childhood, but now it’s tainted knowing that some anime freak would have an orgasm watching an Asian girl eating pocky sticks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love K-pop, J-pop and rock… but I like it because of the lyrics…NOT because…”&lt;em&gt;OMG HOT ASIAN PEOPLE SINGING!! WHO CARES ABOUT WHAT THEY’RE SAYING!!! IT'S ASIAN! IT &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; BE GOOD&lt;/em&gt;!“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m sorry, but Naruto isn't as awesome as everybody thinks it is…but that’s only my opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wont even go into masturbating to anime pictures or scantily clad RARE asian women who have big breasts X.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Trust me, not that many asian women have overflowing chests.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I say, “It's because I’m Asian” I make fun of every person in the world who thinks Asian people excel over everybody , I don’t actually believe I am pro because I am Asian…. But then again… Maybe it is because I'm Asian XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then again, it’s amusing how hard you all try to be like us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a138.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/32/l_d19141147b76d10ab00f19cfe93a90f1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-667997313055956303?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/667997313055956303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/667997313055956303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-i-lose-it.html' title='Before I lose it...'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643969006607242239.post-2993451191012084104</id><published>2008-03-05T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:27:24.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>And so, I've moved from my previous blogspot to this new one.&lt;br /&gt;The old blog had way to many memories that I didn't want to erase, and yet, I wanted to start anew.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to keep this blog faithfully, unlike the other one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643969006607242239-2993451191012084104?l=curiouswhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2993451191012084104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643969006607242239/posts/default/2993451191012084104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiouswhims.blogspot.com/2008/03/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>Nichi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972184536510294734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JLF7otYw_sM/SDdH-IdrgTI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7jDYk6S_zM/S220/Nichimizzlez.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
