<?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-8480123729114960097</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:11:54.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHAMTC</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-6376222111473541075</id><published>2010-04-07T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:51:59.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>Wow reading back brings some good memories.. I forgot how I was feeling about everything before. I'll include a full update soon, but right now I'm just too lazy to think back to everything that's happened since my last post. Soooo~ what's on my mind currently? Of course, the all important issue of weightloss! Also, school/track/Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weightloss:&lt;br /&gt;PROM is coming up soon and I'm using that as my motivator to finally lose the weight I've always wanted to. I know I look fine the way I am, I know I have the potential to be gorgeous (cause you know, every girl does!) but I just feel like I'd feel so much better about myself if I shed some pounds and toned up. I'm in track right now, so that's helping.. but keeping my diet is still hard as ever. It also helps that a lot of the girls in track have amazinnnng bodies that they flaunt in their sports bras. Grrr.. just you wait. I be showin dem girlies up soon ya hurrrr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;br /&gt;is killer. period. when did i go wrong? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track:&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda enjoying track right now. I'm attempting to change the way I view it.. not something that I HAVE to slave for. Just something that is there, a duty.. something that I need to utilize to better myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard:&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say about this.. this deserves it's own post haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL NEXT TIME GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-6376222111473541075?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/6376222111473541075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6376222111473541075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6376222111473541075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-6445413749889549102</id><published>2009-12-09T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:55:16.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So charity ball was this past weekend! and I'm happy to say that I had just as much fun as I hoped I would. I was so so super excited for it that I kinda thought I might be disappointed.. but I wasn't in the least. I actually started getting ready hours and hours before.. you should have seen me when I got Richard's text that he was on his way. My heart started beating really fast, I started getting a little bit hot.. oh my gosh, it was intense. And when he got here? My mom went to the door to meet him and on the way to the car he put his arm around me cause it was cold. Later my mom tells me that she saw and was thinking "OMG WHAT IS HE DOING TO MY DAUGHTER?!" LOL. He legit knows how to swing dance, which I thought was pretty impressive. Though, sad thing was that I was absolutely horrible at it. He was nice to me and said that I wasn't bad.. but I knew he was just saying that :) Oh yeah, and there was no point in getting all prettied up, all that time with my makeup and hair and it all just ended up getting messed up! Halfway through the ball Richard surprises me by asking me out. You guys know.. I had been waiting for that for how long now? It was nice to know FINALLY that he liked me too. Of course I said yes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, honestly.. I've told this story 3 times already so I'm gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect that he's taking the lead in the relationship.. it takes guts to ask a girl out I'm sure. I don't want him to think that it's one-sided. But I'm not really sure the boundary line between appropriate and not? I don't want to step on his toes yano.. and I want to be that kind of girl that does cute things for their guy. I'm trying to get ideas for good dates and other little things, any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as long as I have been crushing on him.. I'm kinda feeling like calling each other "girlfriend" and "boyfriend" is fast for me. I'm not really there yet? I hope he knows that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm content~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-6445413749889549102?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/6445413749889549102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-charity-ball-was-this-past-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6445413749889549102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6445413749889549102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-charity-ball-was-this-past-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-2539047395937618946</id><published>2009-11-25T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:10:25.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How exciting!</title><content type='html'>Thank god it's break. I have to admit, I didn't do anything to deserve this.. but that does not mean I'm not going to take it for all it's worth. One week of lazy days here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my sister doesn't get to come visit us this year.. nor do I get to visit Texas.. but me and my parents are taking a short trip to D.C. at the very least! That should be fun.. take advantage of all the free museums and art galleries and stuff haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, CHARITY BALL next saturday! YAY I'm so excited! I've picked out my dress and everything.. I just need to get shoes and figure out how I'm going to do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN I'm so psyched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-2539047395937618946?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/2539047395937618946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-exciting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2539047395937618946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2539047395937618946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-exciting.html' title='How exciting!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-228364661766828125</id><published>2009-11-19T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:35:02.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Richard asked me to Charity Ball :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-228364661766828125?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/228364661766828125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-3-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/228364661766828125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/228364661766828125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-3-3.html' title='&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-7453480634925162941</id><published>2009-11-11T17:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:58:46.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You used to be special&lt;br /&gt;now you're just like every other teenager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth hurts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-7453480634925162941?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/7453480634925162941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-used-to-be-special-now-youre-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7453480634925162941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7453480634925162941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-used-to-be-special-now-youre-just.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-1504531136447264580</id><published>2009-11-11T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:35:21.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.manhunt.com.sg/newdesign/contestants2009.php"&gt;MANHUNT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-1504531136447264580?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/1504531136447264580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1504531136447264580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1504531136447264580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-317683375171067334</id><published>2009-11-09T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:15:21.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to MAN UP</title><content type='html'>SINCE YOU WON'T! Apparently, it's really attractive for a girl to take the initiative when it comes to pursuing a boy that they have an interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a situation when I'm interested in getting to know this guy in my english class. I've heard once or twice that he likes me, but I'm finding it quite difficult to pick up any signs of that! We see each other in the halls and he never says hi to me, I'm always initiating! So it makes me feel like maybe he doesn't like me? Or maybe he's intimidated because he doesn't know if I like him back? I dunno! I know this all sounds so trivial, but at this point I just don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's one of those "shy guys," at least, when it comes to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, if I want to know what might happen.. I have to MAKE it happen. I'll man up and make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN:&lt;br /&gt;1. begin saying hello regularly (I see him every other day, sometimes more in passing in the hallaways)&lt;br /&gt;2. build up to talking daily, then talking out of school on weekends/breaks/etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. see what happens for there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I won't like him? Who knows..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-317683375171067334?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/317683375171067334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-to-man-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/317683375171067334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/317683375171067334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-to-man-up.html' title='I&apos;m going to MAN UP'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-9143435785339197571</id><published>2009-11-05T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:01:30.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're looking for a sign,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOU, AND ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST YOU WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-9143435785339197571?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/9143435785339197571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-youre-looking-for-sign-this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/9143435785339197571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/9143435785339197571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-youre-looking-for-sign-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-1707809454975060403</id><published>2009-10-31T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:47:16.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old and the New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Suy8V7GGsLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/td0CaOQiLCw/s1600-h/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Suy8V7GGsLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/td0CaOQiLCw/s320/IMG_1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398897138136953010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to take the time to write some super eloquent entry in celebration for such an epic weekend as this, but alas, my laziness got the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up soon.. Monday to be exact. I'm half hoping that I'm going to wake up and feel as if I've gained a guru-sized amount of knowledge.. but then again, it doesn't take a guru to know that I'm simply kidding myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year. It's long, but it's short. It's packed full of messy and unintentionally learned life lessons. I'd like to think that I've grown a lot since I turned 15.. wow. Almost exactly 1 year ago I had my first kiss! To think that it's already been a year is mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time for my signature mindless list of clutter:&lt;br /&gt;1. I miss Audrey. I miss Audrey a lot :( I hope I get to see her soon..&lt;br /&gt;2. I want my parents to be happy..&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I were more special&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm going to be healthier&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm going to make myself happy first and foremost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-1707809454975060403?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/1707809454975060403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-and-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1707809454975060403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1707809454975060403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-and-new.html' title='The Old and the New'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Suy8V7GGsLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/td0CaOQiLCw/s72-c/IMG_1467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-6567553717484840621</id><published>2009-10-25T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:00:37.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe Pham is: relearning discipline and the principle of genuine effort and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;HI-YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt; WATTAAAA~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-6567553717484840621?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/6567553717484840621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6567553717484840621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6567553717484840621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-1.html' title='Random #1'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-5868077029136628873</id><published>2009-10-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:34:00.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>My parents threw me a surprise birthday party this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say.. I was so surprised. It was so thoughtful of them to do that.. they didn't have to at all. And it was so nice that all the girls came. Well, most of them did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the pictures! and I hate to sound like a broken record.. but DANG I seriously have got to lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I knew stated that he was deteriorating to a glob.&lt;br /&gt;A glob consisting of laziness, lethargy, and fat.&lt;br /&gt;I sympathize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember how young you are.. and how you need to treat your body well since it's the only one you'll ever get! Cliche but very very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the gym running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-5868077029136628873?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/5868077029136628873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/5868077029136628873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/5868077029136628873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-7397481088179606499</id><published>2009-10-24T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:36:16.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>1. Family and Thanksgivings!&lt;br /&gt;2. Seattle and Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweating&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;5. Pushing the limits&lt;br /&gt;6. The internet&lt;br /&gt;7. Baby animals&lt;br /&gt;8. Something warm in the morning&lt;br /&gt;9. Being sentimental--in the good feeling way&lt;br /&gt;10. Being right&lt;br /&gt;11. Smiling and laughing&lt;br /&gt;12. Sunny days and breezy winds&lt;br /&gt;13. Floating the boat&lt;br /&gt;14. Breaking the rules!&lt;br /&gt;15. Making lists and planning&lt;br /&gt;16. The good ole days..&lt;br /&gt;17. Old pictures&lt;br /&gt;18. Girly things&lt;br /&gt;19. Boyish things&lt;br /&gt;20. Colors&lt;br /&gt;21. Inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;22. Celebrating the success of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://funny-baby-animals-screensaver.smartcode.com/images/sshots/funny_baby_animals_screensaver_26740.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 325px;" src="http://funny-baby-animals-screensaver.smartcode.com/images/sshots/funny_baby_animals_screensaver_26740.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-7397481088179606499?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/7397481088179606499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7397481088179606499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7397481088179606499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-7685494222987567791</id><published>2009-10-22T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:54:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eureka!</title><content type='html'>I've figured it out! My level of happiness strongly correlates with how well I'm doing in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-7685494222987567791?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/7685494222987567791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/eureka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7685494222987567791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7685494222987567791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/eureka.html' title='Eureka!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-6268247122159859808</id><published>2009-10-18T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:52:11.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I get myself into..</title><content type='html'>I should be writing my muscle contraction rap (HAHA) which I volunteered for.. for some stupid reason. How am I supposed turn the Prince of Bel-Air theme song into a song about the process of contraction! I'm so musically impaired.. crap this is going to take hours! And even after my sweat and tears put into the song.. I bet you anything that it's still going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, not only that but I also have a quiz in Algebra tomorrow. This is a make it or break it situation.. a good grade on this quiz could bring me from a B to an A. So yeah.. I should be studying for that too =\ Agh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.. I have a test over Huck Funn on Thursday.. I haven't even started reading yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in better news, I finally got my outfit for debate~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Stt_0gFf5oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j1LVJMyuY4g/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Stt_0gFf5oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j1LVJMyuY4g/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394045518649222786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Stt_1IRExJI/AAAAAAAAAME/3HNEIxNCEJ8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Stt_1IRExJI/AAAAAAAAAME/3HNEIxNCEJ8/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394045529435194514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look so smart? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-6268247122159859808?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/6268247122159859808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-did-i-get-myself-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6268247122159859808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6268247122159859808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-did-i-get-myself-into.html' title='What did I get myself into..'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Stt_0gFf5oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j1LVJMyuY4g/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-2297816273426401161</id><published>2009-10-16T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:47:00.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes my heart melt..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lee Joon&lt;br /&gt;you, your sexiness and your smile&lt;br /&gt;are like rainbows and freaking sunshine &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 639px;" src="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/9118/74230761.jpg" alt="" 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/8480123729114960097-2297816273426401161?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/2297816273426401161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/makes-my-heart-melt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2297816273426401161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2297816273426401161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/makes-my-heart-melt.html' title='Makes my heart melt..'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-6435785141618003083</id><published>2009-10-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:46:03.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A step in the right direction</title><content type='html'>I'm starting my clean eating&lt;br /&gt;and I'm starting to go to the gym now!&lt;br /&gt;I'm determinedddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bodyspace.bodybuilding.com/img/user_images/growable/2009/03/16/18424712/progresspic/3266032.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bodyspace.bodybuilding.com/img/user_images/growable/2009/03/16/18424712/progresspic/3265682.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bodyspace.bodybuilding.com/img/user_images/growable/2009/04/04/18424712/progresspic/3429232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLZ YEAHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/female_transformation_rany.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-6435785141618003083?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/6435785141618003083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/step-in-right-direction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6435785141618003083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6435785141618003083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/step-in-right-direction.html' title='A step in the right direction'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-1158650874662407788</id><published>2009-10-09T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:25:27.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;___&lt;</title><content type='html'>Oh the many ups and downs of life..&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how life is just so good one day, &lt;br /&gt;and the next you feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I dislike school..&lt;br /&gt;so stressful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-1158650874662407788?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/1158650874662407788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1158650874662407788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1158650874662407788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='&gt;___&lt;'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-1623067654401100843</id><published>2009-10-03T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:09:20.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture SPAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SsfmxQPlXUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zs1fsRay9vw/s1600-h/p_00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SsfmxQPlXUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zs1fsRay9vw/s320/p_00017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388529213020396866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wearing my FYSH hat! You can't see the logo on the front though.. but take my word for it--it's toally ballin. I got it at a fashion show in downtown Raleigh. The people selling it are actually Asian-American college students attending UNC.. naturally I had to buy it. Pride yo! See more here: &lt;a href="http://www.fyshclothing.com/"&gt;FYSHclothing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SsfmxK3IEEI/AAAAAAAAALs/55-gFWgxIEM/s1600-h/p_00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SsfmxK3IEEI/AAAAAAAAALs/55-gFWgxIEM/s320/p_00015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388529211575636034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my madre &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Ssfmw3PWEPI/AAAAAAAAALk/B_XBgkCY1bM/s1600-h/p_00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Ssfmw3PWEPI/AAAAAAAAALk/B_XBgkCY1bM/s320/p_00038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388529206308507890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom yet again. This time in downtown Raleigh visiting the museum of natural history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SsfmwaMUe2I/AAAAAAAAALc/ijGO3ZhNBlc/s1600-h/p_00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SsfmwaMUe2I/AAAAAAAAALc/ijGO3ZhNBlc/s320/p_00035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388529198511192930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, at the museum of natural history. It was so so nice outside that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecoachingmark.com/Thumbnail.aspx?IP=/Portals/0/Team803/HomePageGallery/_MG_0812.jpg&amp;amp;IH=300&amp;amp;IW=350"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.thecoachingmark.com/Thumbnail.aspx?IP=/Portals/0/Team803/HomePageGallery/_MG_0812.jpg&amp;amp;IH=300&amp;amp;IW=350" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis! Look how messed up my face is. Hahahahah! This is only slightly embarrassing.. but seeing as to how a very very small percentage of whoever sees this actually knows me in real life, I've the courage the put it up. No laughing! I know.. it would not hurt at all to lose a couple of pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-1623067654401100843?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/1623067654401100843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-spam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1623067654401100843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1623067654401100843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-spam.html' title='Picture SPAM'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SsfmxQPlXUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zs1fsRay9vw/s72-c/p_00017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-477061311770045213</id><published>2009-09-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:00:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS SO GOOD</title><content type='html'>good grades&lt;br /&gt;good food&lt;br /&gt;good weather&lt;br /&gt;good parents&lt;br /&gt;good sister&lt;br /&gt;good friends&lt;br /&gt;good place to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you know what, good doesn't even cut it. my life is GREAT. it is AMAZING. it's like a freaking RAINBOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so fortunate in life.. not just now, but every day of my whole life has been so fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY GOLLY I feel like this is what it's like to be high. Not like I'd know..&lt;br /&gt;no seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 all around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-477061311770045213?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/477061311770045213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/477061311770045213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/477061311770045213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-so-good.html' title='LIFE IS SO GOOD'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-5184105714700204825</id><published>2009-09-18T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:51:49.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0h My</title><content type='html'>Things sure change rather quickly huh?&lt;br /&gt;Just last year around this this homecoming time..&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;Those were the good ol' days~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-5184105714700204825?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/5184105714700204825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/0h-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/5184105714700204825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/5184105714700204825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/0h-my.html' title='0h My'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-8979860370869016853</id><published>2009-09-15T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:06:53.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What has this turned into..?</title><content type='html'>It's 12:00 and I'm about to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the earliest it's been since school started.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so intense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-8979860370869016853?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/8979860370869016853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-has-this-turned-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/8979860370869016853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/8979860370869016853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-has-this-turned-into.html' title='What has this turned into..?'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-3165102507167464095</id><published>2009-09-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:20:02.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe just possibly temporary?</title><content type='html'>*THIS POST IS RANDOM AND UNORGANIZED LIKE HECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been obsessed with singing this song as of recent. Thought it would be good for me to post it where people may actually watch it.. though, be snappy about it! I don't know how long my inhibitions will allow it to stay up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=132903711486&amp;amp;h=s1-fX&amp;amp;u=PBU_x"&gt;Chris Brown-Say Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. In other news, my momma is coming up to NC today! Yay I've missed her so much :) And with the coming of Me Oi comes new clothes, no more long waits for rides, a clean condo, and of course.. lovely lovely company. I'm so glad~ I only wish Audrey could be here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So so so cute! But terrible at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0-Sv6YnxEc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0-Sv6YnxEc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It would be the coolest thing to have a super radical, boys style haircut. Hmm.. I'm contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/5366/090911fx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 296px;" src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/5366/090911fx1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/2pmlove/4minute009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 296px;" src="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/2pmlove/4minute009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-3165102507167464095?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/3165102507167464095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-just-possibly-temporary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/3165102507167464095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/3165102507167464095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-just-possibly-temporary.html' title='Maybe just possibly temporary?'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-7597426250244233079</id><published>2009-09-12T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:12:45.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quit being such a goddamn pussy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://19.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kprt5fBzWt1qzqdigo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 376px;" src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kprt5fBzWt1qzqdigo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the people who make me &lt;span&gt;want to be a better person&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, they make me so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I modified my layout. Yay for radical colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-7597426250244233079?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/7597426250244233079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/quit-being-such-goddamn-pussy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7597426250244233079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7597426250244233079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/quit-being-such-goddamn-pussy.html' title='&quot;Quit being such a goddamn pussy&quot;'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-1060990589959234065</id><published>2009-09-03T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:05:31.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm</title><content type='html'>Things have smoothed out here in NC&lt;br /&gt;Tennis is fine, school is fine, the people are fine..&lt;br /&gt;Mama's coming next weekend! w00t~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating a lot&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I should probably stop that&lt;br /&gt;I feel heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-1060990589959234065?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/1060990589959234065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/hm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1060990589959234065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1060990589959234065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/09/hm.html' title='Hm'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-9180080973230727985</id><published>2009-08-31T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:56:25.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You push it back, day after day goes without a word.&lt;br /&gt;The chances come and go, and you always tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;Next time, next time I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time comes and still&lt;br /&gt;nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would they think about me?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the majority of people are guilty of thinking way too much about what other people think about them. It's common for you to feel insecure about yourself and to feel vulnerable. I'm not trying to sound condescending.. I'm probably the person least qualified to talk about this. But still, I think what I SHOULD do despite the fact I don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't care about what people say about you. Sure, reputation matters and such but in the end, words are only words. What they say about doesn't matter unless it's true. What they think about you doesn't matter unless it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, you never know what may happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about a specific instance, so again&lt;br /&gt;if none of this makes sense, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Haha it's not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-9180080973230727985?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/9180080973230727985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-all-guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/9180080973230727985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/9180080973230727985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-all-guilty.html' title='We&apos;re all guilty'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-2529939172205263467</id><published>2009-08-22T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:48:58.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Be</title><content type='html'>You were who you were,&lt;br /&gt;you did what you did.&lt;br /&gt;You'll whine, you'll sob, you'll scream&lt;br /&gt;and you'll blame your faults on other people.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;words of complaint won't change anything,&lt;br /&gt;the past is still there,&lt;br /&gt;unchanged with the passage of time.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;though your past may be marred,&lt;br /&gt;you still have now to live,&lt;br /&gt;you still have now to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;The sun will always rise again.&lt;br /&gt;You still have the power of now&lt;br /&gt;to change the future.&lt;br /&gt;The past is gone and can only be learned from,&lt;br /&gt;the future doesn't exist and can only be prepared for,&lt;br /&gt;the only time you ever have is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you lived in the prehistoric era, imagine you walked the earth alongside the great dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you asked them, "What time is it?" Assuming that they could speak, what would they say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it? The time is now. What other time could it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks Mommy, I know.. but I don't think I understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-2529939172205263467?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/2529939172205263467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2529939172205263467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2529939172205263467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-be.html' title='Just Be'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-1218774095015906756</id><published>2009-08-20T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:46:09.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Myrtle beach, yah man!&lt;br /&gt;School starts on Tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;oh where did the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-1218774095015906756?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/1218774095015906756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1218774095015906756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/1218774095015906756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-3504635711510688006</id><published>2009-08-17T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:35:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more days!</title><content type='html'>So I have this thing for making lists right (reference "&lt;a href="http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-self-entertainment_18.html"&gt;For self-entertainment&lt;/a&gt;), here's another one for you guys. Just some things that I'm thinking about.. so don't expect it to make sense. The things that pop out of my mind rarely do =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need to start running again, I want to live healthier&lt;br /&gt;2. The Melting Pot..&lt;br /&gt;3. I need more feel good music, does anyone have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;4. Exactly 1 more week until school starts. As close as it is, I have yet to feel any kinda of nervous anticipation. Is that.. alright?&lt;br /&gt;5. I still have to start my summer assignments.. oops.&lt;br /&gt;6. I need to start SAT studying.. like I said I would weeks and weeks ago. Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOY&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOUR STYLE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOUR SMILE&lt;br /&gt;I WISH THAT YOU COULD BE&lt;br /&gt;ONLY MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-3504635711510688006?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/3504635711510688006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/3504635711510688006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/3504635711510688006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-more-days.html' title='7 more days!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-4049735085923191761</id><published>2009-08-15T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:23:36.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry sorry sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's always easy to tell when my parents are upset with me. I'm not outlandishly mean to them or anything, but I definitely have my moments of brattiness. At home, I'm easily annoyed and quick to lose my patience. And those of you with asian parents (asian parents especially, but any kind of parent really) know, that sometimes communication is a little bit hard. Either you don't say something the way they understand, or they don't say something the way you understand.. it's no one's particular fault regarding HOW the miscommunication happened. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A situation came up this morning similar to this, and I lost my patience. I didn't say anything bad, but the way I said what I did was disrespectful. The moment the ordeal was over, I immediately regretted what I had done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After, my dad didn't say anything. He didn't ignore me, but I could tell he was a little bit mad. I tried to smooth things over a bit by being nice.. making casual conversation, etc. And maybe it worked a little.. but that's not the point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is so so hard to apologize to parents.. or family at that matter. For me at least. With any of my friends I'd have no problem admitting I was wrong, but with my parents.. for some reason it's a different story. My dad especially is hard to say sorry to. Maybe it's because he never says sorry to anyone else.. I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do know though, that if I had apologized to him, he's only give me a look and a little lecture about why what I did was wrong and stuff. Ugh, who wants to hear that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again.. it WAS my fault. And if anyone deserves to be put through something they don't like, it should be me. And I guess I'm not certain as to how he would react to my apology.. I'm just assuming.. since that's what he did before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it's me that should swallow up my pride and say something to me dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how to end this, so byebye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-4049735085923191761?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/4049735085923191761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-sorry-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/4049735085923191761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/4049735085923191761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-sorry-sorry.html' title='Sorry sorry sorry'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-2259779656892883223</id><published>2009-08-14T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:42:35.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging, commence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SoXY1URN6xI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WJ9iOQU110g/s1600-h/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SoXY1URN6xI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WJ9iOQU110g/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369936541194775314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me and a giant trolley horse in downtown Wilmington. Honestly, I think she was the prettiest horse I've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condo is now made complete with both TV and cable internet! Though, I must say.. I think that after living without these things for a couple of weeks I've grown to enjoy my days without them. My days seem longer and I feel more productive throughout the day. It's insane how fast time flies when you're wasting time.. I learned to pay more attention to the simple things in life. Because it was those simple things, like the chirping of the birds outside my window and the feeling of accomplishment after cleaning (yes, I'm serious. and yes, I know how incredibly cheesy I sound right now), that made the day pass by a little bit faster. And as those days progressed, I no longer wanted them to end so soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Before, I'd spend hours and hours in front of some sort of screen. I think me realizing that there are things in life that can be more satisfying than that is one of my major accomplishments. Granted, I still enjoy watching TV and playing computer.. sometimes more than I should.. but I'm getting better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel.. calmer. Like, more at peace with myself. Not as negative, not as frantic, not as stressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ANYWAY, this really makes no sense.. but oh well, my mind put into words rarely does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As Steven would say, lates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-2259779656892883223?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/2259779656892883223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-commence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2259779656892883223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2259779656892883223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-commence.html' title='Blogging, commence!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SoXY1URN6xI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WJ9iOQU110g/s72-c/IMG_1414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-2534960017555006598</id><published>2009-08-10T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:48:10.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hop me</title><content type='html'>I spend a lot of my time at the library due to the fact that back at the home I have no TV or inernet access. Here, I spend much of my time facbooking/soompiing/mangaing/youtubing/etc. whilst all the high school kids around me work on their super genius summer homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a slacker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I have summer reading to do for AP English III and I have yet to purchase the books. I have to write some essays, make some lists, answer some questions.. additionally, I have some other things to do for some other classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's not all that bad.. I think the work load just seems compounded in ,light of my just moving here. It's just really stressful is all =\ I know this will bite me in the butt later, but I'm kinda looking forward for the school year to start. Things will stabilize, and I think I work better in stable situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;note to self:&lt;br /&gt;-the kitchen god's wife by amy tan&lt;br /&gt;-the color purple by walker&lt;br /&gt;-the dollmaker by arnow&lt;br /&gt;-the sun also rises by hemingway&lt;br /&gt;-slaugherhouse five by vonngut&lt;br /&gt;-east of eden by steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-$54 to coach taylor for uniform&lt;br /&gt;-white razor back&lt;br /&gt;-daddy, friday at 5pm&lt;br /&gt;-off on wed. and fri.&lt;br /&gt;-high school clinics at the park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-birth certificate&lt;br /&gt;-last report card&lt;br /&gt;-social security card&lt;br /&gt;-go after practice to coach bunn&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lkufhgklsdhflsjdhfskfdghklsdf&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I feel a bit overwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-2534960017555006598?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/2534960017555006598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/hop-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2534960017555006598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2534960017555006598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/hop-me.html' title='Hop me'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-3678502211084409535</id><published>2009-08-05T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:21:39.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything matters. Every fucking drop of rain, every ray of sunlight, every wisp of cloud matters and they matter because I can see them and if I can see them then they can see me and I know that there's an entire world that cares out there, hiding behind a world that doesn't, afraid to show who it really is and with or without you, I will drag that world out of the dirt and the blood and the muck until we live in it. Until we all live in it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emo to the max! but oh so much fun to read&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/"&gt;CHECK IT.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-3678502211084409535?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/3678502211084409535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/httppleasefindthisblogspotcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/3678502211084409535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/3678502211084409535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/httppleasefindthisblogspotcom.html' title='http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-7327593861522020144</id><published>2009-08-05T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:14:30.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Chloe: Green Hope Tennis Tryouts Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap these girls are amazing. I won one match (8-4), lost the other (8-0). Man, I am in way over my head. *Goes home to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better.. I really did try my best. But my best just isn't good enough. I lost both my matches. I'm not going to make the team, at least I don't think I'm going to make the team. ..no! That's not the way to think.. it's not over yet! I have one more day! Fighhhht!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S DO THIS! I've improved a lot in these past few days. I think I've picked up quite a bunch from the girls here. I lost one match (7-9) to the girl I lost 8-0 to on the first day, which is better. I won my other match (6-3). I don't know.. everything is really on the fence now. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 11 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to have made it, but the coach made an exception!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be like a "traveling-JV."&lt;br /&gt;I could not be happier.&lt;br /&gt;You won't regret this! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*TIME TO GET WORKING. THIS YEAR IS GOING TO BE INSANE INTENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-7327593861522020144?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/7327593861522020144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-of-chloe-green-hope-tennis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7327593861522020144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7327593861522020144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-of-chloe-green-hope-tennis.html' title='The Adventures of Chloe: Green Hope Tennis Tryouts Edition'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-6871090793382568547</id><published>2009-07-31T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:13:56.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SnNP87D5YhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aWf3CclSNNs/s1600-h/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SnNP87D5YhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aWf3CclSNNs/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364719489193173522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The amazing picture quality of this photo is bound to make anyone have the urge to spend hundreds of dollars on a fancy high tech camera :( I want one for my bday/xmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was taken on my dad's Canon video camera. Not the super camera I referred to earlier.. but amazing none the less. I already have a pretty nice Casio 7.2 megapixel camera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, why is it that the grass is always greener on the other side?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-6871090793382568547?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/6871090793382568547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/spoiled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6871090793382568547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/6871090793382568547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/spoiled.html' title='Spoiled'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/SnNP87D5YhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aWf3CclSNNs/s72-c/IMG_1380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-7626290807342597509</id><published>2009-07-31T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:56:05.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True works of art</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLgYX4x-NTI/SlOaYgULcxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ur_ytL9D1zw/s400/hahasushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLgYX4x-NTI/SlOaYgULcxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ur_ytL9D1zw/s400/hahasushi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLgYX4x-NTI/SlOaZsi_VZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/A7qbUy44550/s400/obama-sushi-25699-1234974549-5-thumb-374x247-78640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLgYX4x-NTI/SlOaZsi_VZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/A7qbUy44550/s400/obama-sushi-25699-1234974549-5-thumb-374x247-78640.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLgYX4x-NTI/SlOam7SNB3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/tWHCsJGhjzQ/s400/sushiart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLgYX4x-NTI/SlOam7SNB3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/tWHCsJGhjzQ/s400/sushiart1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both the taste and the asthetics.. what more can you ask for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-7626290807342597509?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/7626290807342597509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-works-of-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7626290807342597509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7626290807342597509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-works-of-art.html' title='True works of art'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLgYX4x-NTI/SlOaYgULcxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ur_ytL9D1zw/s72-c/hahasushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-813296394383982802</id><published>2009-07-30T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:57:32.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>I accidentally sent an e-mail that was supposed to be to my dad to the dean of students at Green Hope. I've never actually said this but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-813296394383982802?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/813296394383982802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/813296394383982802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/813296394383982802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-4098092394807943890</id><published>2009-07-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:16:36.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of home</title><content type='html'>Audrey is going to come to visit for a week this month! Yay! I already miss her :) And I'm excited that she gets to see the place before the end of the year. I'm going to ask her to bring somethings up from the house..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-4098092394807943890?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/4098092394807943890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/taste-of-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/4098092394807943890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/4098092394807943890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/taste-of-home.html' title='A taste of home'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-7830212126827959515</id><published>2009-07-29T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:15:38.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the hiccups</title><content type='html'>I am officially a student at Green Hope High School,&lt;br /&gt;and I could not be more nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hardcore here! All the classes seem very rigorous, their trophy cases are overflowing with accolades in every sport imaginable.. I think I'm in for a big challenge. Which is fine.. BRING IT ON NC! I'm gonna who you how us Texans do it ;) Wish me luck everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still can't believe how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; it is here. The trees are gorgeous, don't get me wrong. But wow.. it's so.. cliche. Like, the place where I'm living seems like it's been taken out from a scene in Desperate Housewives. And it RAINS! Woah, long time no see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start cleaning now.. I think my dad misses having someone take care of him~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-7830212126827959515?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/7830212126827959515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-hiccups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7830212126827959515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7830212126827959515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-hiccups.html' title='I have the hiccups'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-3322209022201449540</id><published>2009-07-23T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:03:08.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, Texas</title><content type='html'>1. I'll miss my sister I'm leaving behind at UT&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll miss my family I won't be able to see as often&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll miss all the friends I've made here&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll miss all the happy memories I've collected&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll miss the heat, strangely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived here my whole "remembered" life and it makes me sad to know that I'm leaving behind all the Texas things that I'm come to be familiar with. My parents insist that I'll like North Carolina. Maybe I will, and maybe I won't. I really have no clue at this point. I guess I'll just have to wait and see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm excited about the new school I will be going to&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm excited about all the new people I am going to meet&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm excited about the new way of life that I'm being thrown into&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm excited about the chance to "start over"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-3322209022201449540?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/3322209022201449540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-long-texas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/3322209022201449540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/3322209022201449540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-long-texas.html' title='So long, Texas'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-7784073753802230530</id><published>2009-07-23T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:55:53.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at a loss for words</title><content type='html'>Though there are so many things going through my head that I'd like to write about, I can seem to put any of it in decent words. You won't believe how many "drafts" I have that have yet to be posted. Maybe I should settle for posting meaningless, useless things?&lt;p&gt;Alrighty,well, since I'm drawing a blank as to what to say, here's a random fact about me: I love aquariums. But I've only been to one once or twice. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_gMFng3OpY/RdDWh3DsVAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8k36V49kMzA/s400/Whale%2520Sharks%2520In%2520Okinawa%2520Aquarium1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-7784073753802230530?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/7784073753802230530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-at-loss-for-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7784073753802230530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/7784073753802230530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-at-loss-for-words.html' title='I&apos;m at a loss for words'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_gMFng3OpY/RdDWh3DsVAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8k36V49kMzA/s72-c/Whale%2520Sharks%2520In%2520Okinawa%2520Aquarium1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480123729114960097.post-2958644208963639013</id><published>2009-07-18T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:21:38.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Self-Entertainment</title><content type='html'>How come no one blogs anymore? I remember the good ol' days when everyone had a Xanga. I'm gonna bring it back yo! This is mostly going to be for my own entertainment, since I doubt that anyone is really going to read this anyway. Hahah. But hey, if anyone finds that reading about my oh-so-exciting life helps pass the time, then kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you know me super well, then you'll know I like to make lists. They usually start popping up when I'm super stressed or have a lot on my mind. But in this case, I'm writing a list because it's just so much easier than stupid paragraph format. Hmm, this might come back to bite me in the butt later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to San Marcos today, had to leave early cause Audrey wasn't feeling well. We passed by Buda.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drag tomorrow with Mark! I'm still so full from Cheesecake Factory today.. I'm seriously questioning whether I'm going to be hungry enough to eat dinner tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;3. 10 more days until my flight. Lots to do until then. I'm going to miss you Texas! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey, c'mon let's play&lt;br /&gt;a song, or two or three, or four&lt;br /&gt;or five if you want more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pocket philosopher by mandy moore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480123729114960097-2958644208963639013?l=phamtc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/feeds/2958644208963639013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-self-entertainment_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2958644208963639013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480123729114960097/posts/default/2958644208963639013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamtc.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-self-entertainment_18.html' title='For Self-Entertainment'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13332686411573976707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PRXpzQSPGE/Su2c9XGqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U5w77GJwPZg/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
