<?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-6221426299605894791</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:04:45.279-08:00</updated><category term='Walk with God'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='korea'/><category term='asian'/><category term='beach'/><category term='liz'/><category term='care'/><category term='boys'/><category term='average'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='goal'/><category term='Satisfaction'/><category term='FML'/><category term='world war 2'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='pool'/><category term='homework'/><category term='summer'/><category term='elizabeth'/><category term='July fourth'/><category term='Living Stream Ministry'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='US History'/><category term='girl'/><category term='mom'/><category term='josh'/><category term='dating'/><category term='bakersfield'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='rant'/><category term='san diego'/><category term='man'/><category term='me'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='getting wet'/><category term='stress'/><category term='filled'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='God'/><category term='random'/><category term='bestfriend'/><category term='college'/><category term='normal'/><category term='Praise'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='school'/><category term='koo'/><category term='fears'/><category term='lizkoo'/><category term='fourth of july'/><category term='scary'/><category term='dead'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='people'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='strength'/><category term='sucks'/><category term='Love'/><category term='men'/><category term='Imitators'/><category term='hot'/><category term='fail'/><category term='fat'/><category term='chinese'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='best friend'/><title type='text'>My Life In Christ</title><subtitle type='html'>My daily/weekly experiences with Christ, who I love dearly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-7020783031969380486</id><published>2010-07-10T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T18:11:29.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imitators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My Walk with God:Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I'm really sad right now. This morning, my parents yelled at me for a very long time. It didn't make things any better that my mom went to go talk to my dad about it.  They aren't very happy with me.  They don't trust me at all, and they think I go out way too much.  Then, after my mom discussed this with my dad, he blew up at her, and at me.  Now, I'm not allowed to drive anymore. Only once a week. which is pretty much not driving anymore.  It's just so stressful and depressing that I got my driving privileges taken way when I haven't done anything wrong.  That's not even the whole problem.  My dad, well, it just feels like we don't have a really good father-daughter relationship.  It seems like he doesn't really love me as much as my two younger brothers.  I am his least favorite.  He constantly yells at me, and gets angry at me whether or not it is my fault.  I do have to admit; most of the time it is my fault, but sometimes it isn't.  And when it isn't, he holds this assumption that it is.  I don't know, it just makes me really upset sometimes.  I am not as loved as the others.  But the thing is, it's not even entirely his fault.  Most of the time it is my fault too.  I always ask for too much, and I never appreciate what I have.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, this entire scenario wouldn't have happened if I didn't want more, as in want to drive to BOTH gym AND russo's.  At first my mom let me choose just one place to go.  But I had to open my stupid big mouth, and keep begging for more.  Therefore, it caused her to talk to my dad about it.  He got really angry, and screamed at me, saying I always want to go out.  Then compromised that I can only drive once a week.  I feel really bad.  I shouldn't have been so greedy.  Oh Lord, I just need your forgiveness for always yelling and arguing back.  It's just been so hard for me.  Just forgive me Lord Jesus.  I really need You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even with this whole situation happening to me, I still have to remember to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice." Philippians 4:4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop being mean, bad-tempered, and angry. Quarreling, harsh words, and dislike of others should have no place in your lives. Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving you because you belong to Christ. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ephesians 4: 31-32 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh Lord Jesus.  Just because my dad doesn't have Christ doesn't mean I should be like him too.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Become therefore imitators of God, as beloved children;" Ephesians 5:1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The footnote for this verse says, "What a GLORIOUS fact that since we are HIs beloved children we can be imitators of God!  as the children of God, we have His life and nature.  We imitate Him, not by our natural life, but by His divine life.  it is by our FATHER's DIVINE LIFE that we, His children, can be perfect as He is." Indeed it is glorious!  Christ forgave us for all our sins, and not only forgave but forget.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forgive me Lord.  I shouldn't have been angry with him, instead, I need to forgive him.  If You can forgive us after all the sins we have committed, I need to be able to.  But, I'm not able to do this by myself.  I need You Lord.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I can do all things in Him who empowers me." Philippians 4:13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise the Lord for His Loving Nature and ability to forgive and forget about all our sins.  I just need Christ to be my Strength and empowerment in order to forgive my dad, and not hold it in my heart.  But really, the thing is: I just need God. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-7020783031969380486?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7020783031969380486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-walk-with-godforgiveness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/7020783031969380486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/7020783031969380486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-walk-with-godforgiveness.html' title='My Walk with God:Forgiveness'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-6944531412536888060</id><published>2010-07-07T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:15:34.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Stream Ministry'/><title type='text'>My Walk with God: Stress.</title><content type='html'>Just now, I just experienced an extremely stressful situation.  It's been so difficult to go through. &lt;div&gt;I just feel I have way too many expectations for people, that are extremely unnecessary.  I ask God for forgiveness from all these expectations I have from others.  Because really, everything else WILL disappoint us eventually. No matter what it is.  This time, for me, it was because of a friend.  I expected from this person to eventually become my best friend later on, and pressured him.  However, after doing this, I immediately felt so much guilt.  I repented to God, and felt so much peace afterwards.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we just need to trust in God in everything He plans for our lives.  We cannot rely on ourselves or others anymore.  Everything WILL disappoint us.  The only thing that won't upset us is Christ Himself.  That's all we need.  Just God.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though the problem may still exist, God is there to guide us through the pains, the sorrows, the stress, and our unhappiness.  He's the only one we can rely on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Verses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed. (Deuteronomy 31:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It's absolutely correct! he will NEVER fail us or forsake us.  We don't need to worry anymore.  We just need to trust 100% in Him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. (Psalm 9:9-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. (Psalm 32:7-8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;Praise the Lord! He has given us a place to stay: IN HIM!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;It's absolutely wonderful the feeling I have right now. To be in the Spirit, turning to our God. So marvelous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;Currently, I'm listening to "What made you die for me?" by Living Stream Ministry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What made you die for me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was your enemy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You became a curse for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, what a mystery.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My God, you died for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You died for me, your enemy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;We were his enemy, but now we can finally be in Him! Praise the Lord! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-6944531412536888060?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6944531412536888060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-walk-with-god-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/6944531412536888060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/6944531412536888060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-walk-with-god-stress.html' title='My Walk with God: Stress.'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-8507137170348905035</id><published>2010-07-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:00:13.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satisfaction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My Walk with God: Satisfaction.</title><content type='html'>Satisfaction: noun,&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;the contentment one feels when one has fulfilled a desire, need, or expectation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today, many consider money, fame, power, and other materialistic objects as things that satisfy us.  We constantly search and search for the one thing that gives us content.  However, these things really, have no worth.  They might give us temporary happiness, but they really do not fill us up.  The only thing that can actually satisfy us is Christ Himself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Daily Testimony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Basically, today was just a normal, regular day.  I went to summer school for an hour class, waited for my mom to pick me up, and went to costco and came home.  I sat around, looking for something to do.  Then, with my new privileges (I can finally drive now!), I drove to Kohl's and Target, hoping to entertain myself.  However, shopping was quite dull.  I wasn't into it, whatsoever.  I just felt so unhappy.  I thought to myself, "maybe if I bought something? Then maybe I can be happy."  However, after trying on about 20 clothes, and finding only two appealing, I considered buying it.  But I don't know, there was just something in my heart that was telling me not to buy it. God.  He told me it wasn't necessary, and I should just head home.  I came home emptyhanded, and still wasn't satisfied with my monotonous day.  My next best option: Watching tv.  I turn it on, then lay on the couch for a good 3 hours, hoping to feel something, like a happiness of some sort.  There was none, whatsoever.  I didn't feel anything. Just more stress and unhappiness, and burdened for something to do. Exhausted, I went to my computer and started to talk to friends, but yet this emptiness still existed there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;but &lt;b&gt;HALLELUJAH! &lt;/b&gt;After longing for hours, I was finally filled up with Christ Jesus! He satisfied me completely, and filled the hole in my heart.  &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/6221426299605894791-8507137170348905035?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8507137170348905035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-walk-with-god-satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/8507137170348905035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/8507137170348905035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-walk-with-god-satisfaction.html' title='My Walk with God: Satisfaction.'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-1989918006363722991</id><published>2009-08-14T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:36:21.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><title type='text'>I know I haven't posted in a long time. RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUYMKZ7MbI/AAAAAAAAACg/lOWiorWx5f0/s1600-h/edit1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUYMKZ7MbI/AAAAAAAAACg/lOWiorWx5f0/s320/edit1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369724727939772850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally here's an entry:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bakersfield, CA has been pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got hair extensions:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're dark brown, so they match my hair completely.  Finally, long hair that I have been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shopped at mall and got that purple shirt from Charlotte Russe.  It was only 4 dollars:] plus tax. but that's really whatever. my mom gave me money anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUY-k6PE2I/AAAAAAAAACo/R2rEDgGV5Gc/s1600-h/beautiful.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 415px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUY-k6PE2I/AAAAAAAAACo/R2rEDgGV5Gc/s320/beautiful.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369725594048074594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha just an a few weeks ago i editted my picture with some photo editting thing that my cousin (wanyi @ www.whymewanyi.blogspot.com) showed me.  I think it's pretty coooool.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUZpI9chyI/AAAAAAAAACw/Si9DlAYlCGU/s1600-h/DSC09643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUZpI9chyI/AAAAAAAAACw/Si9DlAYlCGU/s320/DSC09643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369726325279721250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, i went swimming with my homies.  The pool was absolutely amazing. It had a gorgeous scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it was huge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go someplace like this with my future boyfriend.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahaah. not husband because this place is not good enough.  I really can't wait for my honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUaR2e85VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-tEMjZSMlVI/s1600-h/DSC09641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUaR2e85VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-tEMjZSMlVI/s320/DSC09641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369727024694617426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes those are my sexy feet. :P Haha just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when summer is so dull and boring, what i do for fun, besides SAT classes (yes they are amazingly fun:P) are taking photoshoots with myself.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i know i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUa3KZ28BI/AAAAAAAAADA/tRQSrCE1KqE/s1600-h/DSC09774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUa3KZ28BI/AAAAAAAAADA/tRQSrCE1KqE/s320/DSC09774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369727665697124370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUbXDO9QkI/AAAAAAAAADI/8Tt1bZN4hgE/s1600-h/DSC09701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUbXDO9QkI/AAAAAAAAADI/8Tt1bZN4hgE/s320/DSC09701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369728213528166978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backyard is really pretty.   I'm so happy we got grass recently. :)  It costs my parents a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for all you asian girls out there who want to see white guys. (yes i mean YOU! [wanyi's friends]) here is one.  I took it with him in Korea, when we went on an orch. trip.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUcipP8OWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tc5qyy-RDZ8/s1600-h/josh+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUcipP8OWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tc5qyy-RDZ8/s320/josh+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369729512223029602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the guys that all the korean girls went crazy for. (ie: stalked all over korea to hug/kiss them)---especially the blonde one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUdmZ7MI6I/AAAAAAAAADY/lZQWaqkXMaY/s1600-h/DSC09084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 406px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUdmZ7MI6I/AAAAAAAAADY/lZQWaqkXMaY/s320/DSC09084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369730676340564898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUegc7cxsI/AAAAAAAAADg/xj29yq2gwpE/s1600-h/DSC09089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUegc7cxsI/AAAAAAAAADg/xj29yq2gwpE/s320/DSC09089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369731673579374274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More of the first guy who took a picture with me.  Actually, my friends thought he was interested in me too, because he kept talking to me, and smiling at me.  However, we found out that he had a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Korean girls loved him too.&lt;br /&gt;However, not as much as they loved the blonde one in the other picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i got a lot of adoring "fans" too. They wanted to take pictures with me and shake my hand.  Completely different from American girls. (which some are sluts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUfwMqSpvI/AAAAAAAAADo/OnGYNpKRjHU/s1600-h/DSC09090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUfwMqSpvI/AAAAAAAAADo/OnGYNpKRjHU/s320/DSC09090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369733043601975026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys' pleasure, more white guys.:D&lt;br /&gt;next to him, is my bestfriend, Josh.  He's superr chillll. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUg9ii6_PI/AAAAAAAAADw/zq03AAA-80Y/s1600-h/DSC08606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUg9ii6_PI/AAAAAAAAADw/zq03AAA-80Y/s320/DSC08606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369734372326571250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. this white guy has a six pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUiLhZFOvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lowpMp4NftI/s1600-h/DSC09272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUiLhZFOvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lowpMp4NftI/s320/DSC09272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369735712046660338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was me and my prom date. :]&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to show a lot of people these pictures because I thought i looked not good.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been a long random blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;liizkoo.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah. kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-1989918006363722991?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1989918006363722991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-i-havent-posted-in-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/1989918006363722991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/1989918006363722991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-i-havent-posted-in-long-time.html' title='I know I haven&apos;t posted in a long time. RANDOM.'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SoUYMKZ7MbI/AAAAAAAAACg/lOWiorWx5f0/s72-c/edit1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-5927773865232659823</id><published>2009-07-13T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:46:51.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found this ;]</title><content type='html'>funniest shit ever.&lt;br /&gt;so true. so so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are Gracious and Amicable&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-5927773865232659823?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5927773865232659823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/found-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/5927773865232659823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/5927773865232659823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/found-this.html' title='found this ;]'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-8847975339754494854</id><published>2009-07-04T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:58:36.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourth of july'/><title type='text'>7.04.09 Shittiest Fourth of July EVER.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;Well for fourth of July coming to San Diego was the worst decision I have ever made ever.&lt;br /&gt;It's Iris's last year here, &amp;amp; I can't even go back to Bakersfield to spend the last year for her.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm stuck doing here is studying for my US History exams.&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we're leaving really late, so it's like going to be like 11 or 12 when we get home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go back to Bakersfield for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back.&lt;br /&gt;If I do , I don't think I can make it back.&lt;br /&gt;It really depresses me .&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do in this house.&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave., see Iris and my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;So badly.&lt;br /&gt;We're not going to the beach anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What our original plan was,&lt;br /&gt;We can't go here .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk-ltcsyCeI/AAAAAAAAACY/bJyOOoeEcKc/s1600-h/178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk-ltcsyCeI/AAAAAAAAACY/bJyOOoeEcKc/s320/178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354680682183526882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes I took it.&lt;br /&gt;But, we AREN't GOING THERE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing shit today.&lt;br /&gt;I don't count homework as shit.&lt;br /&gt;I hate life, currently.&lt;br /&gt;This Fourth of July blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-8847975339754494854?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8847975339754494854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/70409-shittiest-fourth-of-july-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/8847975339754494854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/8847975339754494854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/70409-shittiest-fourth-of-july-ever.html' title='7.04.09 Shittiest Fourth of July EVER.'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk-ltcsyCeI/AAAAAAAAACY/bJyOOoeEcKc/s72-c/178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-7612033319157089617</id><published>2009-07-04T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:44:24.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><title type='text'>7.04.09, 1:24 AM, People who think me &amp; my bestfriend are dating...</title><content type='html'>are annoying as fuck. &lt;div&gt;(sorry for profanity but it is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deal with this shit all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are not dating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are not boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we act like it, we just like the chill &amp;amp; have fun, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz we're just amazing to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the time saying to Josh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you should date lizkoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not, you should fuck her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is wrong with all you people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hang out with him so much because he's an amazing person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; we've been so close for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like ever since 8th grade, even though i was a bitch to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I starting ranting on and on to him about how this pisses me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was especially annoying seeing my cousin saying on a facebook comment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of me and josh (I dont know if she thinks I'm dating him or what, I told her we were only bestfriends, and she thinks it's inappropriate to have a boy bestfriend. Even though she has some. I think? Let's not assume, she could use this info against me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways it was this picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk8T075QO5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/D54h7MKEDB0/s320/eeeeee.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354520282118765458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;elizabeth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;wtf?!?!?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;were exactly was this?!??!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;It's not like we were dating either. It was just for a dance at this medical program called HOSA, and we just accidently matched. So we decided to take a pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It pisses me off how dense some people are . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not believe me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just retorted back at her, "It was at the HOSA medical program. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it seems liek we're dating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, we can't ever .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because no matter if he wants to or likes me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont like him .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I think that's the main thing of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF we had a mutual in love for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we will date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, we don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we marry, it's fine, it doesn't matter, because I know that God has everythign planned out for our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we don't, alright, we'll have better people for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hate how people make generalizations about us, when we're not even in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess this makes me feel a lot better, ranting on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gives me peace. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/6221426299605894791-7612033319157089617?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7612033319157089617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/70409-124-am-people-who-think-we-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/7612033319157089617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/7612033319157089617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/70409-124-am-people-who-think-we-my.html' title='7.04.09, 1:24 AM, People who think me &amp; my bestfriend are dating...'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk8T075QO5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/D54h7MKEDB0/s72-c/eeeeee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-1231853277790208786</id><published>2009-07-04T00:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:20:24.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakersfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July fourth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><title type='text'>7.03.09: Traveling to San Diego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It toook way . too long to get here. &lt;div&gt;Like, it took 6 hrs. not including eating for an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it killed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without the stupid traffic jam, it wouldn't have took sooo long, only4 hrs. the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLAH. I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bahhh.       so gay .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aghgghghghghghghhghgghgh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope tomorrow will be a.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk8Htt-THsI/AAAAAAAAACI/9PF_wT9Ck0Q/s320/IMG01477.jpg" style="text-align: right;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354506963983212226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, it's already 12 AM , so that means &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's JULY FOURTH.!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fireworks are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually my July Fourth is filled with asian potlucks, bad asian kids playing with fire, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exploding firecrackers, craziness with my homies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, guess what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a bad decision, I'm in San Diego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I'm bored as hell . It's at my brothers' friend's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing house, but it has nothing to do there. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, I really want to go back to Bakersfield,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how bad the weather is .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my bestfriend, &amp;amp; iris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go back to them, to the park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iris and I always wanted a guy to watch the fireworks with.  That would be so amazing, . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was our "goal" for Fourth of July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I think I have a guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most amazing guy I have ever met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh, my bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's 100000x better than any hot guy on the universe .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides my husband, but that's a long time from now:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently he's the one that makes me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I sound like I'm dating him, but .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe bestfriends is way better than boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less drama, more happiness, and more room for other people .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, I want to fufill this goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Josh, my bestfriend, and the one I love .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.phillyburbs.com/news/bct/wp-content/blogs.dir/3/files/2008/06/wk_of_6.30_/0701Fireworks.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1280px; height: 1024px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-1231853277790208786?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1231853277790208786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/70309-traveling-to-san-diego_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/1231853277790208786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/1231853277790208786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/70309-traveling-to-san-diego_04.html' title='7.03.09: Traveling to San Diego.'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk8Htt-THsI/AAAAAAAAACI/9PF_wT9Ck0Q/s72-c/IMG01477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-7481849371529532333</id><published>2009-07-04T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:36:40.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7.03.09: Traveling to San Diego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-7481849371529532333?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7481849371529532333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/70309-traveling-to-san-diego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/7481849371529532333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/7481849371529532333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/70309-traveling-to-san-diego.html' title='7.03.09: Traveling to San Diego.'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-432601835432875697</id><published>2009-07-02T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:43:41.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7.1.09 NORMALITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk0NDKk9ZtI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZADZGqGjcRI/s1600-h/IMG01458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353949880043529938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk0NDKk9ZtI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZADZGqGjcRI/s320/IMG01458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot the pictures I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today to show.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, well, since I HATE talking about scary things, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's change the subject, and talk about amazing, beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;clouds, rainbows, and HELLO KITTY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That reminds me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got these amazing EARRINGS at nashville, they're rainbow peace signs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of the beautifulness of them. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I know they're really sexy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, besides the death and everything of it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life has been pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to the movies today to celebrate my belated birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 YEARS OLD BABY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what that means;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GET MY DRIVERS LICENSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents think the insurance is TOO expensive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; that I'm NOT MATURE enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, it was hard for me to believe too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do anything, abnormal .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I dont believe so anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm pretty ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do the stuff that every normal girls do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taa la ta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love liizkoo:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-432601835432875697?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/432601835432875697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7109-normality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/432601835432875697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/432601835432875697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7109-normality.html' title='7.1.09 NORMALITY'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sk0NDKk9ZtI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZADZGqGjcRI/s72-c/IMG01458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-3315236271187915233</id><published>2009-07-02T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:34:29.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world war 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting wet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='average'/><title type='text'>7.2.09: blah, summer school.</title><content type='html'>Today, I watched a WWII movie.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I don't feel a need to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;All I know it was scary,&lt;br /&gt;Well I think so anyways. I'm not exactly sure, I looked away for like the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;One thing is I hate dead people, disfigured people, injured people, people on stretchers, people wrapped up on stretchers, people flipped off of the stretchers into the ocean, people getting bombed, &amp;amp; pretty much everything that has to do with dead something.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, and burnt people,&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much looked at my teacher's coke cup from Costco the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Even my bestfriend says so. But I dont give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was pretty funny, cuz after the first dead person I saw, or actually wrapped up person who was dead, I tried to find places to look for instead of the TV. I looked at the door.&lt;br /&gt;way too close . On the corner of my eye I could see the DEADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;So I looked all over, looked at my bag, texted, looked at the movie for a minute,&lt;br /&gt;heard the word casualties, dead, dying, 200,000, hurt, injured&lt;br /&gt;and looked back.&lt;br /&gt;at the good ole NOT dead coke cup from costco.&lt;br /&gt;Eeee It was a good feeling to know that Coke IS NOT alive, so IT CANNOT DIE.&lt;br /&gt;phewww.&lt;br /&gt;It relieved me.  Hearing bombings, and the word dead is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a young girl, my brothers would always like the WWII movies.  One of them were called,&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Harbor.&lt;br /&gt;So I watched it, and there was this part where the people were burned and walking like they were dead, and the nurses couldn't help them and they were going to be abandoned on the ship,&lt;br /&gt;wow that freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;Another time was when there were hands sticking out the ship, and it was sinking because it was bombed by the Japanese kamikazi , so they couldn't get out ,&lt;br /&gt;and I just knew they were going to die, no matter how much their hands and themselves wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;And it was one the scariest things I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know it's pretty pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm jsut scared of Lame stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;And also Holocaust. Laying dead bodies.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEHHEHEHEEHEHEHEHHESJDL:AJK:LDKFJ; lakjsdl;k j;a&lt;br /&gt;It just freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;and my heart beats a little faster.&lt;br /&gt;and I look away.&lt;br /&gt;BAH, I'm scared of like dead, and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I have NO idea how life is gonna be like when I become a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;wow, I dont know how i'm gonna past that test where we have to pretend to operate on dead people. wait, it's NOT PRETEND. IT"S REAL DEAD PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I'll just give up my life dream.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. I'll just become ...&lt;br /&gt;a monk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; live out in the middle of nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;then I dont have to see dead.&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;on .&lt;br /&gt;the .&lt;br /&gt;operating.&lt;br /&gt;bed.&lt;br /&gt;who.&lt;br /&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I am a normal person. with a normal mind.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you believe me??'&lt;br /&gt;What ? Why are you looking at me that way.&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE I"M NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I dislike dead things, and get turned on by fat men ,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean I'm not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; checking out hot girls is okay right, esp. when i'm COMPLETELY STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; reading anime porn to get wet/&lt;br /&gt;it's normal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the average 16 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-3315236271187915233?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3315236271187915233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7209-blah-summer-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/3315236271187915233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/3315236271187915233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7209-blah-summer-school.html' title='7.2.09: blah, summer school.'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-5396352017278013537</id><published>2009-07-01T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:58:10.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7.1.09: slowest day. ever.12: 53 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, sleeping at like 3 AM really hit me . I'm dying here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh and I are doing nothing currently. We're at a BC computer &amp;amp; not talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's pissed, &amp;amp; I know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! Today, I took a lot of pictures . :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bland history book.  What I have been (or tried to ) fill myself with for the past 3 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, it has been an unsuccessful feat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353582685562960034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sku_FoipeKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-I2hxPmOcqY/s320/IMG01455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-5396352017278013537?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5396352017278013537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7109-slowest-day-ever12-53-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/5396352017278013537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/5396352017278013537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7109-slowest-day-ever12-53-pm.html' title='7.1.09: slowest day. ever.12: 53 PM'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/Sku_FoipeKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-I2hxPmOcqY/s72-c/IMG01455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-2428842848332974759</id><published>2009-07-01T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:10:09.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elizabeth'/><title type='text'>7.1.09: reflection</title><content type='html'>Blah I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Very. But there's just something that's keeping me from sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;After looking at what I wrote below, I feel a little immature. &lt;br /&gt;I love rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a little strange to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I do many things that are strange in general.&lt;br /&gt;I dont enjoy seeing people .&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Not always. Just sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;There's just something in me that's not longing it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like there's something trapped inside; my true self; that I want to show people,&lt;br /&gt;but it's just way tooo difficult .&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;My brain feels even too intricate for my mind to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, it is pretty ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Life is just strange to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love my life sometimes, yet I hate it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone gets that.&lt;br /&gt;There are days where I feel like I"m the shittiest person on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;Yet there are days when I'm up on Cloud Nine.&lt;br /&gt;It's very moody &amp;amp; depressing @ times.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm ADD, but sometimes I'm just straight serious.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I never do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 16.&lt;br /&gt;Just turned it too.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know who I am yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to find myself.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out world, I'm coming out soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-2428842848332974759?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2428842848332974759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7109-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/2428842848332974759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/2428842848332974759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7109-reflection.html' title='7.1.09: reflection'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-8971115626655279339</id><published>2009-07-01T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:51:56.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7.1.09: Bedtime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My bedtime was longgg past . :P&lt;/span&gt; it's already 1:51 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I was editting this blog , pah, it's soo cooool to edittt:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;eee i have still those dumbass essays to do. i will do them EVENTUALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sleeping now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love liizkoo:]&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/6221426299605894791-8971115626655279339?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8971115626655279339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7109-bedtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/8971115626655279339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/8971115626655279339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/7109-bedtime.html' title='7.1.09: Bedtime.'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-3486733068341743499</id><published>2009-07-01T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:56:00.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>About me.&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I forgot that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This , instead of my day, shouldve been the first blog to start. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ooops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have ADD. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Don't discriminate. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My name is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Elizabet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;h Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I go by liizkoo, liz, eliz, kookoo, kookookachoo, or just koo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Make me a nickname, I dont mind;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm obssessed with rainbows, blue clouds, and Hello K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;itty. I even painted a picture for my class:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Blah, This feels like my myspace profile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;My best friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;NOT BOYFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; is amaaaazing.&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksO16SzDZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dn9o2T3Twz4/s1600-h/DSC09863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksO16SzDZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dn9o2T3Twz4/s320/DSC09863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353388901403921810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. I'm just kidding. My bestfriend is not as&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as that man above.&lt;br /&gt;;] (just kidding again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here's my actual bestfriend. I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;NOT BOYFRIEND. ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;NOT BOYFRIEND. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(I believe that if you say it enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;BESTFRIEND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;= &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comprendiste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksQx5q8bqI/AAAAAAAAABA/4dfypkAHm0Y/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksQx5q8bqI/AAAAAAAAABA/4dfypkAHm0Y/s320/DSC00112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353391031540543138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S. He has low esteem. Dont say he's ug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ly, or else I'll be forced to hurt you horribly.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;That means YOU PEOPLE. (WANYI.FISHY.)= my 18 yr. old cousin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(who looks like she's 12. :P it's okay! Some people are just late bloomer wanyi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i'm kidding. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Even though I hate awkward situations, I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; in them A LOT. (prom PROM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PROM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PROM=worst thing ever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I WILL someday write a blog about my prom situation.  It's PRETTY SHITTY. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It involves TWO boys &amp;amp; the one that I DONT like. which was the WORST part.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;PAH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You guys will just have to wait that whole taiwanese drama . &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;AKA: my PROM experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The cooolest thing was that I WA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;S ONLY A SOPHOMORE IN HIGH SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;WOOHOO.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm loveeee hottt boysss.:] sexy men turn me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksUUGMnNLI/AAAAAAAAABI/Zz9R9zvNYs0/s1600-h/loveee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksUUGMnNLI/AAAAAAAAABI/Zz9R9zvNYs0/s320/loveee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353394917553419442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Remind me to talk about my HOSA (health occupations students of America)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This medical thing. Amazing, yet shitty stufff came from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I will talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;..eventually;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love editting pictu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;res. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;....what else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;is there about me?&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;family.  I believe in the saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"Cant live with them, Can't live without them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;So true.  It's hard to deal with their "boundaries", but without them, I wouldn't become the person I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;weird &amp;amp; strange &amp;amp; crazy, yet the serious one, only one can be han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;dled, ADD inflicted, cute asian things lover, Elizabeth Koo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksVt0Lu33I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tZ0j8zT3aeM/s1600-h/DSC09968+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksVt0Lu33I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tZ0j8zT3aeM/s320/DSC09968+edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353396458906115954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;ACCEPT ME for WHO I AM . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love liizkoo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221426299605894791-3486733068341743499?l=liizkoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3486733068341743499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-me3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/3486733068341743499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221426299605894791/posts/default/3486733068341743499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liizkoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-me3.html' title='About me.&lt;3'/><author><name>lizkoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346558371694562474</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/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksNNXUscHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/31_6LPe9CCM/S220/DSC09990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksO16SzDZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dn9o2T3Twz4/s72-c/DSC09863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221426299605894791.post-2965778068035211825</id><published>2009-06-30T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:13:04.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lizkoo'/><title type='text'>6.30.09: US History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I started off getting up at 5:30 AM.  A typical day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a gay final exam for my US history class, which I did not want to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I studied for like 6+ hours, which i never do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(because i'm a failure to the asian (specifically Chinese, because that's what i am) community. :P ~which is why my parents wont let me drive. :(  [i'll write requirements for my driving later.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I woke up drowsy and stumbled in to take a shower.  Btw, I just came back from Nashville which was utterly amazing. I have no idea how it relates to my shower, oh well:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friends tell me i have a form of ADD. Its pretty bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I even took a test and it said I did.  Although my mother denies it, she said I just dream WAY too much. Blah, my mother is so ASIAN. pah, it's really... how do you say, annoying? She talks and talks and talks about college, school, AP classes, SATs, scholarships, and how she can't pay for me when I go to college (because apparently they haven't saved really any money for it due to the econmic crisis of America; even though it doesn't change the prices of the food or whatever, which pisses me off.  I want cheaper fooood .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH yeah . I was supposed to write about my day. Ooops forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But after I showered, I got up, studied about some progressive era or whatever it's called.  I think the most interesting thing is reading about women.  They're everywhere, and they want everything.  Marriage rights, voting rights, prostitution allowment (is that a word? whatever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's annoying sometimes. Oh well, at least I dont live in that era thankfully.  I can be a controlling freak to my future husband. YAY. (I'm just kidding... Kind of .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, I study until like 7:00 AM, and my mom freaks. She comes to the kitchen (where I study) and she's like OMG. IT'S 7. THEY ARE GOING TO BE LATE (my younger brothers who have a class at like 7:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Background info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their class is in Garces High School.  This is where they take summer school.  It takes like fucking 30 minutes to get to the High School. (Sorry for the profanity.  I have been under the influence of Indian boys for 7 days straight.  It kind of gets to me. ) It is a Catholic School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We head off to school.  I, for once do not sleep in the car. It was utterly amazing.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I go into my class. I have two classes a day , US History A and US HIstory B.  I do not comprehend WHY we have two.  Apparently it is WAY too hard to cover EVERYTHING in a year in only one class. :P It's really gay.  Even the math class, uh, Stats only has one period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, this class pretty much takes up half my day.  Thankfully it is at the easiest college you can ever think of :) BC (Bakersfield College) in good ol' Bakersfield, California (where I have been residing for the past 16 years of my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weather is utterly horrible.  Not horrible as in Tennessee humidity or even worse, INDIA HUMIDITY. Man, that kills. Or which I heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, it was about ...115-120 degrees Fahrenheit today.  Soo fucking hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was bad. I felt like it was an oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well. My ADD self is getting to me. I'm talking all this BS and everything. I have to finish my day. BAH. GAH. HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I go into US History A at 8AM (sigh, I want school to end already), and sit down in my usual spot. It is next to some white lady.  She has really pretty nails, and they have many colors with zebra stripes.  It's like different on each finger.  It's so weird.  Someday, I WILL get her nails. SOMEDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Background info: I am a nail biter.  It SUCKS (dick.jk.). It is difficult to change.  It really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thankfully, my teacher, whose named Mr. Parker, is blind.  I can text, listen to my ipod and do whatever shit I want.  Life is good.  Its 100x better than my current high school, Stockdale.  Stockdale is full of spoiled white people who get whatever shit they want.  Also, due to their high conceited selves, they believe that they can get anything they want (even a grade they didn't earn. O.O Cheating is apparently one of the worst things a person could do, except maybe like killing people or whatever, but that's on a whole different level. (this is according to my parents.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like for example, there is this boy, named Michael.  He gets shit from people and his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People hate him.  He's annoying.  It's like living in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parents (probably) hate him too.  But they're richass lawyers &amp;amp; they dont want to hear him complain ever single moment of his life, so they give him whatever he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH. YEAH. my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay.  Well, I study in this Parker class. study really hard. I go REALLY HARD into it. (not perverted) it: being material i'm studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Study study Study study Study study Study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to pee. I quickly hurry to the restroom.  On my way, some scary white dude, wearing a suit and tie, but looks like he's desperate and single asks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"are you Japanese?" and smiles. i'm just like , no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Background info: I'm chinese. 100%. However, my ancestors immmigrated from China to Malaysia, where my other relatives currently stay in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walk into the bathroom and look @ myself.  This is what I look like .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksLQdFEfzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P7pmHT5LZ6w/s1600-h/IMG01446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rTsRhi6deA/SksLQdFEfzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P7pmHT5LZ6w/s320/IMG01446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353384959371673394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I LOOK JAPANESE TO YOU?!?!?!?!?! o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I quickly leave the bathroom. and walk the other direction to avoid this creepy dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, I see my fucking stalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EW. He's so ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Background info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day, of two weeks ago, He came up to me and was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: "I'm Gill. What's your name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: "uh,, liz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: "How long have you been in BC?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: "I"m in highschool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HIm: *looks shocked* "Oh. Did you just graduate.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: "uhhh.. no. I'm a sophomore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: *EVEN MORE SHOCKED* I just graduated from Ridgeview. (aka: the getto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: Do you drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: *thinking WTF* uh. sometimes. *smile nervously*sometimes=once at a party and a sip which was disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: Do you have a boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: no. I dont want one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: WHY NOT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: just dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: *stupidly rants off talking about my bestfriend Josh Le, who I love so much.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know Josh Le? From your philosophy class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: OH yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: He's my bestfriend, but i'll NEVER date him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: YOU"RE SO MEAN. (what a brat .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: yeah. I just dont like him that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: *Pulls out his phone.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whats your number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: *i dont want to give it to him, but i didn't think and did*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uh...***-**** (sorry.  I dont want random people calling me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: i'll text you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOd, scary scary scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started putting myself down for the rest of my 2nd history class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh. I dont know what I was thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lame. Lame Lame. me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, then we start texting ,and i say i dont want to hang out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and he stops talkign to me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THANK GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MY DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CONCENTRATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FML. I HAVE ADD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I go into my 2nd class, &amp;amp; prepare myself for the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I talk to the teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;instead of giving me the midterm I've been studyign for so long, he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You can just do the study guide questions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FML.FML.FML.FML.FML.FML.FML.FML.FML.FML.FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;life sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then, I saw that the test was hard and actually became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thankful for my situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but the DUMB essay questions are like 3 part answers. Its like 3 questions in one. NOT FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, it's 12 AM , and instead of doing the essay questions, i'm writing a blog for the first time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes i know I suck at time management.  I've been told numerous times by my asian parents who wished I studied instead of talking to my bestfriend Josh or youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I better talk later. 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