<?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-5933931004693199710</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:41:57.299-07:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='hsm3'/><category term='good conversations'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category term='retail  therapy'/><category term='name'/><category term='music'/><category term='wisdom teeth'/><category term='fall'/><category term='himym'/><category term='faith'/><category term='good times'/><category term='hair'/><category term='life'/><category term='home'/><category term='irvine'/><category term='personality'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='insurance'/><category term='welcome week'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='good people'/><category term='japan'/><category term='transitions'/><category term='tv'/><category term='fail'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='bento box'/><category term='hairvolution'/><category term='new york'/><category term='hsm'/><category term='timing'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='2008'/><category term='the office'/><category term='motp'/><category term='val emmich'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>WHAT'S IT GONNA BE</title><subtitle type='html'>'CAUSE I CAN'T PRETEND</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-5557031855425767710</id><published>2009-05-15T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:41:21.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>Did you say it? I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life. Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it. But every now and then, look around. Drink it in. 'Cause this is it. It may all be gone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know this, but if for some reason you forgot, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-5557031855425767710?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5557031855425767710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=5557031855425767710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5557031855425767710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5557031855425767710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-6419319423241549404</id><published>2009-05-04T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:50:23.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't posted on here in a minute</title><content type='html'>Most of my random happenings have been on my &lt;a href="http://huwhat.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, but since &lt;a href="http://blogginlikeavillain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cressa&lt;/a&gt; blogged I've decided to post one up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini update on my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Work is chill. I really like some of the kids, and I really don't like some as well. It is satifying knowing that some of the kids really like me. Of course the sole filipino kid loves me. And OF COURSE one of my favorite kids happens to be the jerk. -_-&lt;br /&gt;2. Music is awesome. In relation to my voice lessons, I recorded in the studio again last week and it was different. I would say that I've improved, but there's still a long long long journey ahead. And it's really hard work.&lt;br /&gt;3. Music in relation to serving is taking a new turn for me. Spirit Rally praise and worship has really reopened the gates for me. It was just so beautiful and awesome, and something that I hadn't felt in a while. Also, I'm trying to learn how to play instruments. I'm still in the process of learning guitar, but I'm trying to pick up a little bit of piano. Needless to say, I still suck, but I'm having fun learning it.&lt;br /&gt;4. As Cressa said, my love life is effed as well. It's like the neverending story for me. Or the never story. "Woh woh shi" - Angie&lt;br /&gt;5. My friends are the bomb.com&lt;br /&gt;6. I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;7. My relationship with God is always changing. But the way is see it, it's never boring. He keeps me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanted to post these. It's hard to limit them to 10, but I gave it my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Pet Peeves (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. When people say "I'm just saying" after they tell you something rude or uneccessary out of nowhere. For example, "The shirt you're wearing is  ugly." And if you're offended, the person says, "Well, I'm just saying." You know, you don't have to "just say." If it's mean, don't say it. Or say it constructively.&lt;br /&gt;2. People confusing 'your' and 'you're' Y-O-U-R spells YOUR. Y-O-U-aprostrphe-R-E spells You are.&lt;br /&gt;3. Know it all's. People who act like they know everything about anything. And then, they try and teach it to you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Parents who don't discipline their children. ESPECIALLY when the kid disrespects you in front of the parent, and the parent doesn't do shit. I mean, c'mon. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Find out what it means to me. Sock it to me.&lt;br /&gt;5. When people act like they are your best friend, and flaunt it. Or sharing everything about your life. Especially if they aren't your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;6. Youtube stars/singers/musicians who aren't even legit singers, but act like they are the shit. Example, Rin on the Rox, Erika David, Olivia Thai, etc.&lt;br /&gt;7. People who talk about themselves too much and always finding a way to let the conversation flow back to them.&lt;br /&gt;8. People who think they are hot shit. I mean, I'm all for confidence and loving who you are. But there's a line people.&lt;br /&gt;9. People who mad hate on people that they don't even know, or have never personally experienced something to make them hate. Which may seem like what I'm doing now, but hey, these are PEEVES.&lt;br /&gt;10. When people are inappropriately loud. Like, I know I can be loud. But like, it has to be at appropriate times. Like being loud during mass or when someone is giving a talk. It's unneccessary and rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-6419319423241549404?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6419319423241549404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=6419319423241549404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6419319423241549404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6419319423241549404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/05/havent-posted-on-here-in-minute.html' title='Haven&apos;t posted on here in a minute'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-745889553287585358</id><published>2009-02-06T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:25:42.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't EVER let me lose this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://victork.smugmug.com/photos/451118287_jmzbH-XL-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 518px;" src="http://victork.smugmug.com/photos/451118287_jmzbH-XL-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I've starting taking voice lessons and learning more about the technical side of singing, I've realized that my purpose for singing can become blurred. the reason why I starting singing in the first place was Him. God is my reason. To give back the talents He's blessed me with to serve and to be His light and to pray twice. Although I haven't lost this and I hope to never lose this, He always finds way to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying the technical things i'm learning aren't important. Improving and realizing what I need to work on, being challenged is something that I've never really dealt with, and I've realized that I LOVE being challenged when it comes to music/singing. I know a lot of people don't get why I want to take lessons because I already know how to sing, but I just want to use my instrument to the best of my ability &amp;amp; use what God gave me. And it's something I've always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave permission to someone to kick me in the face if I ever lose sight of my reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I keep hearing "The Reason" by Hoobastank. And the reason is yooooooooooou. and the reason in yoooooooooooooooooooou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-745889553287585358?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/745889553287585358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=745889553287585358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/745889553287585358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/745889553287585358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-ever-let-me-lose-this.html' title='don&apos;t EVER let me lose this.'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-3838642034893042411</id><published>2009-02-05T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:59:04.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my top 2</title><content type='html'>picks for American Idol, as of right now are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt; (understudy for Fiyero in Wicked):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Long As You're Mine (WICKED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PT8sHrmDkZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PT8sHrmDkZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xxA81F278Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xxA81F278Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Make You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYKaIWWeulI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYKaIWWeulI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's LEGIT. and yes, he's gay. but damn, he can saaaang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although his vocals aren't as impressive as Adam, my number one choice for American Idol is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anoop Desai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHc-nm2no3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHc-nm2no3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Make Love to You (He's in an acapella group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQZsEMjYZAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQZsEMjYZAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoE7sBjwxtE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoE7sBjwxtE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i &lt;3 him. his talking voice sounds like Kumar! LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the REAL reason why i love him is at his first audition he goes "My name is Anoop Desai, but Randy, you can call me 'Noop Dogg."&lt;br /&gt;when he said that, i was like, "Okay that guy wins."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-3838642034893042411?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3838642034893042411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=3838642034893042411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3838642034893042411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3838642034893042411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-top-2.html' title='my top 2'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-5380135387954229305</id><published>2009-02-04T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:28:39.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the past 3 days</title><content type='html'>i applied for a job.&lt;br /&gt;i got a call back.&lt;br /&gt;i scheduled an interview.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the interview.&lt;br /&gt;and i got offered a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;the job is in Laguna beach. 3 hours a day, 5 days a week. pretty good pay.&lt;br /&gt;on one hand: it's a job, it's money, it's experience, and it's related towards what i want to do. AND i'm not doing anything anyway. &lt;br /&gt;on the other hand: it's FAR, it's only 3 hrs a day, and the pay isn't thaat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure i'm going to take it. but i'm going to keep praying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wow! i'm so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-5380135387954229305?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5380135387954229305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=5380135387954229305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5380135387954229305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5380135387954229305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-past-3-days.html' title='in the past 3 days'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-3110949862645904234</id><published>2009-01-28T02:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:03:56.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time</title><content type='html'>recording in a studio.&lt;br /&gt;what else? tsk tsk, dirty minds, you. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! if you didn't know i've been taking voice lessons since mid-december. i think there has been minor improvements? but yeah, my vocal teacher is super awesome. if ya'll ever want me to refer you guys to him, let me know! he's always accepting new students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i recorded my first run-through on monday. like professional studio &amp;amp; all the equipement and stuff (ask nez, she's been). it's super fun, but nerve racking at the time. by next thursday i should have figured out exactly how i want to sing it, what i like and what i don't like, work on the weaker parts, and also arrange backup vocals. i'm SUPER excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, i know i'm not gonna be a recording artist or whatever, and this is just for fun, and i've always wanted to learn more about music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/J9nC3ttZwt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/J9nC3ttZwt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=J9nC3ttZwt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=J9nC3ttZwt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=J9nC3ttZwt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=J9nC3ttZwt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/J9nC3ttZwt/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u-FusGb/music/yqHcfA2T/kirsten_ascio_kirsten_ascio_stay/"&gt;Kirsten Ascio - stay - Kirsten Ascio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please comment! something constructive if possible :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-3110949862645904234?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3110949862645904234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=3110949862645904234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3110949862645904234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3110949862645904234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-time.html' title='My first time'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-5190254992561582210</id><published>2009-01-25T01:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:39:30.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fell in love today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v652/82/32/6002178/n6002178_41150006_4591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 309px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v652/82/32/6002178/n6002178_41150006_4591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isn't she lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh geez, i want to keep her forever.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, she is not meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;my brother &amp;amp; sister in law are thinking about getting her. she was born in november. she's a cockerspaniel. and i want her! they're still not sure if they want to get her or not because she's a puppy and it's a lot to take care of. but i can tell they love her too! and if you know me, i am not a dog person, but dang. when i first saw her my heart swelled. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah! i hope they get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1977/82/32/6002178/n6002178_41147026_6212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1977/82/32/6002178/n6002178_41147026_6212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i want to keep her forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-5190254992561582210?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5190254992561582210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=5190254992561582210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5190254992561582210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5190254992561582210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-fell-in-love-today.html' title='i fell in love today'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-4347005160287256866</id><published>2009-01-24T04:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:30:21.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>huwhat?!</title><content type='html'>like angie, some of my thoughts aren't so good in paragraph form. so i decided to start a &lt;a href="http://tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. i'll probably update there more, just because it's good for multimedia stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://huwhat.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://huwhat.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-4347005160287256866?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/4347005160287256866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=4347005160287256866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/4347005160287256866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/4347005160287256866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/huwhat.html' title='huwhat?!'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-7286675547680711057</id><published>2009-01-22T01:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:18:48.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is pretty accurate i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... very accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-7286675547680711057?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7286675547680711057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=7286675547680711057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7286675547680711057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7286675547680711057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-pretty-accurate-i-think.html' title='This is pretty accurate i think'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-1718724368889777159</id><published>2009-01-18T00:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:37:27.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosen up my.</title><content type='html'>So, I went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; with my cousins today, to my mom's dismay. She's  Anti-Brad because she's Pro-Jen. Hey, I'm Pro-Aniston too, but damn, Brad Pitt is FOINE. And it's not like Angelina was in the movie or anything. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, the movie was awesome. I haven't watched a really good thought-provoking movie as of late, something that really gets me thinking about life, so it was a nice change. I mean, it's not as good as Forest Gump, because FG is such an epic movie, but it was still a great one. I highly recommend it, even if you don't like the adulterer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my favorite lines, which I feel apply to my life right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Along the way you bump into people who make a dent on your life. Some people get struck by lightning. Some are born to sit by a river. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim the English Channel. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people can dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your life is defined by its opportunities... even the ones you miss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know what's comin' for ya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more ! &lt;br /&gt;But that's all I got. GO WATCH IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-1718724368889777159?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1718724368889777159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=1718724368889777159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/1718724368889777159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/1718724368889777159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/loosen-up-my.html' title='Loosen up my.'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-3345377522861103050</id><published>2009-01-08T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:32:10.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm singing tomorrowwww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SWZwyd_0SLI/AAAAAAAAArg/hDYEwqLDVTk/s1600-h/it%27s+a+grind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SWZwyd_0SLI/AAAAAAAAArg/hDYEwqLDVTk/s400/it%27s+a+grind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289038824741292210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lots of other talented people!&lt;br /&gt;come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-3345377522861103050?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3345377522861103050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=3345377522861103050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3345377522861103050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3345377522861103050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-singing-tomorrowwww.html' title='i&apos;m singing tomorrowwww!'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SWZwyd_0SLI/AAAAAAAAArg/hDYEwqLDVTk/s72-c/it%27s+a+grind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-6488914303341444884</id><published>2009-01-06T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:13:48.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>who am i?</title><content type='html'>Oh geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like 2009 is going to be one hell of a challenge. It's only the 6th day of January and I feel like there's so much I have to overcome. I've been straying away from a lot of things, good and bad. I feel like I should break my life down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home. &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I love being back home. Sure it can suck sometimes, but I love being able to just kick it with my family, and reconnect with people here who I've lost touch with over the past few years that I've been in Irvine. Although I do get peeved by my parents often, I love spending time with them. One of the things I love most about my mom is that I can seriously talk to her about (almost) everything. Life, love, friendship, careers, the past, present, and future, and of course gossip. I know I don't talk about home as much as some people and I don't express the love and joy that I get from being here, but I seriously cherish the moments I get to spend with my family. And not gonna lie, I love being a bum. SOMETIMES. The challenge? I know my parents still see me as a kid sometimes, probably because I still depend on them for so many things. There are still a lot of things that we struggle with. My obvious joblessness. But especially my love for Liwanag &amp;amp; for Interfaith. There's a lot of "Didn't you graduate" or "What are you still doing there?" which is something that frustrates me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unemployment&lt;/span&gt;. Well, this is quite the situation. In my defense, the job market is not so good right now. BUT again, not gonna lie, I'm still HELLA lazy. Like, I don't (always) sit around the house not doing shit. I get a lot of stuff done (most of the time). LOL. Even though I don't have a job yet, there's still a lot on my plate. Yet again, these commitments are still, for the most part, in Irvine: Liwanag, directing for mass, majority of the people I hang out with, and now my voice lessons (GL isn't in Irvine, but it's still kinda far). I'm doing things that I love to do, but this isn't bringing me any form of income. I need a job. But hey, it's only been about 3 months since I've finished school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music.&lt;/span&gt; I don't even know where to begin this. And I don't think I can even reiterate any of the thoughts I have regarding this. And I know this category has a lot to do with what I'm talking about next.  I know people have questioned as to why I started taking voice lessons, and you know, I'm not sure I can explain it. There's a lot going into it. There's so much I've realized about myself during the past few weeks. I feel like I'm redefining who I've been for the past 4 years, or at least trying to not revert away from who I've been. I don't even know what I'm trying to say. I need to grow some balls. I have to push myself. And I need to find out who I am and my reason. Ahh, it'd be easier just to have a conversation about this. So, just ask me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith. &lt;/span&gt;I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I really want to have a conversation with someone about this, rather than blog. So to keep it simple, I miss You. I really need to work on being You to every aspect of my life. Especially music. It's where I found You and I need that passion back in my life. Ever since I've moved home, it's been different for me. You've been reduced to Tuesdays and Sundays and I really really really miss how I used to make You every breath that I took. I'm extremely looking forward to the first Winter quarter meeting. I've missed You and I need to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer my first question, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-6488914303341444884?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6488914303341444884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=6488914303341444884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6488914303341444884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6488914303341444884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-am-i.html' title='who am i?'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-7883740901783997611</id><published>2009-01-04T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:37:29.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 2009</title><content type='html'>and I find myself reverting to old ways, continuing the same habits, straying away from what I should be focusing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-7883740901783997611?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7883740901783997611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=7883740901783997611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7883740901783997611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7883740901783997611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-2009.html' title='it&apos;s 2009'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-7400603700663822285</id><published>2009-01-01T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:01:38.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>oh what!? it's 09!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a few surveys cuz i'm bored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;1 Where&lt;wbr&gt;​ did you begin&lt;wbr&gt;​ 2008?&lt;wbr&gt;​​&lt;br /&gt;PELICAN BAY. eff, i miss that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 What was your statu&lt;wbr&gt;​s by Valen&lt;wbr&gt;​tine'&lt;wbr&gt;​​s Day?&lt;br /&gt;singl&lt;wbr&gt;e! holla. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Were you in schoo&lt;wbr&gt;​l any time this year?&lt;wbr&gt;​​&lt;br /&gt;YES! up until September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Did you have to go to the hospi&lt;wbr&gt;​tal?​​&lt;br /&gt;Not for me, but yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Did you have any encou&lt;wbr&gt;​nters&lt;wbr&gt;​ with the polic&lt;wbr&gt;​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes. They came to our graduation party! It was right before I ate it. Who remembers that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Where&lt;wbr&gt;​ did you go on vacat&lt;wbr&gt;​ion?​​&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Philippines during the summer! Vegas in February. Umm... I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 What did you purch&lt;wbr&gt;​ase that was over $​​100?​​&lt;br /&gt;Books for school -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Did you know anybo&lt;wbr&gt;​dy who got marri&lt;wbr&gt;​ed?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes! My cousin Ruciela! And my brother! WOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Did you know anybo&lt;wbr&gt;​dy who passe&lt;wbr&gt;​d away?&lt;wbr&gt;​​&lt;br /&gt;:[ yes. RIP Grandpa Loring &amp;amp; Tita Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Did you move anywh&lt;wbr&gt;​ere?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes :[&lt;br /&gt;I moved back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 What sport&lt;wbr&gt;​ing event&lt;wbr&gt;​s did you atten&lt;wbr&gt;​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;I went to almost all the Who's Necks basketball games. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I went to some of Derrick's games.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't remember if those UCI Men's BBall games were this year or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 What conce&lt;wbr&gt;​rts/​​ shows&lt;wbr&gt;​ did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;No concerts I don't think. I was supposed to go to Meg &amp;amp; Dia, but they were sold out -___-&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Wicked 3 times, so I think that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Descr&lt;wbr&gt;​ibe your birth&lt;wbr&gt;​day:​​&lt;br /&gt;I turned 22! I BOUGHT MY MACBOOK on my birthday. We had dinner at Olive Garden on the night of. I think we had a party at Pbay. I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 When was your birth&lt;wbr&gt;​day?​​&lt;br /&gt;July 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 What has been your favor&lt;wbr&gt;​ite momen&lt;wbr&gt;​ts?​​&lt;br /&gt;There's way too many in a year. Just being with friends and family. Watching Wicked. Living in Irvine. Studying at CSL. Being dumb. MUSIC. jammin. LAUGHING at lot. A whole year has a lot of favorite moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Any new addit&lt;wbr&gt;​ions to your famil&lt;wbr&gt;​y?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes! A Sister in law! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 What was your best month&lt;wbr&gt;​?​​&lt;br /&gt;September. or December. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Who has been your best drink&lt;wbr&gt;​ing buddy&lt;wbr&gt;​?​​&lt;br /&gt;KATHEE. or Mel. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Made new frien&lt;wbr&gt;​ds?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Favor&lt;wbr&gt;​ite night&lt;wbr&gt;​ out?&lt;br /&gt;Friday or Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Other&lt;wbr&gt;​ than home,&lt;wbr&gt;​​ where&lt;wbr&gt;​ did you spend&lt;wbr&gt;​ most of your time?&lt;wbr&gt;​​&lt;br /&gt;Interfaith. Pbay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 lost a frien&lt;wbr&gt;​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes? and no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Chang&lt;wbr&gt;​e your hair style&lt;wbr&gt;​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I got those HORRIBLE fobby bangs in September.&lt;br /&gt;and then when it grew out, I cut it again &amp;amp; dyed it brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Have any car accid&lt;wbr&gt;​ents?&lt;wbr&gt;​​&lt;br /&gt;NO! I went a whole year without getting in an accident! GO ME! That's like a world record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Did you have a New Years&lt;wbr&gt;​ resol&lt;wbr&gt;​ution&lt;wbr&gt;​ ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I did, but since I don't remember them, I obviously didn't keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Do anyth&lt;wbr&gt;​ing embar&lt;wbr&gt;​rassi&lt;wbr&gt;​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Buy anyth&lt;wbr&gt;​ing new from eBay?&lt;wbr&gt;​​&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Get marri&lt;wbr&gt;​ed or divor&lt;wbr&gt;​ced?​​&lt;br /&gt;haha, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Get arres&lt;wbr&gt;​ted?​​&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I was thinking about doing a guns joke, but that would be fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Been snowb&lt;wbr&gt;​oardi&lt;wbr&gt;​ng?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Not this year =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 Did you get sick this year?&lt;wbr&gt;​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 Are you happy&lt;wbr&gt;​ to see 2008 go?&lt;br /&gt;QUITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Been naugh&lt;wbr&gt;​ty or nice?&lt;wbr&gt;​​​&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 What are you looki&lt;wbr&gt;​ng forwa&lt;wbr&gt;​rd to most in 2009?&lt;wbr&gt;​​​&lt;br /&gt;Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year in review survey for 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;I GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE. WHAT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year? NOPE. I don't even remember what they are. And yes, I have made more. 1) pull an erwin aka lose weight 2) get a job and 3) get better at singing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? No one close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? RIP Grandpa Loring &amp;amp; Tita Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit? The Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2008? self-control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date(s) from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;January 19 - The first time I watched Wicked&lt;br /&gt;April 5 - my brothers wedding!&lt;br /&gt;April 26 - my last Spirit Rally as an undergrad&lt;br /&gt;May 13 - Spring Banquet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;June 13 - GRADUATION&lt;br /&gt;July 2 - my birthday &amp;amp; when I bought my macbook!&lt;br /&gt;August 6 - Wicked for the 3rd time!&lt;br /&gt;September 18 - Our last day in Pbay.&lt;br /&gt;September 28 - Mass on the Plaza&lt;br /&gt;September 30 - First First Meeting as an alumni.&lt;br /&gt;October 9 - When I dropped my phone in the toilet in New York.&lt;br /&gt;November 21 - First Benefit Concert as an alumni.&lt;br /&gt;December 15 - My first voice lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's a lot of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got lazy to do the rest. ops. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do it later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR FRIENDS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-7400603700663822285?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7400603700663822285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=7400603700663822285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7400603700663822285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7400603700663822285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-2911639634264154205</id><published>2008-12-31T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:19:33.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck at writing those year reflections</title><content type='html'>2008, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;2009, it's gonna be damn fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year had ups and downs, but let's just remember the ups, people!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll write a reflection sometime next year.&lt;br /&gt;... or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-2911639634264154205?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2911639634264154205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=2911639634264154205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2911639634264154205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2911639634264154205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-suck-at-writing-those-year.html' title='i suck at writing those year reflections'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-7822175711398863797</id><published>2008-12-30T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:14:38.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><title type='text'>sometimes the vampire look isn't good for everyone</title><content type='html'>Cam Gigandet plays James (Edward Cullen's nemesis) in Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at what we have here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.camgigandet.tv/photos/albums/gap/gigandet-gap-press01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 464px;" src="http://www.camgigandet.tv/photos/albums/gap/gigandet-gap-press01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam Giganet as a Gap 2008 Winter Season model.&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/twilight01234/Cam%20Gigandet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/twilight01234/Cam%20Gigandet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cam Giganet as James the vampire.&lt;br /&gt;NOT SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So in conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson is hot as a human, but also hot as a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good new years friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-7822175711398863797?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7822175711398863797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=7822175711398863797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7822175711398863797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7822175711398863797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-vampire-look-isnt-good-for.html' title='sometimes the vampire look isn&apos;t good for everyone'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-7742545847606631709</id><published>2008-12-28T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:31:11.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Campus                              &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To dream that you are on a campus, indicates your need to expand your thinking/knowledge and challenge yourself mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Picture                              &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To see a picture in your dream, symbolizes a mental imprint that remains persistent in your mind. There may be permanence in your actions. Also consider the pun on "picture this" or "seeing the big picture" in a situation.&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;               &lt;p style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To dream that you are taking a picture, suggests that you need to get a good understanding and gain more information on some issue. You need to focus more attention to some situation or relationship. Perhaps you feel that you need to recapture some past moments in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Crush                              &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To dream that you have a crush on somebody, is a literal reflection of your attraction and fascination for that person. To see your crush in your dream, represents your current infatuation with him or her. If you find yourself thinking about him during the day, then it is understandable that his image will appear in your dream during the night. If you dream of your crush frequently, then your dream maybe be telling you that it is time to let this person know how you feel, especially if you are dreaming of him or her in a good way. Only good things can happen from you telling your crush. Even if he or she is not interested, at least you can move on and stop waiting time on him or her.&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite the dream i had last night. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to my edward cullen poster. LAWL. it's hanging on the wall on the foot of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a tv for christmas! woot. i put together my tv stand yesterday (with my dad's help of course) and i have my tv set up. no cable yet tho. i'll post some pictures of my improved room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas was goood. i hit up a total of 5 family parties in 2 days. and i ate at all of them -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sick since christmas eve and i'm trying to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've started taking voice lessons. i'm really excited about it. i know a lot of ppl don't get why i'm taking lessons. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh... that's all i've got for now.&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone on break.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i miss a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's for all ya'lls, my first attempt at guitar -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/shMUaZMY9eI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/shMUaZMY9eI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-7742545847606631709?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7742545847606631709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=7742545847606631709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7742545847606631709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7742545847606631709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/campus-to-dream-that-you-are-on-campus.html' title=''/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-6057232438794069768</id><published>2008-12-25T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:23:01.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish you a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SVNQ0U8PrbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gpzi-GwTQWw/s1600-h/Photo+73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SVNQ0U8PrbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gpzi-GwTQWw/s400/Photo+73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283655647740538290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy birthday, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys &amp;amp; hope you're all have fun at home w/ your families!&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/5933931004693199710-6057232438794069768?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6057232438794069768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=6057232438794069768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6057232438794069768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6057232438794069768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-you.html' title='i wish you a...'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SVNQ0U8PrbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gpzi-GwTQWw/s72-c/Photo+73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-5268956259214189158</id><published>2008-12-23T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T03:02:48.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've dug myself into a hole</title><content type='html'>now i just have to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::epic fail:: lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited for things to come!&lt;br /&gt;2009, everything's gonna be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-5268956259214189158?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5268956259214189158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=5268956259214189158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5268956259214189158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5268956259214189158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-dug-myself-into-hole.html' title='i&apos;ve dug myself into a hole'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-8080689435267512042</id><published>2008-12-19T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:37:41.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday.</title><content type='html'>the days have been blending into one.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wasn't so freaking broke right now.&lt;br /&gt;and i also with that i wasn't fail.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm not on break, because my whole life is a break right now, i'm glad that everyone else is on break so i have people to talk to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Singing                              &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; To sing in your dream, represents happiness, harmony and joy in some situation or relationship. You are uplifting others with your positive attitude and cheerful disposition. Singing is a way to celebrate, communicate and express your feelings.&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;               &lt;p style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;To hear someone sing in your dream, signifies emotional and spiritual fulfillment. You are changing your mood and experiencing a more positive outlook in life.&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been writing a lot of facebook notes as of late. it's a result of my boredom in the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i need to stop digging myself in this hole. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cold. and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-8080689435267512042?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8080689435267512042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=8080689435267512042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8080689435267512042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8080689435267512042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-friday.html' title='it&apos;s friday.'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-9147025258825023954</id><published>2008-12-18T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:46:19.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, i can't wait for the movie season</title><content type='html'>next year is going to have some awesome movies:&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Half Blood Prince (OMG i can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;New Moon - The second twilight movie, i don't even know when that's out but you know i'm gonna be ON that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this movie - I Love You, Man looks like it's gonna be freaking hilarious. If you like Jason Segal, Adam Sandburg, or Paul Rudd than you'll like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgVHZ4_2y54&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgVHZ4_2y54&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILAR.&lt;br /&gt;2009, it's gonna be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-9147025258825023954?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/9147025258825023954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=9147025258825023954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/9147025258825023954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/9147025258825023954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-i-cant-wait-for-movie-season.html' title='wow, i can&apos;t wait for the movie season'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-8669855026064731323</id><published>2008-12-16T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:29:42.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking fail.</title><content type='html'>this is why i love my cousin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle Tugadi: kirs...how do you cook spam&lt;br /&gt;Krystle Tugadi: its one block?!??!&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Ascio: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Ascio: you cut it foo&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Ascio: cmon krystle&lt;br /&gt;Krystle Tugadi: oh eww&lt;br /&gt;Krystle Tugadi: it doesnt come pre cut?!&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Ascio: omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epic fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-8669855026064731323?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8669855026064731323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=8669855026064731323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8669855026064731323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8669855026064731323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/cooking-fail.html' title='cooking fail.'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-4038273266519519366</id><published>2008-12-07T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:49:59.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.M.G.</title><content type='html'>please tell me you remember this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBYHiOsjxS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBYHiOsjxS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;music was so much better back then. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some good ones: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24IgJanjcAo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24IgJanjcAo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVqHZT3YibQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVqHZT3YibQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't find the music video for this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Ip_4Ef_a6Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Ip_4Ef_a6Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in honor of my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZ6SkSFzx1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZ6SkSFzx1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPzdXG-8r3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPzdXG-8r3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pu9eNq_jO5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pu9eNq_jO5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8RjRquFIWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8RjRquFIWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawl.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh man. &lt;br /&gt;so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys have any good ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-4038273266519519366?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/4038273266519519366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=4038273266519519366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/4038273266519519366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/4038273266519519366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title='O.M.G.'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-215974909129877299</id><published>2008-12-05T23:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:18:53.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously.</title><content type='html'>your mood swings are giving me whiplash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-215974909129877299?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/215974909129877299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=215974909129877299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/215974909129877299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/215974909129877299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously.html' title='seriously.'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-1736381883834618933</id><published>2008-11-29T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:33:58.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, how time flies...</title><content type='html'>it's been 8 years since i graduated from 8th grade.&lt;br /&gt;4 years since high school.&lt;br /&gt;catching up with old friends always makes me nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy how it doesn't seem so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Tita Nancy. Thank you for all you taught me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-1736381883834618933?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1736381883834618933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=1736381883834618933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/1736381883834618933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/1736381883834618933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-how-time-flies.html' title='oh, how time flies...'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-5538747193972934037</id><published>2008-11-24T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:28:49.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i am tellin' you</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Basketball"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To       dream that you are playing basketball, indicates that you will need the       cooperation and assistance of others in order to achieve your goals.        Perhaps you are standing in the way of your own progress and need to ask       for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Dress"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To       see or wear a dress in your dream, represents a feminine outlook or       feminine perspective on a situation. You are freely expressing your       femininity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;I don't really remember the dream besides those things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;Anyways. Another excellent weekend, another excellent Benefit Concert. Good job to all! It was really nice seeing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;I really missed these guys:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/3051347349_4c28555d73_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 239px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/3051347349_4c28555d73_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;The Class of '08 back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully we'll all be together again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, I watched Twilight on Saturday. Now, that's what I call a piece of crap movie. The only thing that saved it for me, is how hot Robert Pattinson is. WOOOO. I mean, seriously. But yeah, the movie was crap. It didn't do justice to the book AND it was just bad in general. But hey, if anyone wants to watch it, I'm down to watch it again. Just to watch Edward Cullen for 2 hours is fine by me. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; text-align: left;"&gt;K, another week! I'll be on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; text-align: left;"&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-5538747193972934037?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5538747193972934037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=5538747193972934037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5538747193972934037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5538747193972934037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-am-tellin-you.html' title='and i am tellin&apos; you'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/3051347349_4c28555d73_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-3549543558135722671</id><published>2008-11-21T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:53:49.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something feels off</title><content type='html'>i really don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;but something is definitely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it's unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-3549543558135722671?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3549543558135722671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=3549543558135722671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3549543558135722671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3549543558135722671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-feels-off.html' title='something feels off'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-6990509384429178747</id><published>2008-11-17T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:07:07.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><title type='text'>i am obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luinriel.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/vlcsnap-113944.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 282px;" src="http://luinriel.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/vlcsnap-113944.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.vox.com/6a00d10a7cbf928bfa00f48cf460f90002-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 361px;" src="http://a1.vox.com/6a00d10a7cbf928bfa00f48cf460f90002-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://orionwell.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/edward-cullen-and-bella-swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://orionwell.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/edward-cullen-and-bella-swan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;aka Robert Pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;aka Cedric Diggory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zOMG. i can't wait til the movie comes out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start book 4 tonight. yes, i know. i read fast. and yeah, i'm not a loser. i'm just awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-6990509384429178747?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6990509384429178747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=6990509384429178747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6990509384429178747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6990509384429178747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-obsessed.html' title='i am obsessed'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-7002061620353178032</id><published>2008-11-16T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:13:26.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading all day</title><content type='html'>i spent the majority of my day reading. and it was quite enjoyable. no, i wasn't studying, obviously. what would i be studying for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***sidebar story&lt;br /&gt;i was at CSL on my laptop watching Angel (shut up.) and i see mark sescon walking in to CSL. he walks up to me and says "hey kirs, what's up? are you studying?" and i laugh and say, "what would i be studying for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***end story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, i just finished reading Twilight a few hours ago, after starting it at 2pm. I'm taking a break from reading the 2nd book to rest my eyes a little. so i'm writing a blog? i don't know. the book is freaking awesome!!!!!1 anyone feel me on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie comes out next friday!&lt;br /&gt;i'm either gonna watch the midnight showing if there is one, OR on saturday. I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. i will resume reading soon.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight! assuming i go to sleep at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-7002061620353178032?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7002061620353178032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=7002061620353178032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7002061620353178032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7002061620353178032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/reading-all-day.html' title='reading all day'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-2839785212410450120</id><published>2008-11-14T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:18:19.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time in a long time</title><content type='html'>That an episode of Grey's made me tear up. Callie's breakdown was ::ok hand motion::&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I blog about tv, but what else do I have really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there are a lot of things in my head right now. I mean, I'm no crazy, like Izzie Stevens, but there's so much goin' on up there. I have a lot of time to think, you know? No job, well, technically no job yet. So I have a lot of time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm not in school anymore, doesn't mean I still can't procrastinate. I'm procrastinating on life right now. And it's not because I'm lazy (well, it is a little bit), but it's because I'm scared. I'm really scared. I don't think I've told anyone that, well besides Him. But hell yeah, I'm scared. Call me a wussy if you want. I'm not saying I'm no good at anything, but what if what I'm good at, won't take me anywhere? I'm scared that I'm going to fail. I'm scared that everything I've learned these past few years, not just in school, but in my faith, the things I learned about who I am, are just going to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't like when there is such a negative blog post, then one ties it up with an encouraging outlook on life, but that's exactly what I'm going to do. I know I'm scared and that I might not be strong enough. But it's not MY strength that I need. It's His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough about that. I teared up today during Grey's (what a sap) and I also shed a few during the meeting on Tuesday. It's been a while since I've cried during praise &amp;amp; worship, but I Adore always gets to me. This is the first time in a while where I didn't just cry because I was sad or stressed about something, but just to be in His presence. To feel His love over everything else. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know, I'm Guiding Lights new music director. :D exciting! Although the duties are quite similar to what I did as music ministry head in Liwanag, it's challenging me in new ways. I love it. It's most definitely not going to be easy, but it's most def worth it. Pray for me &amp;amp; pray for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my tita woke up from her coma, but she's just barely hanging on. She's moved out of the icu, but is now in hospice care at the nursing home. Please keep her and my family in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is irrelevant to what I talked to in my post, everytime Meredith Grey starts her closing dialogue on the episode it gets to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ties that bind us are sometimes impossible to explain; they connect us even after it seems like the ties should be broken. Some bonds defy distance and time and logic, because some ties are simply meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amen to that, sister.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&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/5933931004693199710-2839785212410450120?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2839785212410450120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=2839785212410450120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2839785212410450120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2839785212410450120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-time-in-long-time.html' title='first time in a long time'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-1166837270417769322</id><published>2008-11-12T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:55:42.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairvolution'/><title type='text'>Hairvolution: A Comprehensive Look at the Ridiculousness That Is My Hair</title><content type='html'>So, I've been feeling nostalgic as of late, looking at old pictures. And I've come to realize that I've had quite a ridiculous variation in hair colors and cuts. Nez gave me the idea of making a post dedicated to my different hairstyles, but I started from my freshman year to the beginning of my third year and it was already too much. That's where most of the action was anyway. I might as well dedicate some time to this post, considering i don't have anything better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fall quarter alone I went through 4 hair colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtYIHL95SI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/SxPF8opWRAk/s1600-h/DSC08053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtYIHL95SI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/SxPF8opWRAk/s320/DSC08053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267901085531366690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my first night in the dorms with fading green hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtYIc1QQ4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Pf9plAI3KEc/s1600-h/DSC08164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtYIc1QQ4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Pf9plAI3KEc/s320/DSC08164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267901091341681538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;few weeks later with purple/blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtYJcduKbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ejcUsLfERBE/s1600-h/DSC08657.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/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtYJcduKbI/AAAAAAAAAno/ejcUsLfERBE/s320/DSC08657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267901108422846898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not sure when this is, but it's pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtYI6S8J8I/AAAAAAAAAng/YG0Rb3mYfO4/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtYI6S8J8I/AAAAAAAAAng/YG0Rb3mYfO4/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267901099250821058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then by the end of fall, I was tired of dyeing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;(Go St. Benedict Family :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during winter break, I decided I wanted to look like an anime character. So I chopped off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRta9ljorFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/JRnJTLrzYCM/s1600-h/DSC09303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRta9ljorFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/JRnJTLrzYCM/s320/DSC09303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267904203240025170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at guppy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRta-VnAXXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/RSaqQsV9ako/s1600-h/DSC09331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRta-VnAXXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/RSaqQsV9ako/s320/DSC09331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267904216139062642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me with another color and my bro at my parents' 25th wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRta-q948JI/AAAAAAAAAog/hQJdT3r6vEQ/s1600-h/DSC09679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRta-q948JI/AAAAAAAAAog/hQJdT3r6vEQ/s320/DSC09679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267904221872189586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;decided it wasn't short enough, so i cut off even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtbWkpbr7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZpP4OD2lHdg/s1600-h/old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtbWkpbr7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZpP4OD2lHdg/s320/old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267904632492634034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with the in crowd at interfaith.&lt;br /&gt;(i wasn't the only one who went through style changes. check out brenton's shoes!)&lt;br /&gt;btw, can i be skinny again? kthanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRta8zIoTbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R3JsU0S7l98/s1600-h/28303332_65cac18f1f_o.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/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRta8zIoTbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R3JsU0S7l98/s320/28303332_65cac18f1f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267904189704981938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this hair style lasted through the summer&lt;br /&gt;(picture from vegas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of summer, i contemplated growing my hair out, but decided against it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdPoFj_DI/AAAAAAAAAow/An7mZZFlcNo/s1600-h/DSC_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdPoFj_DI/AAAAAAAAAow/An7mZZFlcNo/s320/DSC_2208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267906712180096050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i thought THIS would be cool. seriously, what was i thinking?&lt;br /&gt;picture from welcome week 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdQR5UcaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/3zI52Oar4iI/s1600-h/IMG_3825-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdQR5UcaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/3zI52Oar4iI/s320/IMG_3825-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267906723403035042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sporting purple in the front &amp;amp; blonde in the back&lt;br /&gt;at Puso Gala 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdRmiWetI/AAAAAAAAApI/RmBk-yK679s/s1600-h/DSC_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdRmiWetI/AAAAAAAAApI/RmBk-yK679s/s320/DSC_2075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267906746123713234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hair getting longer, thumbs getting shorter.&lt;br /&gt;(fridays for nimz's birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdRGv9HeI/AAAAAAAAApA/KWQKzqkEhM0/s1600-h/DSC_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdRGv9HeI/AAAAAAAAApA/KWQKzqkEhM0/s320/DSC_2242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267906737590836706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;since my hair was getting longer, ponytails were a must.&lt;br /&gt;(vegas to ring in 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdR4sSVjI/AAAAAAAAApQ/k8meK-xVyNc/s1600-h/DSC_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtdR4sSVjI/AAAAAAAAApQ/k8meK-xVyNc/s320/DSC_0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267906750997222962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spirit rally 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRteU6NUfzI/AAAAAAAAApg/5A21tFu3ozA/s1600-h/DSC_6267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRteU6NUfzI/AAAAAAAAApg/5A21tFu3ozA/s320/DSC_6267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267907902455447346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think Banquet 2006 was a turning point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRteVcK-dYI/AAAAAAAAApo/jDYU7CRnKi8/s1600-h/DSC_6944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRteVcK-dYI/AAAAAAAAApo/jDYU7CRnKi8/s320/DSC_6944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267907911572419970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was sad about my short hair, and i wanted to grow it out.&lt;br /&gt;(log installs 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally after growing my hair out for a whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRteUZqu_nI/AAAAAAAAApY/DJgc2DswpC8/s1600-h/DSC03567.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/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRteUZqu_nI/AAAAAAAAApY/DJgc2DswpC8/s320/DSC03567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267907893720448626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puso Gala 2006 it was somewhat long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm lazy to do the rest. That's just 2004-2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, how bored am I.&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-1166837270417769322?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1166837270417769322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=1166837270417769322' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/1166837270417769322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/1166837270417769322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/hairvolution-comprehensive-look-at.html' title='Hairvolution: A Comprehensive Look at the Ridiculousness That Is My Hair'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SRtYIHL95SI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/SxPF8opWRAk/s72-c/DSC08053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-4980935070526463922</id><published>2008-11-08T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:12:51.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm supposed to be getting ready</title><content type='html'>but i had the urge to blog, and i didn't want to lose it because my blogging has been so-so lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we were talking about how i couldn't remember my dreams. i always want to blog about them because i always forget, but i've always wanted to analyze the shit i dream about. i read your guys' blogs, and i wanna analyze my shit if i'm dreaming about weddings or parking lots. so i remember my dream from last night, but i'm not really sure about the details, and i don't think there's one thing that i can pick out as an underlying message. maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream that i was part of the cast of Angel (LAWL, i know. i HAVE been watching too much angel. sidebar: gerard was asking me last night if i've had any dreams about Angel, and i was like "no that would be stupid" but, lo and behold, i had a dream about Angel last night!) or rather, I was a part of Angel Investigations (from like the actual show). One of our peeps was trapped in a situation. But it was like The Grudge 3! THE MOVIE. Does that make sense? Like if they were to make a movie for the Grudge 3, it would crossover with Angel the TV show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like the premise for the movie was that the curse, or The Grudge, effects one person, who in turn effects another person. So all these people who have been affected by the curse live in a museum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i remember. so is this about movies? or museums? curses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Museum"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To see       a museum in your dream, indicates that your non-traditional path to       success will make you unique and stand out from the rest. Alternatively,       the museum may represent a history of yourself a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nd       your past. There are many things you can learn from your past and your       family's past.  Consider what you have gained from these experiences       and apply them to your current circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To       dream that you are in a museum,  gives you the opportunity for you to       review and reflect on the things you value in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To       dream that you are playing a role in the movie, foretells that something       from your unconscious is about to emerge or be revealed.  It may also       represent memories of images or scenes from your past. Alternatively, the       dream may be pointing you toward a new role that you might be undertaking.       Your unconscious is psychologically preparing you for this new role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Curse"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To       dream that you or someone is under a curse, suggests that you are getting       caught up in your own guilt. You also need to proceed with caution in some       situation or relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;well, great. i can see what my dreams did there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;since i blogged, i'm going to be late. apologies friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;reading your blog this morning gave me inspiration to blog too. mine wasn't as long as yours tho (that's what.... never mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;my nails are bright red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;i wonder if i could turn back the clock three years, if i would make the same &lt;strike&gt;mistakes&lt;/strike&gt; choices i made back then, knowing how everything would effect me today. i probably wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;ok, good day my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-4980935070526463922?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/4980935070526463922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=4980935070526463922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/4980935070526463922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/4980935070526463922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-supposed-to-be-getting-ready.html' title='i&apos;m supposed to be getting ready'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-6551285827535628056</id><published>2008-11-06T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:04:21.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='val emmich'/><title type='text'>i &lt;333 val emmich</title><content type='html'>i'm not much of a two-post-in-a-day blogger, but i think that Val Emmich is the cutest boy ever. zOMG. i just watched ugly betty and he's been on 2 other episodes and wow, he's adorable. not only that, he's a musician!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aELS-fr6y84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aELS-fr6y84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwq3bvHlfBw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwq3bvHlfBw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drool.&lt;br /&gt;he's such a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.valemmich.com/images/photos/promo2008/val_6529_dimple_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.valemmich.com/images/photos/promo2008/val_6529_dimple_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if he's gonna be on the show anymore. waahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, tv was excellent tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-6551285827535628056?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6551285827535628056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=6551285827535628056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6551285827535628056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6551285827535628056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-333-val-emmich.html' title='i &lt;333 val emmich'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-8083694378847944267</id><published>2008-11-06T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:12:31.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and another one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QM9Flc3I7Pk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QM9Flc3I7Pk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new goal in life: to become a YTS (youtube star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. half-joking, half-serious goal. i mean, it's totally possible. i think 2 requirements is to be 1) cute 2) talented. and since i've already got the first requirement down, i just have to work on my singing. LAWL. i'm kidding. sort of. anyways, that's another cover i  did with the talented T-vo &amp;amp; N-pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry my blogs are so few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't have much to blog about these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the nights are getting colder. it's my favorite thing to really utilize my blanket at night and wear pajama pants. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched tropic thunder last night with my bff. hilarious. it was quite good i might say. i love when movies have a lot of cameos. i think lance bass was my favorite. that guy is making a comeback! it's like my boyband days are alive within me, because everytime i watch dancing w/ the stars i'm always cheering him on! go lance! my brother proposed the idea for me, what if Lance Bass and Neil Patrick Harris were together? OMG. talk about my favorite gay couple ever. they could like sing together! haha. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to California, they can't get married in our state. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! We have a new president. What up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthatsall.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-8083694378847944267?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8083694378847944267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=8083694378847944267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8083694378847944267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8083694378847944267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-another-one.html' title='and another one...'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-3476621048718176580</id><published>2008-11-01T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:02:28.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hsm3'/><title type='text'>and with every step together</title><content type='html'>we just keep on getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YliMuOAlcds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YliMuOAlcds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally covered this one! woohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k it's SAWturday, now we're gonna go watch SAW V. holllaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-3476621048718176580?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3476621048718176580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=3476621048718176580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3476621048718176580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3476621048718176580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-with-every-step-together.html' title='and with every step together'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-194535384709143837</id><published>2008-10-30T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:57:29.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He knows my name</title><content type='html'>came across this song.&lt;br /&gt;it's really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to learn it, too bad i'm not so great at the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;just another beautiful reminder that He formed us and made us in His image, and regardless of who we are, mistakes we've made, we're forever in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nr7HpBM80vs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nr7HpBM80vs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Maker&lt;br /&gt;He formed my heart&lt;br /&gt;Before even time began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="showResultLinks"&gt; My life was in his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Father&lt;br /&gt;He calls me His own&lt;br /&gt;He'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows my name&lt;br /&gt;He knows my every thought&lt;br /&gt;He sees each tear that falls&lt;br /&gt;And He hears me when I call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's very fitting with Liwanag's Fall quarter theme. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. TV was awesome today. i love thursdays.&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/5933931004693199710-194535384709143837?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/194535384709143837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=194535384709143837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/194535384709143837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/194535384709143837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-knows-my-name.html' title='He knows my name'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-4499943825704378361</id><published>2008-10-29T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:59:38.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like catching lightning</title><content type='html'>sorry my blogs are few and far between. you'd think i would blog more since i have so much time on my hands. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had a good past week. and weekend.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a blur, obviously since i don't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday = good.&lt;br /&gt;coffee :], irvine, HSM3, the guys dancing on the fountain at the district is always a good time.&lt;br /&gt;i must admit, High School Musical 3 was quite entertaining. I love laughing at the times where you're not supposed to laugh. Like Zac Efron's ridiculous arm gestures. The music was good. I've been listening the soundtrack a lot. Thanks melissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday = great. i got to catch up with some of my favorite ladies. it was nice to fill in each other about our lives and all our happenings. but it was even better catching up with everyone else's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few random pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgfdDu677I/AAAAAAAAAmg/sll0mf9SXbo/s1600-h/DSC08048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgfdDu677I/AAAAAAAAAmg/sll0mf9SXbo/s400/DSC08048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262490748661198770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kathee &amp;amp; i in front of the NBC Store in New York emulating our heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgfdfKZJjI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ClObg-2pobs/s1600-h/DSC08076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgfdfKZJjI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ClObg-2pobs/s400/DSC08076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262490756024182322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Patrick's Cathedral by Rockerfeller Center. B-E-A-utiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgiTDjAhRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Vj5tR7EFWaY/s1600-h/DSC08081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgiTDjAhRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Vj5tR7EFWaY/s400/DSC08081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262493875347424530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jill willy &amp;amp; i at a bar in fullerton. i forgot the name already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgiSxRGUGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bVqqzkikt00/s1600-h/DSC08080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgiSxRGUGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bVqqzkikt00/s400/DSC08080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262493870440468578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meechy &amp;amp; kathee, my former roommates. marites, where are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgiTVcD97I/AAAAAAAAAnA/9Z092RGdtYE/s1600-h/DSC08082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgiTVcD97I/AAAAAAAAAnA/9Z092RGdtYE/s400/DSC08082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262493880150128562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;round 1: 2 bluemoons, 1 magner's cider, and a stella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgiTo6cidI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0iWy0U_pS9w/s1600-h/DSC08083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgiTo6cidI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0iWy0U_pS9w/s400/DSC08083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262493885377841618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;round 2: 1 bluemoon, pear cider, &amp;amp; rasberry cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/2983854830_4cf5a324bd_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/2983854830_4cf5a324bd_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a very odd looking music min.&lt;br /&gt;i spy: Doc Brown, a Peacock, Darrell, Patti Mayonnaise, a Shawshank inmate, and a chola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2983857072_a6503676d6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2983857072_a6503676d6_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Chola sandwich, with Darrell bread. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for the last 2 pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seedphoto/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed that mini update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is ridiculous right now. Sure, i'm still doing nothing, but it doesn't mean that it's not interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want things to go back to the way they were, but it seems that's where it's heading. I don't know if i'm game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! my room is 100% done now. i finally put up my bed. yeah, i still have a loft. yes, i know, it's quite adult of me. but i sleep better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar hero 4 is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this weekend is gonna be a good one: horror movies on halloween, torrance/carson adventure, SAWturday, and mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, DIANNE!!! sorry i didn't message you. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE A BLACKBERRY ANYMORE =[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-4499943825704378361?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/4499943825704378361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=4499943825704378361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/4499943825704378361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/4499943825704378361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-like-catching-lightning.html' title='it&apos;s like catching lightning'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SQgfdDu677I/AAAAAAAAAmg/sll0mf9SXbo/s72-c/DSC08048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-2348180287386419873</id><published>2008-10-20T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:45:07.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a week without internet</title><content type='html'>can make me want to punch myself in the face, repeatedly, for entertainment purposes. because it was just that boring. luckily, my dad has about 300+ dvds in his collection. and i watched at least half a dozen movies. all of which were romantic comedies. i'm such a sucker for those rom-coms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, the week without internet has been interesting:&lt;br /&gt;- movies galore&lt;br /&gt;- trying to use aim on my blackberry&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping on a bench in the park like a bum&lt;br /&gt;- making a cheer to Rihanna's Disturbia&lt;br /&gt;- the americana is alright&lt;br /&gt;- quarantine is the worst movie ever&lt;br /&gt;- talking on the phone is my only form of communication&lt;br /&gt;- i miss my grandma&lt;br /&gt;- the american apparel store at citadel!&lt;br /&gt;- guppy's with angie&lt;br /&gt;- Good Good by Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;- sushi with the La Mirada folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what else.&lt;br /&gt;it was a good week.&lt;br /&gt;boring at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has to begin sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-2348180287386419873?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2348180287386419873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=2348180287386419873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2348180287386419873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2348180287386419873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-without-internet.html' title='a week without internet'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-3611360381970441467</id><published>2008-10-10T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:30:38.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>son of a bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SO9086vxuvI/AAAAAAAAARU/IT7PKlH7haA/s1600-h/DSC08030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SO9086vxuvI/AAAAAAAAARU/IT7PKlH7haA/s400/DSC08030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255547880075279090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DROPPED MY FUCKING PHONE IN THE TOILET.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, NEW YORK IS AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm using the wifi in the lobby downstairs on martyMACfly.&lt;br /&gt;besides the unfortunate happenstance that is dropping my phone in the toilet, i &lt;333 ny. i don't know if i could ever live here though. it's crazy here. i'm an OC girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you need to call/text me. you can't.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to at&amp;amp;t today anyway. thank God for insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;i miss ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. this picture is for all you HSMfans! let's go on opening night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-3611360381970441467?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3611360381970441467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=3611360381970441467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3611360381970441467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3611360381970441467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/10/son-of-bitch.html' title='son of a bitch.'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SO9086vxuvI/AAAAAAAAARU/IT7PKlH7haA/s72-c/DSC08030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-8412483265867475862</id><published>2008-10-07T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:41:37.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>this time tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'LL BE IN NEW YORK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT UP 2-1-2! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;wish us a safe trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-8412483265867475862?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8412483265867475862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=8412483265867475862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8412483265867475862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8412483265867475862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-time-tomorrow.html' title='this time tomorrow...'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-8430806320784218093</id><published>2008-10-06T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:40:08.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGANDANG UMAGA!</title><content type='html'>i've been sitting here for like 10 minutes trying to figure out a blog title and i had nothing. then erwin signed on, than i heard "MAGANDANG UMAGA!" in my head. so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was a gooood weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i got to spend w/ my two best friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpH5TpyXKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ECi-ja0AKoE/s1600-h/DSC07935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpH5TpyXKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ECi-ja0AKoE/s400/DSC07935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254090965134761122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner w/ jenny at olive garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpH5W_H8NI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/V5-emNs_Xhk/s1600-h/DSC07942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpH5W_H8NI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/V5-emNs_Xhk/s400/DSC07942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254090966029562066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and matthew joined us at The Crosby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpH5uM5OUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J9TUTHhEhyc/s1600-h/DSC07941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpH5uM5OUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J9TUTHhEhyc/s400/DSC07941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254090972261333314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we enjoyed delicious sweet potato fries, some soju mixed drinks, and sangria. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crosby is an interesting place. They have hip hop memorabilia &amp;amp; boom boxes around the place. The kitchen is open relatively late. They bump awesome music (of the 90s rap/hiphop). And it's filled with cool kids. Like Kathy Bernabe dressing kids. Cardigans and V-Necks galore, so at least Matthew and I fit in. haha. I recommend it! If i was a yelper, i'd probably write a review and give it 4 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went down to San Diego with the 714 peeps (Kathee &amp;amp; Gerard) for the Ao1 gig. They did an awesome job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuP_EPFvJ3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuP_EPFvJ3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are more vids if you go to the actual video.&lt;br /&gt;people came from all over california: san diego, irvine, camarillo, oxnard, palmdale, norcal, lakewood, and wherever else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpLWTnI-DI/AAAAAAAAARE/mIpYL5slkdU/s1600-h/DSC07965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpLWTnI-DI/AAAAAAAAARE/mIpYL5slkdU/s400/DSC07965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254094761874749490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpLWh3LuwI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Vum5VNyXJ0/s1600-h/DSC07987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpLWh3LuwI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Vum5VNyXJ0/s400/DSC07987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254094765700135682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more from the Ao1 gig on the &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/kirstenbascio/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; i uploaded a bunch more on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/photos.php?id=6002178"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;. for some reason facebook wouldn't let me upload the Audience pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. 2 MORE DAYS TIL NEW YORK!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT! Our flight is at 10:45 on Wednesday morning! WHAT UP 2-1-2! Julian agreed to let me borrow his DS for the flight! yay! I need to pack before Tuesday's meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Purely an informative update on the ups in my life. 'Til next time my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-8430806320784218093?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8430806320784218093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=8430806320784218093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8430806320784218093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8430806320784218093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/10/magandang-umaga.html' title='MAGANDANG UMAGA!'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOpH5TpyXKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ECi-ja0AKoE/s72-c/DSC07935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-760154006027050573</id><published>2008-10-02T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:17:36.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no day but today</title><content type='html'>another day at home.&lt;br /&gt;bo-ring.&lt;br /&gt;did some more chores.&lt;br /&gt;hung out with the parents.&lt;br /&gt;i watched Rent today, it made my cry like 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lola lives in a home now. i was supposed to visit her today, but my parents are gonna go this weekend instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, new show: Bones.&lt;br /&gt;it is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, bellamay &amp;amp; abby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a boring post. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we must let go to know what's right&lt;br /&gt;no other course, no other way&lt;br /&gt;no day but today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-760154006027050573?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/760154006027050573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=760154006027050573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/760154006027050573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/760154006027050573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-day-but-today.html' title='no day but today'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-3097260456589613753</id><published>2008-09-30T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:03:31.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irvine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>brand new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOHZN8WBltI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xQRJNRJ2avU/s1600-h/Photo+54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOHZN8WBltI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xQRJNRJ2avU/s400/Photo+54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251717474050741970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOHZOGourdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OXY8nCvcoGg/s1600-h/Photo+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOHZOGourdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OXY8nCvcoGg/s400/Photo+55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251717476813549010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite the productive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned my room for like, 3 hours. i finally made progress. as you can see in the first picture, i finally got most of my clothes in the closet. there are a few bags full of stuff i'm gonna try and sell to buffalo exchange. i'm moved the wood for my bedframe against the wall so i can actually walk in front of my closet now. there's still some stuff in there that's not mine, so i can't really do more until it's out. i actually have like 6 small unpacked boxes in the closet. haha. in the second picture i finally uprighted my bookcase, but i still have clothes on the ground. along with my mattress. oh well. soon and very soon. slowly but surely. only time will tell. the grass is greener on the other side. what other cliches are there? are those even cliches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! i also did laundry. my parents got a new washing machine a while back, but i haven't used it yet. since i did all my laundry for the past 2 years at pbay (sad face). it's so freaking technical. there's like an option FOR EVERYTHING. AND... yeah. i can't think of anything else. it took me forever to get my load started. that sounds weird. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love tv. goes without saying. well apparently not, since i just said it. heroes was bomb. better than last week. i'm gonna watch himym after this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to irvine for the 8th time since i've moved home. that's a lot, considering i've been home for like.. 10 days. grrreat. i feel the fight with my parents coming soon. there was already a preview on sunday morning right before i left for motp. i'm gonna try to not upset her in the next few days, so i can still go out and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lola isn't here. her room is empty &amp;amp; it looks like her stuff is gone. she was here when i left, i dno where she is now. i'm thinking she's either at my aunties house or at a home? but i hope she's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow? i have a dentist appt in the morning, i should be sleeping right now. my appt is at 9. gonna see if i can clean more, do some more laundry, pick up my contacts in irvine. then LIWANAG FIRST MEETING!!! WHAT UP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited. but nervous. apparently i'm old now too. weeeird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at first i was afraid, i was petrified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-3097260456589613753?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3097260456589613753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=3097260456589613753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3097260456589613753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/3097260456589613753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/brand-new-day.html' title='brand new day'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SOHZN8WBltI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xQRJNRJ2avU/s72-c/Photo+54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-8142401012382133112</id><published>2008-09-29T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:47:20.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the bottom of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are not enough so's in the world to thank you guys for all that you have done for the past month and a half. Thank you so much for your sacrifice, not just for me &amp;amp; mel or for UCC, but for Him. From the bottom of my heart I appreciate it, but I know that last night He was up there smiling. And I'm sure He was dancing along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DUDE, YOU GUYS SOUNDED SO FREAKIN' GOOD!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; NO JOKE! I can't tell you how many people came up to me and told me how amazingly beautiful you guys sounded. AND I'm not a great conversationalist, so many of those conversations were awkward. haha. BUT IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i made awkward huge smiling faces during mass, it's only because hearing you guys makes me smile awkwardly big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin asked me yesterday "So what are you going to do with your life?" and I DON'T KNOW! &lt;b&gt;What am I going to do without you guys?! &lt;/b&gt;Thanks for making this whole process stress free AND FUN! Practices rarely stressed me out, because you guys made it fun and awesome! You guys really made this easier for me! I'm going to miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Choir:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being patient with me when I didn't know what I was doing, musically or in general! Thank you for making this a prayer &amp;amp; really taking it seriously. I could see it in all of your faces, how much you loved praising Him and giving your all. &lt;b&gt;It truly inspires me. &lt;/b&gt;You guys sounded like angels, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the VERY VERY VERY talened musicians:&lt;br /&gt;zOMG. You guys are SERIOUSLY rockstars. &lt;b&gt;Freakin' MOTP ALL STAR BAND.&lt;/b&gt; Thank you so much for bringing your own style &amp;amp; talent into this family. IT WAS AWESOME. You guys made the music FUN and DIFFERENT, but still so prayerful.&lt;b&gt; CAN WE START A BAND?!?!?! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To MEL:&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH MEL. For everything! All the hard work, THE COPIES, organizing! Being patient with me. I seriously could not have done this without you. You are seriously so awesome. Not just as a musician but as a leader AND an awesome friend. Thank you for listening to me rant. And making sure that I'm okay when I'm emo. I can't thank you enough! Not just for motp, but for EVERYTHING MEL. &lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/b&gt; (now, you better not use that against me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this has been one of the hardest weeks I've had in a long time, outside of motp, and you guys seriously made all the troubles disappear. Thank you for making me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333, Kirsten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=39594626&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=81717785124&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=81717785124&amp;amp;id=6002178"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px;" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" class="" src="http://photos-178.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v359/82/32/6002178/n6002178_39594626_3584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;YOU GUYS ARE HOTTTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. YOU GUYS ARE BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;pps. MOTP CHOIR HANGOUT! THIS SUNDAY!!!! more info to follow! &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/5933931004693199710-8142401012382133112?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8142401012382133112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=8142401012382133112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8142401012382133112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8142401012382133112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-bottom-of-my-heart.html' title='from the bottom of my heart'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-2291860849228447116</id><published>2008-09-28T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:41:30.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irvine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>before i leave</title><content type='html'>this has been one of the hardest weeks i've had in a long time&lt;br /&gt;but, it was worth it for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MASS ON THE PLAZA 2008!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, Sunday, September 28!&lt;br /&gt;@the Engineering Plaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. despite the struggles, there were still a lot of times to smile. thank you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-2291860849228447116?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2291860849228447116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=2291860849228447116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2291860849228447116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2291860849228447116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-i-leave.html' title='before i leave'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-2520400510381223077</id><published>2008-09-27T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:11:10.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reunited and it feels so good</title><content type='html'>i'm at shawshank now, staying in bellamay, abby, &amp; anna's room. thanks anna for letting me stay on your bed! kathee! if you were here, it would old roommates reunited. anyways, i just like being on my laptop, and listening to friends having conversations as i blog. i can hear abby showering and krystle diane calling bellamay on her cell, even if she's upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being in irvine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've only been gone for a week &amp; i've been here almost every day. but just being here feels awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motp is tomorrow. what. the. eff. it came up so fast. we're ready. i mean, sure things won't sound perfect or go over just as we rehearse, but hey as long as we're doing it for Him than it's gonna be all g in the h. good in the hood, my friend. good in the hood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in "what the eff" mode right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sleepy right now. i've had a long day. even i don't have school or a job right now. ughh. damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm gonna copy bellamay: &lt;br /&gt;goodnight abby!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight bellamay! &lt;br /&gt;goodnight kim (even if you're sleeping already)!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight krystle!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight jamie!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight anna, i wish you were here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-2520400510381223077?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2520400510381223077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=2520400510381223077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2520400510381223077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2520400510381223077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='reunited and it feels so good'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-2419808538572557975</id><published>2008-09-26T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:02:59.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail  therapy'/><title type='text'>therapy</title><content type='html'>there are a lot of things that get me through the hard times. i got to use three of my favorites today: conversational therapy, retail therapy, &amp;amp; television therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversational&lt;br /&gt;thanks for returning my call today :) it was really nice talking to you. thanks for listening to me vent, whine, complain, &amp;amp; cry. it hasn't been the first time. hopefully we can catch up more soon. thanks to all the people who i had good convos with today on aim, you know who you are. i also had awesome times at lunch with my brother, kathee, and her uncle (or my brother's cousin-in-law, whichever you prefer). food &amp;amp; conversation = foosational therapy? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail&lt;br /&gt;i hit up Manila Arts &amp;amp; Trade with my mom today. i was looking for filipino stuff to wear for motp this sunday. i found something! it's not super fancy, but it's better than the same thing i've worn for 3 years. anyways, it's cool. i also went to target, but didn't get anything :[ but i did get 2 pairs of shoes at payless. hollaaaaa. i need to buy a pencil skirt tomorrow. i'm going to go shopping before i head to campus to help with the boothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, a love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;television&lt;br /&gt;DAMN it was awesome today. i only caught 2 of my 3 shows: The Office &amp;amp; Grey's Anatomy. DUDE THE OFFICE. THE OFFICE was freaking awesome. i watched it twice already. there are so many good things that came out of that. changed my life a little bit. my face hurt from laughing. Grey's was good too. it was a little intense i think. tried to fit a lot in one episode (you were right, Fran). but yeah. it was good nonetheless. looks like the seasons are off to a good start. i didn't get to watch ugly betty yet. hopefully i'll catch it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm obsessed with tv. but whatever, it helps me not think about my own problems and let's me focus on other people's drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard this song like 4 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wbgaXzQQP_"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wbgaXzQQP_" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxmusic13/music/eSIsZLp7/lauryn_hill_exfactor/"&gt;Ex-Factor - Lauryn Hill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've got a long day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fairytales don't come true.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is much stormier,&lt;br /&gt;much murkier,&lt;br /&gt;much scarier.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is much more interesting than living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. please keep praying for my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-2419808538572557975?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2419808538572557975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=2419808538572557975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2419808538572557975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/2419808538572557975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/therapy.html' title='therapy'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-7254622033536630312</id><published>2008-09-25T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:57:54.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q0BNUxL0Tr/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q0BNUxL0Tr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/SIenFn/music/EZwMSmJC/wicked_defying_gravity/"&gt;Defying Gravity - WICKED&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've been driving back and forth to irvine everyday since sunday, i've had a lot of time to think about things. i don't usually like to have this excess time to think, because there are a lot of things that i'd rather not think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timing is everything . i've experienced a lot of bad timing in my life, and now is no exception. i really wished i moved back home later. i wish i could be in irvine right now, surrounded by you guys, and not here. like, i love being home but things are really hard right now. but i know this is where i should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i stayed in irvine longer, who knows what would have happened. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the timing is terrible, i've realized that this is the best for things. it's now time for me to move on, forget about you, and really start living. being who i'm supposed to be. i can't let you hold me down and hold me back forever. i know i'm better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really thought, and i still do think so sometimes, that i needed you. but i know who my real friends are. and to anna, bellamay&amp;amp;abby (via anna. lol) erwin &amp;amp; kathee. thanks for helping me see what's up. i think if i didn't have liwanag &amp;amp; motp choir right now, i'd go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNvJdF4fXVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1MX99qekFTE/s1600-h/fobcut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNvJdF4fXVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1MX99qekFTE/s400/fobcut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250011292262948178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on to more shallow things, i got a terrible haircut yesterday. don't say i didn't warn you, next time you see me. my philippines fob-status haircut is back in effect from last summer. hopefully i can get it fixed soon. thinking about dyeing it to, something more "adult-like" and presentable for interviews and stuff. my mom says i look "too punky" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motp is this sunday. i mean, of course i'm stressed, but i still feel good about it. i guess my life has to come to a halt until sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sorry this was such a downer blog. hopefully i don't have a lot of those in the next few posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;and throw a couple of those bad boys out there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace friends.&lt;br /&gt;off to have lunch with some awesome people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-7254622033536630312?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7254622033536630312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=7254622033536630312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7254622033536630312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7254622033536630312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNvJdF4fXVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1MX99qekFTE/s72-c/fobcut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-8945279595093372887</id><published>2008-09-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:36:04.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We used to be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday together always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I'm losing my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This could be the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;don't ever tell me i didn't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-8945279595093372887?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8945279595093372887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=8945279595093372887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8945279595093372887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8945279595093372887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-and-me.html' title='you and me'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-7224937464965391884</id><published>2008-09-23T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:46:41.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='himym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>my favorite time of the school year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNliwYvrHuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WpTSDmltdsw/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNliwYvrHuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WpTSDmltdsw/s400/Photo+30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249335424092675810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME WEEEEEEK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i'm not a student, i still love the rush of it all. new faces and excitement of trying to get people to join liwanag. WOOOOOOOO. i mean, sure, there's the pitfall of being rejected by people who "pretend" to be on the phone, but it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got a prime time spot this year, right in front of Langson Library. last year, we had crappy spots all the way by Humanities. The drawback is that we're in Douchebag City by all the frats. haaaa. all goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling the rest of the week is gonna be De-wait for it-lightful! Delightful! Speaking of delightful things, fall tv has started! WHAT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night i watch Heroes! AND IT WAS AWESOME! and when i got home, i watch How I Met Your Mother on cbs.com. whooooo. man, it was awesome. I didn't get to watch Gossip Girl yet. Does anyone know if that plays online anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think we're gonna pack up soon? Or now. I'm gonna run outta battery soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-7224937464965391884?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7224937464965391884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=7224937464965391884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7224937464965391884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/7224937464965391884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favorite-time-of-school-year.html' title='my favorite time of the school year'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNliwYvrHuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WpTSDmltdsw/s72-c/Photo+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-1461962488037747514</id><published>2008-09-22T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:12:48.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irvine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bento box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good people'/><title type='text'>i really want to kick it with you</title><content type='html'>you'll be my american boy.&lt;br /&gt;that song is stuck in my head right now. i just fell asleep for like... 10 seconds. i'm so tired right now, but i wanted to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is, i don't know what to say. but it's okay! today was a good day. had brunch and pho for dinner, hung out w/ some of my favorite people. had good times and had good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although at the end of the night, instead of driving home to pbay i drove to my house. and i was mad tired &amp;amp; almost falling asleep on the road. that is a big time no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is a big week. welcome week. holla. it's one of my favorite times of the school year. on the reals. i love it. it's going to be different this year, being not a student anymore. that's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had more time. i mean that in so many ways. i wish i had more time in the summer. i wish i had more time now. if i had more time now, i could probably fit you in my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i keep falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-1461962488037747514?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1461962488037747514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=1461962488037747514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/1461962488037747514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/1461962488037747514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-really-want-to-kick-it-with-you.html' title='i really want to kick it with you'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-6090868422127560083</id><published>2008-09-20T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:13:14.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irvine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>chapter 1: transitions</title><content type='html'>i doubt i'm going to keep this chapter thing up. but since this is the first post coming from my new home, which was my old home, i figure this is the first chapter. well, this whole "my life is a book" metaphor doesn't really pan out. does that mean the other parts of my life were in a different book, or different chapters? but then, does that mean this new chapter isn't chapter one, it's like... chapter 4? i have no idea. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog title should be NEW chapter: transitions. but that wouldn't be as cool&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNXr64rxssI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pIjYiuRuYfo/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNXr64rxssI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pIjYiuRuYfo/s400/Photo+40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248360337651118786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNXr6-BTGZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/h6don1tfjWY/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNXr6-BTGZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/h6don1tfjWY/s400/Photo+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248360339083565458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyways... this is my first blog from home. my room is totally ridiculous right now. seriously. it's like... my mattress in the middle of the room surrounded by piles of pants on one side, with my desk in one corner, but the place where you sit is up against the wall. my "desk" right now is my bookcase turned on it's side, with the shelves piled up on top on the other side of my mattress. at the foot of my "bed" are stacks of wood for my loft, which are lying in front of my closet. that makes it quite difficult to put my clothes in. my tv is in one corner, with no cable. aaand i have my brother's childhood artwork/school projects strewn about the room. you can see most of this to your &lt;&lt;=== left. i have to bags full of stuff i'm gonna try to sell to buffalo, but i doubt they're gonna take it. those picky bastards. like, i don't even know what are in those boxes anymore. a lot of them say "kirsten's crap" on them. i cleaned a lot yesterday before erwin's dinner. i wasn't even able to fit my bed before that, but i knew i had to unless i wanted to sleep on the couch.    i think my room is gonna look pretty much like this for the next 2 weeks. even though i'm moved home there's still so much i have to do in irvine. welcome week tabling, servant leader mass, motp choir practices, motp, first meeting. ay. hopefully i'll clean a little bit every day.  you know what is really ridiculous though? my mom keeps telling me to put stuff away, BUT i don't have anywhere to put it. you know why? because my closet is full OF EVERYONE ELSE'S STUFF. gah.  i went to a wedding today. one of my brother's best friends, brian, married my brother's wife's best friend, candice! crazy. they all went to UCI too. anyways, i finally got my camera back from my parents, so hopefully i'll post pictures soon. if i can ever find the cord to connect my camera to my laptop.  my uncle, who i call my cousin because he's only 20 and it's easier to say than explain how my uncle is younger than me, from japan was in town today. he's half japanese half filipino. but like... he's hella japanese washed. it's awesome. he's in a band and he plays drums. i took a picture of him and my brother and he did the fob peace signs. it was great. hopefully i'll post pictures of that soon.  SO, even though i'm home now, it really doesn't feel like it yet. because i'm still all up ins the irvine mix. it hasn't hit me that I'M HOME. like, i'm sad. but i haven't realized it yet. i'm still in this "oh yeah this is awesome i get to fix up my room" phase. i do miss my apartment, especially my roommates (kathee, bellamay, abby, and you too, dean). i'm still in this weird transition phase, where nothing is settled yet.  i mean, i'm sad. but i don't think i've really been SAD SAD yet. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNXvWBPBMvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3PTsYSjJKBk/s1600-h/Photo+42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNXvWBPBMvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3PTsYSjJKBk/s400/Photo+42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248364102337770226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i've blabbered on for too long.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;---- this is me, being "sad" in my ridiculously messy room.  oh yeah, before i leave i've got a lot of shout outs:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERWIN, ANGIE, FRANNY, KATHEE, &amp;amp; KAYLENE!&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS MR.&amp;amp;MRS. HANSEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-6090868422127560083?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6090868422127560083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=6090868422127560083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6090868422127560083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6090868422127560083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-1-transitions.html' title='chapter 1: transitions'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/SNXr64rxssI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pIjYiuRuYfo/s72-c/Photo+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-5126906326411218477</id><published>2008-09-17T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:13:45.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><title type='text'>this is oddly accurate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;saw &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/NameData.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://frannybaloo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Franny&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, decided to give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You entered: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kirsten B-------z A----o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There are 21 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 21 letters total to 101&lt;br /&gt;There are  8 vowels and 13 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What your first name means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Scottish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Variant of Kirsty: Christian. A Scottish variant of Christina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Scandinavian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Christian. Scandinavian form of Christine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Norse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Variant of Christiana. Follower of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Variant of Christine, Christina, and Christiana. Follower of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Danish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The characteristics of #2 are: &lt;/b&gt;Cooperation, adaptability, consideration of others, partnering, mediating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The expression or destiny for #2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number 2 Expression gives you the tools to work very well with other people. Your destiny is in the role of the mediator and the peacemaker. In many ways you are dependent on others and seem to function best in a partnership or in some form of group activity. Modesty runs deep in your nature, and you can work comfortably without recognition of your accomplishments. Often, others get credit for your ideas, and this is of little real concern to your since you are such a willing team player. As you grow in this direction, you become sensitive to the feelings of others, you are ever diplomatic in handling complicated situations. Cooperative, courteous, and considerate, you have the capacity to become an outstanding facilitator. You know how to organize and handle people. You are a good detail person because you rarely overlook anything. Tactful and friendly, nearly everyone likes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The negative 2 personality can be over-sensitive and easily hurt. Too much of this number in your makeup can make you very shy and uncertain. Sometimes the excessive 2 energies makes one apathetic and somewhat indifferent to the job at hand; the ability to handle details is hampered in these cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/b&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A Soul Urge number of 5 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 soul urge or motivation would like to follow a life of freedom, excitement, adventure and unexpected happening. The idea of travel and freedom to roam intrigues you. You are very much the adventurer at heart. Not particularly concerned about your future or about getting ahead, you can seem superficial and unmotivated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a positive sense, the energies of the number 5 make you very adaptable and versatile. You have a natural resourcefulness and enthusiasm that may mark you as a progressive with a good mind and active imagination. You seem to have a natural inclination to be a pace-setter. You are attracted to the unusual and the fast paced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You may be overly restless and impatient at times. You may dislike the routine work that you are engaged in, and tend to jump from activity to activity, without ever finishing anything. You may have difficulty with responsibility. You don't want to be tied down to a relationship, and it may be hard to commit to one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/b&gt; 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;An Inner Dream number of 6 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home. You crave the devotion from offspring and a loving spouse. You picture yourself in the center of a successful domestic unit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so much of this is true, especially right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-5126906326411218477?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5126906326411218477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=5126906326411218477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5126906326411218477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/5126906326411218477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-oddly-accurate.html' title='this is oddly accurate.'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-6656873226992140963</id><published>2008-09-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:14:06.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>another early morning</title><content type='html'>this has been my 6th consecutive early morning. my reason for being awake early today is because i'm getting my wisdom teeth out. i haven't been making a big deal out of it, but i'm actually pretty scared. not a fan of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole wisdom teeth thing is a part of my "insurance ends in october, so i need to take care of everything" phase. hence, new contacts and my desire to go to the doctor for my ankle &amp;amp; eye twitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scheduled for 8:30, so i should really go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-6656873226992140963?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6656873226992140963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=6656873226992140963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6656873226992140963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/6656873226992140963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-early-morning.html' title='another early morning'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933931004693199710.post-8077323114867758507</id><published>2008-09-16T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:55:01.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is new</title><content type='html'>since i know i won't be posting on here just yet, i'm not going to publicize this one.&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933931004693199710-8077323114867758507?l=whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8077323114867758507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5933931004693199710&amp;postID=8077323114867758507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8077323114867758507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933931004693199710/posts/default/8077323114867758507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whats-it-gonna-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-new.html' title='this is new'/><author><name>kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07680770081671282221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv_00QVHCPY/S0TEP12FDSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OBtnFG_7GtA/S220/meow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
