<?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-3842293506229865663</id><updated>2011-10-09T12:30:16.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-56752984702876313</id><published>2009-11-13T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:38:46.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>‘Mo Money Mo Problems?’</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sevenlockshousing.co.uk/images/money2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.sevenlockshousing.co.uk/images/money2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;money, money, money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat: &lt;/span&gt;One Republic - Say (All I Need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;An escape whether it’s a trip to Disneyland, a snowboarding trip, or a visit to Sin City Las Vegas, I'm in dire need of a 'getaway.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;‘Mo Money Mo Problems?’ how about ‘No Money Mo Problems?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MoMoneyMoProblems.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Money…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Like it. Loathe it. Want it. Waste it. But you just cannot ignore it. What is with money—that rumpled piece of printed-paper in your wallet that the world bows to its power—that makes it tick? We love it and we condemn it. We go all out to get as much of it as we can, then we berate it for being a temptation! We live with it and realize our dreams through it, yet are the first to say 'money can't buy everything'. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;How can you say ‘Mo Money Mo Problems?’&lt;/span&gt; Wouldn’t money greatly reduce the number of problems you would have in life? Of course money can’t buy happiness and fix everything.  but damnit let’s be real. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Let’s effing talk ‘No Money Mo Problems.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; being the sole provider of a family of 4, my dad unemployed and ready to leave us for the Philippines, my brother an unemployed 8th year in college, and me, a UC Irvine senior that has a bartending license but currently unemployed, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I’m not only seeing how important money is, but I’m also seeing how many problems arise from the lack of sufficient &lt;/span&gt;funds.&lt;/span&gt; Like everyone in the lower-middle class, those being greatly affected by this harsh economy, and college students, I’m on the effing grind every single day—stretching a dollar as far as it can go and making good use of any spare change I can find. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Having ‘No Money’ has definitely created ‘Mo Problems.’ &lt;/span&gt;But even with all of that negativity going on, I learned to just appreciate the small things and see the good out of having no money. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;They can be summed up in 4 words: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respect, cherish, need, and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Being ‘broke’ usually has a negative connotation to it. But rather than looking at it like that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I learned to respect those who are on the grind. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, we’re not as fortunate as others who get allowance weekly, have parents with well-paid jobs, get financial aid, or other forms of steady income holding us down. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;But, I do have high respect for those who work those 1 or 2 part-time jobs while being a full-time student to get by. Those people who take any jobs that they can because they know the importance of money and don’t give a fuck if they are making coffee for a douchebag at 6am because they know the moneys worth it. I have hella respect for all the moms and dads out there who are working effing hard to provide for their family.&lt;/span&gt; I learned to appreciate my mom so much more, knowing that she’s not only working a 12-hour shift but sometimes even overtime just so she can be the sole provider for our family. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those people are strong and you gotta have damn respect for them. Those people are on the grind and you got to appreciate what they do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So the next time you talk some shit on some worker at a fast-food chain, think that maybe they are doing it not by choice, but because they are on the grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cherish.&lt;/span&gt; Not having money can mean that you don’t have money to spend which means no time to ‘kick it with the homies.’ It sucks not being able to go clubbing, pitch in for alcohol, watch a movie, get lunch/dinner with friends when you have no money to spare. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;But with that being said, when you do have money… CHERISH it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you do choose to use it to ‘chill,’ then appreciate that money spent. Enjoy the effing movie, enjoy that dinner/lunch you had with your homie, enjoy the party you’re getting shitfaced at because as fortunate as it seems for you at the moment, you’ll never know when you won’t have enough money to indulge in moments like that ever again. I’m just saying, don’t take things for granted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now that me and my family are really on the grind, I realized how much I appreciate things that we do together. Every dinner we share together, I cherish because I know that it’s now a rare occasion to go out to eat. Every year we used to go to Las Vegas for my mom’s birthday, and now I’m saddened at the thought of possibly not being able to go this year because we don’t have money to spare. I used to take a lot of things for granted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Now, I’m just going to cherish the moments I have. I ask you to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Need.&lt;/span&gt; I don’t mean to sound so cliché, but when you do have money&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPEND IT WISELY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you don’t learn the importance of saving and keeping track of your financial spending, karma will surely eff you up. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is a CLEAR DEFINITION of what you WANT and what you NEED&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Being in the dance scene, I hate when people talk so much trash when someone doesn’t ‘look like a dancer.’ Rather than being so shallow, has it ever occurred to you that MAYBE someone just can’t afford those luxuries?&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I’d rather be able to pay for bills, have money for groceries, gas for my car, and money saved for emergencies than spend it on some fresh dunks, new clothes, and designer bags. I mean of course I WANT those things, but when it comes down to it, I don’t NEED them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Especially for those of you on the GRIND, don’t buy unnecessary shit. Real talk, you don’t need it. It’s not necessary for your survival. You looking cute or you looking steezed out doesn’t mean shit if you’re truly broke. Rather, I find it kind of ironic that you’re putting up a front and flossing all these luxuries when you can’t even afford to pay your rent. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Point is that money comes and goes, when you have money use it for others [of course you can indulge and spend it on yourself every once and a while but it’s better when it’s shared], when you don’t have money don’t be iggnant and spend it unnecessarily because it’ll just cause more problems for you in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope.&lt;/span&gt; Just know that money comes around and goes around. It’s not the end all be all. Of course you need it, but don’t give up hope if you’re on the grind and have no money. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don’t be so hard on yourself if you are hella broke too. There’s always going to be someone that’s doing worse than you, broker than you are, and grinding harder than you. Just know that those people don’t give up so you shouldn’t either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Looking at how hard my mom works, leaves me to believe that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there’s hope.&lt;/span&gt; Hope that my family will be okay, hope that I’ll be able to finish my senior year at UCI and graduate knowing she didn’t waste her time and money on me, hope that when I graduate I’ll be making the money to pay her back and help out my family at the same time.&lt;/span&gt; So just keep that in mind, have hope. If you’re lacking that, just pray and God will take care of the rest. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Also, it helps to never let go of your passions. &lt;/span&gt;With all these stresses in my life, I know I should be sacrificing something, but I would never sacrifice dance because not only is it my release, but also because my 3 teams are my family and they keep me sane and hold me down. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't have to give up on your hopes and dreams to stay financially stable. Hang on to them, have hope, and who knows maybe you'll get paid to do what you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it’s been a while since I wrote a meaningful blog.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I miss it.&lt;/span&gt; I’ve just been so busy with 20 units, 3 teams, a research project and a senior thesis to write that I haven’t had time to really put my thoughts into words. I'm not a terrible speaker, but I find that I express myself much more through writing these damn blogs than I could ever explicate in person. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I’m looking to blogg more when I get the chance even if it means blogging at 5am in the morning.&lt;/span&gt; It helps me get things off my chest, find myself [another puzzle piece], and hopefully helps someone reading this figure something out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Again, buy a SHEROES shirt and go to “Dance For A Cause” Workshops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And do me a favor and pray for me and those who are on the grind, they’ll/we’ll need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-56752984702876313?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/56752984702876313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/11/mo-money-mo-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/56752984702876313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/56752984702876313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/11/mo-money-mo-problems.html' title='‘Mo Money Mo Problems?’'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-868623427278505403</id><published>2009-11-10T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:21:04.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/Svo7ppKlmUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EGJmkhkYRrU/s1600-h/11543_816832319381_6022904_45835827_5884239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/Svo7ppKlmUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EGJmkhkYRrU/s320/11543_816832319381_6022904_45835827_5884239_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402696289595267394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Save the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat: &lt;/span&gt;Gangsta Luv -Snoop Dogg feat. The Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyReading:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HW due for the next 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; $15 make ya hollar :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SaveThePhilippines. &lt;/span&gt;In addition to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Dance For A Cause" workshop&lt;/span&gt; on FRIDAY NOVEMBER 20 from 5-9pm, to support the typhoon victims of the Philippines and help aid those whose lives has been torn from these tragic events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sheroes is ALSO selling "Save the Philippines" shirts for $15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to buy one, message a sheroe through fbook with your name and shirt size.&lt;br /&gt;ALL PROCEEDS ARE DONATED TO HELP THE VICTIMS OF THE PHILIPPINES ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Please advertise this workshop and bring everyone you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Also, if you are FILIPINO you have NO excuse NOT to BUY ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-868623427278505403?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/868623427278505403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/11/save-philippines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/868623427278505403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/868623427278505403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/11/save-philippines.html' title='Save the Philippines'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/Svo7ppKlmUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EGJmkhkYRrU/s72-c/11543_816832319381_6022904_45835827_5884239_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-6627264989068040651</id><published>2009-11-08T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:41:21.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance For A Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs017.snc3/12466_1190677880475_1034190068_30505523_7852182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 293px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs017.snc3/12466_1190677880475_1034190068_30505523_7852182_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dance For A Cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;NERD – Meet Me Halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyReading:&lt;/span&gt; HW due for the next 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; SHEROES is HOSTING &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"DANCE FOR A CAUSE,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY NOVEMBER 20 from 5-9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to support the typhoon victims of the Philippines and help aid those whose lives has been torn from these tragic events. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PLEASE COME OUT AND SUPPORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DanceForACause.&lt;/span&gt; On September 28, 2009: At least 400 Filipinos have lost their lives, and 150,000 of their homes, to Typhoon Ketsana (Ondoy). The storm hit Luzon, the Philippines' main island, on Saturday, September 26th bringing a month's worth of rainfall to Metro Manila and nearby areas in just a few hours, causing severe flooding which resulted in the loss of many lives and the displacement of hundreds of thousands of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to 80 percent of Manila is covered in water. Rescue workers are reported to be overwhelmed. Forty-eight hours after the storm dumped the same amount of rain in one day as is typical for a whole month in the region, thousands of capital residents are still awaiting rescue on rooftops. Tens of thousands of people are sleeping in churches, schools, and outdoor parks. Many are pitching tents wherever they can. Roads and bridges have been washed away. In the capital of Manila alone, economic damage has already totaled $30 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, on October 3, 2009: At least 193 Filipinos have lost their lives and tens of thousands of people to fled their homes for safer shelter as Typhoon Parma (Pepeng) crossed the northern tip of the already storm-battered Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;All the profits, donations, clothes, books, toys, and nonperishable canned goods will go directly to the Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So PLEASE!! Come Out &amp;amp; Support!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Registration starts at 5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First class is taught by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Monica Parales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [6-7pm]&lt;br /&gt;Second class is taught by&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Brian "BAM" Martin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;[7-8pm]&lt;br /&gt;Third class is taught by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Shaun Evaristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [8-9pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the flier for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SEE YOU THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Please advertise this workshop and bring everyone you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Also, if you are FILIPINO you have NO excuse NOT to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-6627264989068040651?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6627264989068040651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-for-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6627264989068040651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6627264989068040651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-for-cause.html' title='Dance For A Cause'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-6272796136381720258</id><published>2009-10-29T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:55:17.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Wedding Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs058.snc3/14540_1185618874003_1034190068_30492745_7741286_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 312px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs058.snc3/14540_1185618874003_1034190068_30492745_7741286_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;N.E.R.D – Anti-Matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyReading: &lt;/span&gt;Midterm Study Guide for PS149C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage: &lt;/span&gt;November 3, 2009 is my parent’s 25th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11.3.09. &lt;/span&gt;My parent’s Silver Wedding Anniversary is coming up. Unfortunately I don’t have enough money to pay for a banquet hall or fancy party. I thought about sending them on a 3-5 day cruise or paying for a week’s vacation, but they kept telling me to save my money and spend it on school. So… I ended up making them a scrapbook. A lot of the pictures they had were just stacked on top of each other and collecting dust. So I thought, maybe if I could quickstyle put together &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a scrapbook that’ll commemorate their 25 years of marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it’ll be greatly appreciated. I felt that if I hand-made the gift it’s better than me buying their gift. It’ll be more personal because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I put my heart, soul, and time into making the gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I’m still working on what I’m going to hand-write in the scrapbook. The pictures enough are worth a thousand words… so the message I’ll have to write has to really be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;meaningful, sincere, and memorable enough to not be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the scrapbook I’m giving my parents, minus what I have to write. Enjoy.&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/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs058.snc3/14540_1185618874003_1034190068_30492745_7741286_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 336px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs058.snc3/14540_1185618874003_1034190068_30492745_7741286_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs058.snc3/14540_1185618914004_1034190068_30492746_8046081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 336px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs058.snc3/14540_1185618914004_1034190068_30492746_8046081_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs058.snc3/14540_1185618954005_1034190068_30492747_2447316_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 229px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs078.snc3/14540_1185619274013_1034190068_30492755_7410662_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs078.snc3/14540_1185619314014_1034190068_30492756_227710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 336px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs078.snc3/14540_1185619314014_1034190068_30492756_227710_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Come support CADC’s first performance of the year with the 09-10 team on 11.5.09 at flagpoles at 1220pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;BTW Watch me &amp;amp; Yack’s class online:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OIb9hwf8wcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OIb9hwf8wcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-6272796136381720258?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6272796136381720258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/silver-wedding-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6272796136381720258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6272796136381720258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/silver-wedding-anniversary.html' title='Silver Wedding Anniversary.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-8154291105729018435</id><published>2009-10-22T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:24:16.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CADC 2009-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%253A%252F%252Fimg43.imageshack.us%252Fimg43%252F3492%252Fcadc20092010roster.png&amp;amp;h=84f8faf278bca28c6d9cf8cf52c4d0a7&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%253A%252F%252Fimg43.imageshack.us%252Fimg43%252F3492%252Fcadc20092010roster.png&amp;amp;h=84f8faf278bca28c6d9cf8cf52c4d0a7&amp;amp;ref=nf" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nuff said :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY CADC 2009-2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so effin happy and excited.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a good year!! I CAN FEEL IT &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Come support SHEROES at CSSD Showcase this Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;GAHH Pray for me I have 2 midterms next week lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&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/3842293506229865663-8154291105729018435?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8154291105729018435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/cadc-2009-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8154291105729018435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8154291105729018435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/cadc-2009-2010.html' title='CADC 2009-2010'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-8841430684601454994</id><published>2009-10-20T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:26:12.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kappa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs279.snc1/10624_293742855102_784920102_9467713_6528907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 294px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs279.snc1/10624_293742855102_784920102_9467713_6528907_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina, Erica, Becca, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Black Eyed Peas - Meet Me Halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;CurrentlyWatching:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;CADC 2009 Audition Videos of my Individual and Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; I’m a Newbie on CADC! YAY KAPPA Class. YAY for a new FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kappa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I auditioned for CADC on 10.19.09. It was probably the most nerve-racking thing I’ve done in 4 years. I haven’t auditioned in 4 years, regardless of how many people were there to give me pep talks and support me, I was still tripping balls! I've never auditioned inside crawford hall. I've been to DC and KM Auditions and Judged CG Auditions. It's so interesting to see the tables turn. I wondered how nervous the auditionees must have been to see the judges, alumni, and bleachers full of people. Then I find myself in that same very predicament. I couldn’t stop practicing, pacing, smoking cigarettes, etc. I finally get called round 1 [individuals] with Sonia &amp;amp; Koko [Returners on DC], and my group gets called 2nd to last for round 2. For being there for 8 hours, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it was worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Putting aside how effing nervous I was, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it was good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There was hella auditionees [200?] and a lot of talented dancers [yall were sick as fcuk!] Thank God for Becca Kim &amp;amp; Erica Lee. I love you mamaz =D We worked hard and danced hard. I’m really happy and proud of us. LADY GAGA!!! Lol. For those of you who weren’t able to make it to auditions here’s my videos. Compliments of my dormmate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kris Chow.&lt;/span&gt; He's the effing best. thanks for recording and for the pep talk. BTW, I messed up and had my nervous moments, but I tried my best. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CADC Auditions 2009 - Team Lady GaGa ♥  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kC2QoSx3uFk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kC2QoSx3uFk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CADC Auditions 2009 - Individuals: Kimmiko, Koko, and Sonia ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CN34yQYTi_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CN34yQYTi_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm really excited for this upcoming year. I'm going to continue to "finish strong." Work hard, dance hard, give back, and have a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm really excited to meet the rest of the Kappas and start training/dancing on CADC. Let the good times roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Come Support Sheroes Workshops Wednesdays in October at Jayvee Dance Center in Alhambra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YAY CADC KAPPA CLASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&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/3842293506229865663-8841430684601454994?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8841430684601454994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/kappa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8841430684601454994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8841430684601454994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/kappa.html' title='Kappa'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-2857713639510529741</id><published>2009-10-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:34:10.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish Strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache1.bigcartel.com/product_images/2171812/go_hard_purple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 294px;" src="http://cache1.bigcartel.com/product_images/2171812/go_hard_purple.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Baby Dollz – My Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dole Whip from Disneyland and a trip to Vegas or some Indian Casino to satisfy my gambling itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; Senior Year = Finish Strong. “The great philosopher Epictetus said, "It's not what happens to you, it's how you react that matters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FinishStrong. &lt;/span&gt;It’s my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;senior year &lt;/span&gt;at UCI. I’m scheduled to graduate and walk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Spring 2010&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Looking back on my college life/career,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; of shit happened—some good, a lot of bad—but regardless of all of that, I have one more year left and I want to do it big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;LIVE IT UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I’m not going to have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Senioritis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and just “chill.” I’m going to go all out and not hold back on anything. What do I mean by this? This &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;“Finish Strong”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; attitude is about choice. Only you have the power to choose how to respond to the challenges before you. So how will you choose to respond? Will you take up a challenge or let it pass you by? In my life, there are several struggles and choices that I have to make. I know that if I say “Yes” to something, I’m saying “No” to something else, so I've weighed my decisions out carefully. I’ve always been the type of person whose word is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“good for it.”&lt;/span&gt; If I say I’m going to do something, you damn sure can count on me to do it to the best of my ability with no bullshit in between. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I don’t believe in half-committing/half-assing something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So what are the choices I’ve made for 2009-2010? I’m clearly just going to list them, as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;reminder&lt;/span&gt; to me and those of you following my blogg to be&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; true to myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;keep me on check&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dean’s list:&lt;/span&gt; I want to get on the Dean’s List one more time before I graduate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Complete UROP/SURP Research Project:&lt;/span&gt; I want to present my project flawlessly at the Undergraduate Research Symposium in May and get my proposal published in a journal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Complete PS Honors Senior Thesis:&lt;/span&gt; I want to write a strong 60-80 page senior thesis and graduate with honors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2 exhibition:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheroes &amp;amp; Boxcuttuhz&lt;/span&gt;—Sheroes practices Mondays (8-12pm) &amp;amp; Saturday Mornings (11-2pm). Cuttuhz practices Mondays (9-11pm) and Saturday Afternoons (2-7pm). I know I’ll be really busy dancing, but I want this and I WILL handle it. I planned out my schedule so that SUNDAYS are, with no exceptions, homework/study day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bartending:&lt;/span&gt; I want to balance school, dance, and work. Land a steady bartending job and keep it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Announcement.&lt;/span&gt; After much contemplation, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’ve decided to audition for CADC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. At first I was hesitant because I wasn’t sure if I could &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;handle it&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn’t sure if this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;what I really wanted&lt;/span&gt;. Lastly, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SCARED&lt;/span&gt;. But I realized, I have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;“FINISH STRONG.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I don’t want to look back on my life and wonder “what if?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; I rather GO FOR IT and get rejected giving it my all than not trying at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; At least if I give it my all, there won’t be anymore “what ifs” or “regrets” right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After much self-reflection and discussions with several close friends, I decided to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs280.snc1/10726_797605659761_6022904_45097070_5007885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 431px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs280.snc1/10726_797605659761_6022904_45097070_5007885_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;100% committed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to auditioning and I’m really excited for auditions [workshops week 3, audition week 4 CRAWFORD HALL on Monday OCT 19th @ 6:30pm]. I’m usually really shy as a person (good at 1-on-1 conversation, but not BIG groups), until you get to know me, but over this past summer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I’ve grown to love the team. &lt;/span&gt;I think every single person on that team is not only &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sick as fuck&lt;/span&gt; as a dancer, but also a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;genuinely good person&lt;/span&gt; that I wouldn’t mind getting lunch with or kicking it with. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Of course I’m a little nervous.&lt;/span&gt; The last time I auditioned for a team was my freshman year in college [4 years ago!]. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So wish me luck =D &lt;/span&gt;I’m going to give it my all and I hope that’s good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(not because people were telling me to). I want to grow as much as I can &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;not only as a dancer, but also as a person and friend&lt;/span&gt;. I know if I make the team, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DC can teach me A LOT.&lt;/span&gt; I have one more year left to dance “competitively” (Lord knows I’m not competing anymore after I graduate. I need to work full-time for 2 years, land that professional internship at Corporate Disney in Burbank, and save for Business Graduate School because my loans won’t be enough to cover my schooling if I go off the bat)and I’ve realized that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DC is perfect &lt;/span&gt;not only because of it’s location, or the fact that it’s UCI based and I’m a UCI student, but because I know that if I make it on the team, it’s going to the be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BEST FUCKING YEAR of my life.&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I can honestly feel the energy from the team, the love and respect that they share for each other as teammates and family, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;I want to be a part of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I have so much respect for them and hope I get the chance to share the stage with them and &lt;span&gt;dance my heart out&lt;/span&gt; on stage for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank God for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Becca Kim and Erica Lee&lt;/span&gt;—my CADC audition group and DC returners. I’m really excited and happy we’re auditioning together. It’s going to be hella &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GOOD TIMES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs260.snc1/10726_797605654771_6022904_45097069_7351642_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 417px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs260.snc1/10726_797605654771_6022904_45097069_7351642_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BeReal. &lt;/span&gt;I know there will be people our there cheering me on, those people I really am blessed to have in my life and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;thank you for supporting me&lt;/span&gt;. On the other hand, I know there will be other people who will be talking mad shit, those people I have no control over, but if you’re reading this I want you to know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m not going to let you phase me&lt;/span&gt;. I’m tired of trying to make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; happy. This is what I want and like the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10 thing I hate about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not going to make ANYONE make ME feel like I CAN’T have what I WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m doing this for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; and if you were really down for me, you’d be a homie, respect that decision, and support it. And if you weren’t a homie to begin with, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; wasting your energy and time hating on me, spend that energy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; elsewhere &lt;/span&gt;and do something positive for a change. But if you do continue to hate, I’m just going to develop “tough skin,” and stop worrying so much bout what you say. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’ma just do ME and be HAPPY that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FinishStrong. &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for reading my blogg. Hope it was somewhat inspirational. I challenge you to always choose to Finish Strong and tell me about it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’ll be here cheering you on. &lt;/span&gt;Sorry if I’m MIA too for the homies whom I’ve yet to chill with, get lunch/dinner with for 3-4 years. You know how I am. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just know I never forget about you guys and always appreciate that you're still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pray for me &amp;amp; Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&amp;amp; COME SUPPORT SHEROES. TAKE ME &amp;amp; YACKZ CLASS THIS WEDNESDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s to a JERKIN SONG!! No joke, I’ll teach you how to JERK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-2857713639510529741?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/2857713639510529741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/finish-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/2857713639510529741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/2857713639510529741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/finish-strong.html' title='Finish Strong.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-2922580798096084992</id><published>2009-10-04T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:02:38.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Support Your Fellow Sheroes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7134_1166838564507_1034190068_30447793_6616647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 297px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7134_1166838564507_1034190068_30447793_6616647_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Best Best - Missy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyReading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A bunch of reading assignments for 3 essays that are due this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Come Support your fellow SHEROES at October JayVee Monthly Jam in Alhambra. Wednesdays from 730pm-830pm! Hope to see you there ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Update.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartending.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I finally passed my bartending exam, just got to wait for the speed test and to get my certification [takes about 2-3 weeks to process]. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some random mishaps with my classes this quarter. I really hope that I stay in my PS Honors thesis workshop and independent study otherwise I’m going to be fucked trying to return books &amp;amp; picking up 2 random ass classes during week 3. I don’t even want to think about adding and dropping classes, catching up in another pointless random class, and going through all that hassle.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My grandparents have been in and out of the hospital. They aren’t doing too well and want to go “home” to the Philippines. I don’t really have to explain that last sentence. I just pray and wish them the best. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My dad’s currently unemployed which has been taking a big toll on my family right now. My mom cannot financially afford to support at family of 4. So it’s been pretty stressful lately. My parents have talked to me about dropping out of UCI because they can’t afford to pay for my education, so I claimed independent. They talked to me about getting a full-time job to help pay for bills, so I’m bartending. On top of all of that, they don’t know how we are going to pay for the house this month. I just keep praying that everything will be alright, even though I know it might not be. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My dad says he’s going back home to the “P.I” for an indefinite amount of time. I cried and got angry over the matter, but I can’t do anything about it, so I’m just going to let it go and pray that we are strong enough here to keep going. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;11.03.09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My parents 25th silver wedding anniversary is coming up next month. Sadly, they were hoping that one of their kids would be financially able to provide a celebration on their behalf… I’m not going to even get started on my brother, but like I said we can’t financially afford it. I have money saved and have a couple ideas on their presents. 1) Cruiseline tickets [3-5 day cruise] 2) Scrapbook commemorating their 25 years of marriage 3) Vacation package to Hawaii or Las Vegas [I’m hesitant on the latter, because Vegas means gambling which means spending more money]. 4) Spa or Concert tickets. If you have any ideas, shoot them my way please. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sam turned 20 on October 1st. I hooked him up with a 32GB 3rd gen Ipod Touch with screen guards and a case. I’m glad he likes his “Pikachu.”&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Currently, I’m dancing on 2 teams. I am on Sheroes [which practices 1-2 times a week. Monday Nights regularly and occasionally Saturday mornings]. I am also officially a Boxcuttah [which we practice 2-4 times a week. Tues, Thurs, and Saturday. Occasionally on mon and wed as a make-up]. I love dancing, being motivated, and challenged to be a better dancer and person. I love having this vision for dancing and someone encouraging me to pursue it. I love helping someone who has a vision get to where they want to be. I’m so blessed and thankful to have Sheroes and Boxcuttahz in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sorry if I haven’t blogged in a while. I’ve been caught up with dance, school, and work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME SUPPORT SHEROES. TAKE ME &amp;amp; YACKZ CLASS NEXT WEDNESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-2922580798096084992?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/2922580798096084992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-support-your-fellow-sheroes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/2922580798096084992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/2922580798096084992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-support-your-fellow-sheroes.html' title='Come Support Your Fellow Sheroes!!'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-3032483240118475223</id><published>2009-09-08T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:31:25.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;**UPDATE 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dan called me earlier today. I really appreciate the conversation we had. Thank you for clearing up any misunderstandings. =D &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;**UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After making this entry, I got 2 comments regarding the blogg. I have read both of them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I really appreciate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for commenting on my blogg, you didn't have to even read it, but to hear your concern and want to make any misunderstandings fixed are greatly appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;I know thatsfresh.com is not about spreading rumors or starting drama, but rather a public forum for dance community news. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I know when you posted you tried to stay as objective as possible to not show any form of bias or pointing of fingers until there is "proof." So thank you for that&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I have no hard/ill feelings towards thatsfresh.com or to you/your post. &lt;/span&gt;My whole problem is with what CG said publicly on thatsfresh.com vs. what CG members said personally via word of mouth to members in the dance community--to say they are not trying to point fingers over thatsfresh.com, but for some members to say they think it's me in person to those not on CG is contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second comment I received is upsetting. First of all, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you wrote the comment, I wasn't blaming you of accusing me... I was saying that it's hypocritical for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CG as a whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The CG directors are still speculating as to who it is that is sending the messages, and believe it is possible that it could be a former team member&lt;/span&gt;," and the comment that follows is, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want to spread rumors, because there is no certainty&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; I know personally maybe you wouldn't point fingers. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But if CG doesn't want to spread rumors because there is no certainty, why is it when I talk to other people not on CG, from KM, from DC, etc. Anyone who has talked to a CG member, without me even having to bring it up, said they heard from a CG member/CG that "Kim Maniego did it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You don't know how many outside people have come up to me to tell me that they talked to CG members personally and they said people on the team think I did it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Also, I tried to understand CG's side of why they would even accuse me in the first place... I'm just saying... I find it hypocritical that PUBLICLY CG says that it could be a former team member, but because there is no certainty they don't want to spread rumors. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But CG did spread rumors... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If CG really did try to understand my side and NOT spread RUMORS then we wouldn't be in this whole mess right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If CG really didn't want to point fingers then why even say "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The CG directors are still speculating as to who it is that is sending the messages, and believe it is possible that it could be a former team member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?" If CG really didn't want any drama or misunderstanding why publicly point it in a certain direction? The drama would've been squashed before it even got out publicly if no one said anything about who they speculate, what they think, etc they would've kept it between the team only. No one on CG would have even said my name publicly? No one on CG would have accused me word-of-mouth, etc? But it didn't turn out that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of the 3 CG people who did talk to me did say that 1/3 are neutral, a 1/3 believe me, a 1/3 think it's me... But regardless of saying that, your team has to be careful of what those 1/3 that think it's me say, because it's representing CG as a whole. The people on KM &amp;amp; DC that talked to me didn't say "this person said they think you did it," they said "CG thinks you did it."So to me, that's a representation of the team... because honestly, no one on CG apologized to me or talked to me since Big B's text messages except for 3 CG heads who on their own account decided to tell me how they feel about the whole mess.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; If I am misunderstanding what's been going on then I'm sorry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I don't think I am. I don't think those people on KM &amp;amp; DC would lie to me about what the CG person said because then that'll be causing drama. But if I'm wrong then I truly am sorry. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/let_go%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/let_go%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Frou Frou – Let Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A visit to Disneyland '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage: &lt;/span&gt;“The ONLY people you need in your life are the ones that prove that they need you in theirs. So let haterz hate. Just be YOU, and be HAPPY that way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What a mess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Quick recap on things that have occurred in the past week. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was accused publicly from Common Ground of hacking into the CG yahoo account and writing hate e-mails to other teams. &lt;/span&gt;It took that event for me to realize a bunch of things about myself and life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Let haters hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost sleep, had decreased appetite, and cried a lot last week. I can’t explain to you enough how much it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; to be accused of those things. I devoted my past 3 years to CG, being a good director, teammate, and friend. I left so that there wouldn’t be drama and to hear that they would even think that I would do something like that was insulting. Ever since when was I shady? Ever since when was I the type of person to want to start drama? It hurt to hear friends that I thought were super close to me accused me of doing it as well.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; It took this event to show me who my true “family” and “friends” were—the ones who would still vouch for me even when I wasn’t there to defend myself. &lt;/span&gt;The ones who still believed I had “class,” that “I’m not like that,” that “it’s not her.” I appreciate those people a lot. Those are the people I feel are worth keeping a relationship with. Those are the people that I truly respect and know when shit hits the fan, they’d still be my side even when my “family” turns on me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I learned to just LET HATERS HATE.&lt;/span&gt; No matter how many times or ways I explained myself, I came to realize that it doesn’t matter anymore. The people who know my true character will always believe me and the people who have bias or ignorant about the whole ideal will never believe me. I’m not going to force them or waste my time saying “I didn’t do it,” anymore. It’s not worth it, I know I didn’t do it and my true “family” and “friends” know I didn’t do it, and frankly that’s good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Think before you speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand CG had to handle things the way they did—by publicly announcing on thatsfresh.com about the hacking of the yahoo account. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But understand, if you’re going to speak on behalf of CG you are speaking on behalf of the team as a whole. &lt;/span&gt;It’s contradictory and hypocritical in my opinion, to say that “it is believed to be a former member of CG but we don’t want to point fingers.” But when I talked to a couple members of CG, they tell me 1/3 of the team is neutral, 1/3 of the team knows you didn’t do it, and 1/3 of the team believes it’s you. You cannot speak on behalf of the whole time in that regard if the whole team isn’t in consensus. I personally thought that was very hurtful, but I’m not going to even stress about it anymore.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I realized this whole mess is unnecessary drama and stress I don’t need. I wasn’t a part of it to begin with so I’m just going to let the whole thing go. I’m not going to let it phase me and move on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The only thing I ask of everyone is, before you speak, before you accuse, before you assume, think. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; for certain if what you speak is truth.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; KNOW &lt;/span&gt;for certain if who you accuse is guilty. and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; JUST&lt;/span&gt; move on. Otherwise, it’s better to just stay quiet. I wonder if it ever occurred to them that “what happens if we accuse her and we’re wrong?” And they were. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A couple nights ago, members on CG informed me that a guy has been writing threatening e-mails to CG and admitted to the whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;They disclosed a lot of information from me, but I didn’t really mind, I’m not a part of CG anymore, it’s frankly not my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Signs &amp;amp; Karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a big believer in fate and karma. So I pay a great deal of attention to signs and karma. I truly believe this whole incidence is one. I believe that it is a sign for me to move on. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As bad as this whole situation is, It gave me a reason to tell me that CG is not for me—that they are no longer my “family.”&lt;/span&gt; Of course I still have really good friends on that team, but it’s done. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It’s dead and gone. &lt;/span&gt;All the respect and loyalty I had for that team, died. It died the moment they started to question my character and accuse me. I’ve realized all of this is dead weight. When I left CG after Body Rock, it was really hard for me. I still loved them, missed them, and wished I could still be there to support them. I told myself that space and time will heal all wounds. It obviously didn’t. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I realized that all this added stress, this unnecessary hurt that I feel by keeping my distance from CG, and this unfortunate event that occurred are enough for me to move on. It’s enough to tell me to cut my losses. I don’t want to deal with it anymore. I don’t want to hear about CG. I don’t have anything to do with them and I think it’s better that way.&lt;/span&gt; So this whole crazy mess, I truly believe is a sign, to tell me that I deserve better—to not linger where I’m not wanted. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That rather than focusing my energy on being upset, crying, depressed, and hurt over what people said, what people did, what happened, etc. There is something better I could’ve done with my time. I could’ve focused my energy on cherishing the relationships with my family, friends, and boyfriend—the ones that truly and genuinely matter.&lt;/span&gt; I guess I only advise you to do the same. I’m going to move on, not let it phase me, and just live life. I know I’m better than this, I know I deserve better than this, and I know in the end it’ll make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Be YOU and be HAPPY that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Phan I will always remember you for this. This is the genuinely one of the best pieces of advice that anyone has ever given me and one I’ll remember to live by. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I’m one of those people who “actually care what people think.”&lt;/span&gt; I’ve been like that forever. Whenever someone told me, “you can’t please everyone.” I still tried. I wanted everyone to be happy. But in reality, it can’t be this way. There are going to be people who hate you. There are going to be people who talk shit. I’m one of the one’s who would always be greatly affected by this. The people would win because I’d get all sad and depressed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I tried to tell myself to develop “tough skin.” &lt;/span&gt;Just move on. It’s been hard obviously. But after this whole ordeal, I really think Johnny is right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“Just be YOU and be HAPPY that way.” &lt;/span&gt;If only I had that much confidence in myself as other people see it then I wouldn’t have to worry what other people think. If only I had enough strength to not be bothered by those people trying to bring me down then I wouldn’t have to waste my time worrying about a situation I can’t change or fix. I realized, I’m not going to care anymore “what people think.” I’m just going to do me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m going to be myself and if you don’t like it, frankly I don’t care. I’m just going to do whatever the hell makes me happy and those who truly are my “friends” and “family,” will always support and understand.&lt;/span&gt; That’s all I need. I’m tired of getting knocked down and staying down. I’m going to get up and keep moving forward. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sorry if this was another long blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Come support Sheroes &amp;amp; BMOD at level 3 on Thursday and Sheroes at FPAC on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-3032483240118475223?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/3032483240118475223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/09/signs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/3032483240118475223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/3032483240118475223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/09/signs.html' title='Signs.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-71219576394080356</id><published>2009-09-03T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:20:21.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Tired…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8BpJEni77I/SaLIjhW-xVI/AAAAAAAAIP8/RUWRv-IL1vw/s400/shut+up.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8BpJEni77I/SaLIjhW-xVI/AAAAAAAAIP8/RUWRv-IL1vw/s400/shut+up.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt;Linkin Park - One Step Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Currently Craving: &lt;/span&gt;A stog and to graduate so I can get far away from this OC/BK/CG Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;STOP POINTING FINGERS&lt;/span&gt; until you really know for sure who did it. Otherwise you're assuming, and you know what they say about when you assume? You make an ass out of u and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FUCK OFF. &lt;/span&gt;Seriously… &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I’m fucking TIRED of this BULLSHIT drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; 1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’m &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;on CG anymore. PERIOD. I haven’t been in contact with anyone since Body Rock. Haven’t been around. Don’t know what’s going on. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I left CG because I was tired of fucking BULLSHIT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;drama with BK and all the accusations of doing THIS and saying THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, don’t ask me for my side if you’re not going to listen and believe it. Otherwise, just FUCK OFF. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I left CG because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn’t want any DRAMA.&lt;/span&gt; I left because I couldn't take it anymore, I just want to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But how is it… that even after I leave, I still get accused for doing shit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How are you going to still accuse me of SHIT BK?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I’m not even there&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;How is it that after all the shit I went through, my founders still have the nerve to accuse me of doing something such as&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; changing the CG Yahoo Account&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Seriously, I was Events Director. YES I had the password to the Yahoo Account but I never used it. I used &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;k.maniego@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt; for most of the competitions. I paid monthly for the Yahoo account to be upgraded to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Plus Mail account&lt;/span&gt; so that all the emails would be forwarded to my gmail [I hate checking multiple email accounts]. But AFTER BODYROCK when I realized it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurt to even hear about CG, I didn’t want to receive anymore e-mails and I didn’t want to be billed for it.&lt;/span&gt; I didn’t have the password so I asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jeffrey Losaria and Kim Padilla &lt;/span&gt;[who created the Yahoo account] for the password. They gave me 3 passwords, I tried them all and it didn’t work. They tried it and it didn’t work for them either. So I told them that all I want is to not be billed, so if they figure it out… then just cancel my subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;I’m really tired of this. Today, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brian Amigable&lt;/span&gt; [CG founder] texted me asking me if I used the CG account. Honestly, I haven’t. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I did even know the password, I wouldn’t have to get billed anymore. &lt;/span&gt;I don’t need the CG account, I’m not on CG anymore, I don’t have anything to do with it. I haven’t been around since Body Rock, I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t like feeling like I’m being accused of something when I’m NOT AROUND. “If my story and jeff and kims don’t add up” then I’m sorry I don’t know what to tell you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t have any incentive in lying to you. I don’t get anything out of having the CG yahoo account password and wouldn’t have anything to do with it.&lt;/span&gt; I find it really sad that I have to defend myself against this unnecessary bullshit... If you don't believe me whatever. I honestly don't see what I get out of lying about it... so maybe I'M NOT LYING...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm telling the TRUTH please LISTEN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I understand you said you're not accusing anyone your just trying to figure out the facts, but honestly... I'm not stupid, your diction, your syntax, the way you text'd me, the choice of words you displayed all sound like you're accusing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;BTW, i know you text'd me saying "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I can't believe you blogged about it. I said I wasn't accusing you. It's so immature&lt;/span&gt;" Say what you want... but how do you think you're not accusing me? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You haven't talked to me for a month and a half. Your first text wasn't even a greeting of hello, how are you doing, it was "are you using the CG account."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To call what I did immature... that's just rediculous. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;You want to know what's immature? People assuming it's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; What make's it someone else's right to talk about this issue behind my back? Why is that okay? To blast it on their facebook status, spread it word of mouth, and point fingers and say that "they think it's me." For me to state the business, which you made it my problem by accusing me, here on my blogg, that's my way of venting and if that's immature and wrong than think what you want. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's the same shit as everyone else who's talking, yet instead of me BLAMING SOMEONE, I'm just trying to say that it's NOT ME, I'M TIRED, and FUCK OFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why can't it go both ways? I wasn't the one talking first... I was actually the last to know AGAIN. But regardless of what's going on, we wouldn't even be in this predicament if people jz stopped being ignorant &amp;amp; immature and didn't blame me for anything. Again, if you want to talk about being "immature" please everyone that's talking "SHIT" just grow up... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;STOP POINTING FINGERS&lt;/span&gt; until you really know for sure who did it. Otherwise you're assuming, and you know what they say about when you assume? You make an ass out of u and me...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; HONESTLY, I have better shit to do than be a part of this drama. I’ve been away since BODYROCK. I don’t talk to anyone on CG. AGAIN I don’t know what’s going on. So whenever problems arise and they choose to blame me, I don’t understand because I’M NOT THERE… So WTF. But you know, I can see how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignorance&lt;/span&gt; can play a part of this. I can see how when problems arise... people are quick to judge, blame, and point the finger at someone. Instead of blaming themselves for their own faults, they rather choose a scapegoat to put all their problems and blame somewhere. And since, I left, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it would be reasonable to accuse me&lt;/span&gt;. But guess what, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm not Shady&lt;/span&gt;... If I was Shady then feel free to hate on me... but I'm NOT... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't deserve&lt;/span&gt; any of this bullshit. Honestly, If you feel I did it because I "left on bad terms with the directors" that's BULLSHIT. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't have any drama with CG or anyone on CG just BK.&lt;/span&gt; Even with that being said... what does that have anything to do with the Yahoo Account or Password? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What ever happened to innocent until proven guilty? Having faith in humanity? Trusting in someones word?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It sucks that because they want to blame someone, and me being the likely candidate, they're searching for reasons to say that it's me... it shouldn't be that way at all... that's just wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I just want to be left alone with all this BULLSHIT drama. &lt;/span&gt;I’m tired of it. I don’t want to hear about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BK. &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to hear about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CG.&lt;/span&gt; I don’t want to hear about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YAHOO account and/or the password to the YAHOO account&lt;/span&gt;… UNLESS you have the password then just cancel my shit for me. Other than that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I’m seriously done. I have better shit to do&lt;/span&gt;, I’m trying to graduate, I’ve been busy with my research project, my senior thesis, getting my bartending license, handling hella family drama, and dancing for 2 teams. So please, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sorry if this blogg is so angry.&lt;/span&gt; It's not directed to anyone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m just trying to vent.&lt;/span&gt; I hate being accused and blamed for shit I had no part in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&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/3842293506229865663-71219576394080356?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/71219576394080356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/09/fucking-tired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/71219576394080356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/71219576394080356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/09/fucking-tired.html' title='Fucking Tired…'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8BpJEni77I/SaLIjhW-xVI/AAAAAAAAIP8/RUWRv-IL1vw/s72-c/shut+up.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-7489293018729574486</id><published>2009-09-02T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:51:40.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/77/l_003a78e63935474aa92403350709d7ff.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 223px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/77/l_003a78e63935474aa92403350709d7ff.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat: &lt;/span&gt;Sheroes SI6 Mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyReading:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'Bartending Cards &amp;amp; Final Study Guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yay! I’ve come full circle with Sheroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Team Millennia Summer Intensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I first started training/dancing with Sheroes it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Summer of 2008&lt;/span&gt;. My first performance was SI5. A year has passed since then and I’ve come full circle with Sheroes performing at &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SI6 this year&lt;/span&gt;. It was pretty nice to share the stage with the ladies I respect. Woot to our&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; new tracksuits &lt;/span&gt;and upcoming Sheroe shirts btw. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyAVOpm6OmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyAVOpm6OmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m studying hard for my bartenders exams [2].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Another blogg post will be up by the end of the week, so much has happened in 1 week =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-7489293018729574486?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/7489293018729574486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-circle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/7489293018729574486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/7489293018729574486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-2068304326023233099</id><published>2009-08-26T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:50:55.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images3.cafepress.com/product/115431543v12_350x350_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://images3.cafepress.com/product/115431543v12_350x350_Front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Money - Fantasy &amp;amp; OneRepublic - Say (All I Need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving: &lt;/span&gt;Another chance to showcase my choreography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; I’ve grown so much as a dancer and choreographer throughout my 3 years of dancing experience and I don’t think the road stops here. I have much ground to travel and I’m going to get there =D This upcoming 2010 year, I hope my sense of style will be established. Have fun watching =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ImGrown. &lt;/span&gt;Lemme share my dance background with you. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;was a hip hop dancer. I started off as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;technical dancer&lt;/span&gt;, training in ballet, jazz, character, and pointe. I even danced professionally as a ballerina for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Long Beach Ballet Theatre&lt;/span&gt;. I competed at several competitions, choreographed a lot of sets, and taught a lot of technical classes. It wasn't until my freshman year at UCI, that I was exposed to "real" hip hop. I trained with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;UG [underground]&lt;/span&gt; for a year "GEN 1." I trained, danced, choreographed, and directed&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; CG [common ground] &lt;/span&gt;for 3 years "Gamma Class." Throughout the past 4 years of my dancing career I've taught several workshops for several teams: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B.Mod (Barkada Modern), CSULB's VSA, UCI's MCIA (girls piece), UG, CG, 909, GRV, KM Newbies, Evo (Evolution), Groove Community Class (Vegas), Newsong Liquid&lt;/span&gt;, and much more. Currently, I'm an alumni for CG &amp;amp; UG. I train and dance for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sheroes, Street Family Dance Krew, and Boxcuttahz&lt;/span&gt; [unfortunately SI6 and WOD SD are on the same day so I couldn't perform with Boxcuttahz, but hopefully in the future, you'll see me on stage with them =D].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Compilation of Choreo.&lt;/span&gt; All the classes I’ve taught thus far. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What I've noticed is&lt;/span&gt; that my choreography has changed according to my mood. [when I was angry, the pieces were ghetto. when I was depressed, the pieces were more emotional. when I was normal, the pieces were more "girly."] Also, I have a effin signature move of "sweeping the floor." HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MCIA Girl's Piece 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do whatever you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0cZ9YXs1pgM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/0cZ9YXs1pgM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;B.MOD Workshops 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doin You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OAC0iuoXW6k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OAC0iuoXW6k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;EVO Workshops 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3pkeIB_Oq0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/H3pkeIB_Oq0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Cams Workshops 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neyo Lets Just Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrwJqNxkusI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/OrwJqNxkusI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;909 Workshops 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3103693&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3103693&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3103693"&gt;909 Hip Hop Class 1.27.2008: Kimberly-Ann Maniego&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1254661"&gt;909 Dance Troupe&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;B.MOD Workshops 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm On One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IuOpVFnWYII&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/IuOpVFnWYII&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Groove Community Class 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can change your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: georgia;" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejT10Kbj154&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/ejT10Kbj154&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;CG Workshops 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Addie&amp;amp;I are GIFTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlFLGW7JqnI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/YlFLGW7JqnI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sheroes is teaching workshops at JayVee Dance Center in October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hopefully I get to teach =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3842293506229865663-2068304326023233099?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/2068304326023233099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-late-than-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/2068304326023233099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/2068304326023233099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-5342995619268181809</id><published>2009-08-22T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:27:48.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Trip =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lvabj.org/LasVegasSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.lvabj.org/LasVegasSign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Comedy Central Presents: Kat Williams, Dane Cook, Dat Phan, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another trip to vegas =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vegas Trip with my mahal &amp;amp; Johnny Phan’s last days in America before he leaves for Korea = an amazing fun filled weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/pr/primm-valley-resort-&amp;amp;-casino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 182px;" src="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/pr/primm-valley-resort-&amp;amp;-casino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nevada Stateline –&lt;/span&gt; Primm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_24KVueybRK0/SGvZcTsq6HI/AAAAAAAABug/ZcprLJXl088/87f+-+Primm+Valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 243px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_24KVueybRK0/SGvZcTsq6HI/AAAAAAAABug/ZcprLJXl088/87f+-+Primm+Valley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nevada Stateline – &lt;/span&gt;Terrible’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.westcoastbikefest.com/images/whiskey-petes-hotel1_h8jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.westcoastbikefest.com/images/whiskey-petes-hotel1_h8jo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nevada Stateline – &lt;/span&gt;Whiskey Pete’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/3112228439_dda16334dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 251px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/3112228439_dda16334dc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nevada Stateline –&lt;/span&gt;Outlets &amp;amp; 6.99 Prime Rib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://joz1234.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sahara-hotel-and-casino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 272px;" src="http://joz1234.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sahara-hotel-and-casino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Thursday –&lt;/span&gt; Sahara Hotel &amp;amp; Casino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/mgm-hotel-address.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/mgm-hotel-address.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Thursday – &lt;/span&gt;MGM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pokeropportunities.info/images/COPP/images/NYNYpokerHotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.pokeropportunities.info/images/COPP/images/NYNYpokerHotel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Thursday –&lt;/span&gt; New York New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/govegas/1/0/c/G/lvbars0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 218px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/govegas/1/0/c/G/lvbars0010.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Thursday –&lt;/span&gt; Gambling &amp;amp; Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3547.voxcdn.com/photos/9/26/173665_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 205px;" src="http://3547.voxcdn.com/photos/9/26/173665_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Friday – &lt;/span&gt;Premium Outlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/govegas/1/0/k/8/1/palazzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 218px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/govegas/1/0/k/8/1/palazzo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Friday –&lt;/span&gt; Palazzo Hustlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.earlyvegas.com/images/caesars-palace-at-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.earlyvegas.com/images/caesars-palace-at-night.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Friday –&lt;/span&gt; Caesar’s Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700716074_1034190068_30391634_1964139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 250px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700716074_1034190068_30391634_1964139_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Friday –&lt;/span&gt; Sahara Slot Tournament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ac/Monte_Carlo_Hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 211px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ac/Monte_Carlo_Hotel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Friday – &lt;/span&gt;Monte Carlo for Bobby Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/94/Circus-Circus_LV_Dome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 260px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/94/Circus-Circus_LV_Dome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Friday – &lt;/span&gt;Circus Circus Adventure Dome &amp;amp; Prizes/Toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700476068_1034190068_30391628_7124463_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 480px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700476068_1034190068_30391628_7124463_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Friday –&lt;/span&gt; Fat Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &amp;amp; Vegas Saturday –&lt;/span&gt; Sleep in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nexttrip.com/media/images/000018-04_las-vegas-planet-hollywood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.nexttrip.com/media/images/000018-04_las-vegas-planet-hollywood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Planet Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5253_1145700556070_1034190068_30391630_1671291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 191px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5253_1145700556070_1034190068_30391630_1671291_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5253_1145701476093_1034190068_30391652_4242750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5253_1145701476093_1034190068_30391652_4242750_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eat at Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145701636097_1034190068_30391656_5440166_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145701636097_1034190068_30391656_5440166_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eat at Eiffel Tower [Baller Dinner]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5253_1145700316064_1034190068_30391624_626546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5253_1145700316064_1034190068_30391624_626546_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eat at Eiffel Tower [view from eiffel tower]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145701676098_1034190068_30391657_8102600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145701676098_1034190068_30391657_8102600_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eat at Eiffel Tower [bellagio fountains]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145701556095_1034190068_30391654_3376467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145701556095_1034190068_30391654_3376467_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eat at Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700236062_1034190068_30391622_6395385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700236062_1034190068_30391622_6395385_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eat at Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700276063_1034190068_30391623_3787830_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700276063_1034190068_30391623_3787830_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eat at Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/nevada/las-vegas/images/s/las-vegas-bellagio-fountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/nevada/las-vegas/images/s/las-vegas-bellagio-fountains.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Watch the Bellagio Fountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onlineticketsusa.com/images/lv/bellagio-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.onlineticketsusa.com/images/lv/bellagio-image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myrealvegas.com/images/planet-hollywood-las-vegas-miracle-mile-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.myrealvegas.com/images/planet-hollywood-las-vegas-miracle-mile-photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Miracle Mile Shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700516069_1034190068_30391629_7701876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700516069_1034190068_30391629_7701876_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Saturday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Failed XS Club Attempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &amp;amp; Vegas Sunday –&lt;/span&gt; Sahara Check-Out &amp;amp; Planet Hollywood PINKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5253_1145700636072_1034190068_30391632_7979186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5253_1145700636072_1034190068_30391632_7979186_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Sunday –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; MGM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thegogglesdonothing.com/photos/d/633-3/caesars_lobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 416px;" src="http://www.thegogglesdonothing.com/photos/d/633-3/caesars_lobby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Sunday –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Caesars Palace Forum Shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700836077_1034190068_30391637_5532041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 550px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs122.snc1/5253_1145700836077_1034190068_30391637_5532041_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Sunday –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Bellagio Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Sunday – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Drive Home &amp;amp; Get stuck in traffic for 8 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m having a hella good summer break/vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Can’t wait til the next Vegas trip &amp;amp; I’m posting 1 more blogg so look out for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-5342995619268181809?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/5342995619268181809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/08/vegas-trip-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/5342995619268181809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/5342995619268181809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/08/vegas-trip-d.html' title='Vegas Trip =D'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_24KVueybRK0/SGvZcTsq6HI/AAAAAAAABug/ZcprLJXl088/s72-c/87f+-+Primm+Valley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-7887676957919494989</id><published>2009-08-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:23:28.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURP/UROP Bay Road Trip #1&amp;2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://irps.ucsd.edu/assets/013/6551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 276px;" src="http://irps.ucsd.edu/assets/013/6551.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; Comedy Central Presents: Kat Williams, Dane Cook, Dat Phan, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another trip to vegas =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; BAY trip 1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;July 23-26 + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BAY trip 2: &lt;/span&gt;July 30- Aug 2 = 7 hours x 4 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;28 hours of driving&lt;/span&gt; to OC to the BAY and back. 2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Trip Total Expenses: &lt;/span&gt;$40 tank of gas x 4 = $160 + lodging for both weekends = $350 + leisure &amp;amp; food = $200 = $710. But because of my fellowship &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;EVERYTHING WAS FREE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SURP/UROP Bay Trip. &lt;/span&gt;Just a short recap. Because UC schools are research based, this year I applied for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SURP/UROP program at UCI&lt;/span&gt;. My research proposal not only got approved, but I was also awarded a fellowship and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; $2000 funding&lt;/span&gt; for my project. Because I am studying Californian LAN centers [10 in SoCal &amp;amp; 10 in NorCal], I had planned two weekends back-to-back in July to visit all 10 LAN centers—5 on each weekend. Thanks to my amazing boyfriend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;, I wasn’t alone and had a lot of fun. This blog is just a recap of the places we visited. Seriously, we went all over the fucking California map. We stopped at hella cities, ate hella food, visited hella historical landmarks and hotspots, stayed at nice hotels and some ghetto places, and drove for more than 35+ hours total. BTW, thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Robbie lookin' ass&lt;/span&gt; for letting us stay at your pad in NorCal, your roomies were hella fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BAY TRIP 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i26.tinypic.com/2vxri49.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/3330184-s4Monterrey_Ave_in_South_Central_San_Franciscos-San_Francisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 248px;" src="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/3330184-s4Monterrey_Ave_in_South_Central_San_Franciscos-San_Francisco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;South San Francisco, Robbie’s Apt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.euphnet.com/images/lanparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 504px;" src="http://images.euphnet.com/images/lanparty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Euphnet V1 - Sunnyvale, CA [interview &amp;amp; heroes of newerth for free]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d20alameda.com/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://d20alameda.com/logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D20Games – Alameda, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cybercafesf.com/images/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 484px;" src="http://www.cybercafesf.com/images/direction.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oakland Cyber Café – Oakland, CA &amp;amp; San Francisco Cyber Café – San Francisco, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eudemonia.net/i/brick/fish_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 791px; height: 85px;" src="http://www.eudemonia.net/i/brick/fish_collage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eudemonia – Berkeley, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs169.snc1/6333_1127933311900_1034190068_30340993_6579154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 198px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs169.snc1/6333_1127933311900_1034190068_30340993_6579154_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;San Jose – Manila Star Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.tinypic.com/2lwouw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 272px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2lwouw0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UC Berkeley - Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.pbase.com/u29/rach1966/upload/17199409.FishermansWharfSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 418px;" src="http://i.pbase.com/u29/rach1966/upload/17199409.FishermansWharfSign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;San Francisco – &lt;/span&gt;Fisherman’s Wharf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://timefordinner.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/boudin-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 232px;" src="http://timefordinner.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/boudin-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;San Francisco –&lt;/span&gt;Boudin’s Clam Chowder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/00/4b/a8/sea-lions-at-pier-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 258px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/00/4b/a8/sea-lions-at-pier-39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;San Francisco –&lt;/span&gt; Sea Lions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hp2009.org/email/images/ghirardelli-square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.hp2009.org/email/images/ghirardelli-square.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;San Francisco –&lt;/span&gt; Ghiradelli’s Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs189.snc1/6333_1127934751936_1034190068_30341028_5157577_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 508px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs189.snc1/6333_1127934751936_1034190068_30341028_5157577_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;San Francisco –&lt;/span&gt; Ghiradelli’s Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.allposters.com/images/LPIPOD/BN18818_54-FB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://img2.allposters.com/images/LPIPOD/BN18818_54-FB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;San Francisco – &lt;/span&gt;Pier 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://parentzing.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/alcatraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 217px;" src="http://parentzing.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/alcatraz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;San Francisco – &lt;/span&gt;Alcatraz Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bannister.org/coasters/trips/2004/0626pga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.bannister.org/coasters/trips/2004/0626pga1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;San Francisco –&lt;/span&gt; Great America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i26.tinypic.com/2vxri49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 259px;" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2vxri49.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Map of trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BAY TRIP 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.level1gaming.com/graphics/logoRed1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 92px;" src="http://www.level1gaming.com/graphics/logoRed1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Level One: Elite Gaming Cyber Complex – Clovis, CA&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nexuscc.com/images/stories/logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 64px;" src="http://www.nexuscc.com/images/stories/logo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nexus Game Centers –Modesto, CA&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/23/l_439607ecfaf8bcf8b03c64b03ad12c82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 142px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/23/l_439607ecfaf8bcf8b03c64b03ad12c82.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hive Game Center – Riverbank, CA&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/51/l_5c921954240b93478ca7af52231d9c8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 266px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/51/l_5c921954240b93478ca7af52231d9c8b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PopUpsCyber Café – Elk Grove, CA&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.powerplaylive.com/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 88px;" src="http://www.powerplaylive.com/logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PowerPlay – Yuba City, CA&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/466586933_9d6f104478.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 245px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/466586933_9d6f104478.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Downtown Fresno&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Photo/_new/g-081212-biz-stockton-347p.rp350x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 233px;" src="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Photo/_new/g-081212-biz-stockton-347p.rp350x350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Downtown Stockton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbre.com/NR/rdonlyres/40516122-9BD0-11D5-A90C-00508B5B0FEB/276624/SacramentoSkylineNight_526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.cbre.com/NR/rdonlyres/40516122-9BD0-11D5-A90C-00508B5B0FEB/276624/SacramentoSkylineNight_526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Downtown Sacramento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.radisson.com/rad/images/hotels/SACRAMEN/sacramento%20capital%20%28450%20x%20300%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.radisson.com/rad/images/hotels/SACRAMEN/sacramento%20capital%20%28450%20x%20300%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Downtown Sacramento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.plan4preschool.org/documents/sacramento-county-tower-bridge-resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 259px;" src="http://www.plan4preschool.org/documents/sacramento-county-tower-bridge-resized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Downtown Sacramento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mappery.com/maps/Six-Flags-Discovery-Kingdom-Park-Map.mediumthumb.pdf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 196px;" src="http://mappery.com/maps/Six-Flags-Discovery-Kingdom-Park-Map.mediumthumb.pdf.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vallejo’s &lt;/span&gt;Six Flags Discovery Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coasterdom.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/img_9438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.coasterdom.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/img_9438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vallejo’s &lt;/span&gt;Six Flags Discovery Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5893_1132150617330_1034190068_30351448_3985424_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 192px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5893_1132150617330_1034190068_30351448_3985424_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vallejo’s &lt;/span&gt;Six Flags Discovery Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5893_1132160257571_1034190068_30351542_2609158_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 198px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5893_1132160257571_1034190068_30351542_2609158_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vallejo’s &lt;/span&gt;Six Flags Discovery Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foodgps.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/xooro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.foodgps.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/xooro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;xooro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i25.tinypic.com/8zmadu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 522px; height: 253px;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/8zmadu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;map of trip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m excited to explore the LAN centers in SoCal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I’ll be posting 2 more blogg entries in the upcoming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-7887676957919494989?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/7887676957919494989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/08/surpurop-bay-road-trip-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/7887676957919494989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/7887676957919494989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/08/surpurop-bay-road-trip-1.html' title='SURP/UROP Bay Road Trip #1&amp;2'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/2lwouw0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-394707159327712104</id><published>2009-07-16T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:03:33.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Moving Forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3Yar1qiTNs/SO5Yb2-p9LI/AAAAAAAAAoM/pHWmBBRU028/s400/doorway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3Yar1qiTNs/SO5Yb2-p9LI/AAAAAAAAAoM/pHWmBBRU028/s400/doorway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When One Door Closes, Another Door Opens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cherish - Amnesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving: &lt;/span&gt;My bartenders/mixology license, 2-part-time bartending jobs, 3 vegas trips, and a trip to the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“When one door closes another door opens, but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us” &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Alexander Graham Bell&lt;/span&gt; “When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one, which has been opened for us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Helen Keller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In the course of a month, I didn’t think my life’s course would take these routes. For reasons that aren’t already obvious, a lot has changed. Let me catch you up real quick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      I’m&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no longer dancing/directing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Common Ground [I don’t want to get into detail about the sitch, if you really want to know feel free to ask me. I’m completely willing to talk about it. But I am still dancing for Sheroes [I love my ladies =D], Street Family, and possibly SGBM or Cuttahz [ haven’t decided yet.]].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      My&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; bartending certification/liquor license/mixology certification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is still IN PROGRESS. My schedules been so hectic and they only offer final exams/graduation on Fridays &amp;amp; Saturdays and that’s no bueno for my schedule. But I’m looking to graduate by the 1st week of August and have 2-part-time jobs by the end of August [1 restaurant and 1 night club job].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***ME &amp;amp; PAUL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are planning on having a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;bartenders graduation party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when we graduate. The deal, WE provide the cups, mixers, etc. YOU bring your choice of alcohol and test US. We’ll make any drink you shoot at us =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My roomie situation got pretty effed [2x you might say, ask me about it, I’m not going to talk about it here], but I’m really excited and stoked for who I’m going to be living with next year at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"oasis."&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     I’m currently taking &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;GMAT classes at UCLA&lt;/span&gt; on Sundays. So my schedules back to busy-bee-workaholic busy with only 1 free day a week. I love it though. GRAD SCHOOL HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’ve been knocking down a lot on my summer-2-do list thanks to my&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; amazing boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; =D He’s so good to me. I still thank God that I met him. If you’d like to join us on our adventures let me know =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      I’m glad to know who my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TRUE homies &lt;/span&gt;are. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for reading my blogg. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for your support, for your e-mails, fbook/myspace messages/comments. Thank you for your texts, your calls, and voicemails. I can’t say it enough, but I am blessed to have you in my life. The fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;God has blessed me&lt;/span&gt; with a loving and supportive network of family and friends is more than I could ask for. I appreciate you and want you to know that I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;THANKFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           That’s pretty much it in a nutshell. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I’m sorry that I’ve been MIA from the face of the earth&lt;/span&gt;, but I had to handle shit in my life [bartending=$$ I need for Grad School &amp;amp; Senior Year, dancing=my passion and outlet to life, GMAT=my ticket to Grad School, etc.]. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; down to chill and WILL make time for a friend. I always believed that, “The ONLY people you need in your life are the ones that prove that they need you in theirs,” so if you want to chill/see/visit/talk, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I will ALWAYS ALWAYS make time for you&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, I’d have to add you into my schedule and it might not be instantaneous and will probably be a week from when you’d like, but I will be there =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;Anyways, with all the craziness going on in my life, I realized I haven’t blogged in a while. Since my last serious entry, I’ve been left to reflect on my life and wanted &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;to share this blogg entry&lt;/span&gt; for those who want to hear some “&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;kimmiko lookin’ ass words of wisdom&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The two quotes I put at the beginning of my blogg. WORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read them again, they both say:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;When one door closes another door opens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are too often attached to the past, to what they are familiar with, and therefore miss opportunities that stand right in front of them. Doors may close, but there are always unlimited numbers of doors – &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The world is full of opportunities, if we could only see them. The Infinite Power is infinite, and so the possibilities are without number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every plan works out, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;there are losses and failures&lt;/span&gt;, there are problems in relationships, loss of money or job, sometimes unpleasant things happen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;We don’t always have control over these happenings&lt;/span&gt;, but we can exercise control over our attention and attitude. When one of these things happens and we focus our attention on the loss – the closed door, we see only a closed door with the resultant frustration and unhappiness, but if we could only move our sight and attention away from the closed door, we might be surprised to discover a row of open new doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;might not be so easy to move our eyes elsewhere&lt;/span&gt; due various reasons, such as attachment to the old and familiar, and fear of the new and the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many find it difficult to stop their stream of controlled thoughts, and consequently their mind keep focusing on the loss, failure, and frustration – the door that has closed. Will these thoughts help in anything, except of creating suffering and preventing any change and improvement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might agree with what is being said here, but how can you free yourself past attachments and see new opportunities? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;How can you bring yourself to realize, see look and enter the new doors that open for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This might need some effort on your part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         You will need to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;more aware&lt;/span&gt; of your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;·         Desire to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;free yourself&lt;/span&gt; from thoughts that keep you &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; in one place.&lt;br /&gt;·         Develop some degree of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;self-discipline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;·         Develop some &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;concentration ability and control over your mind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;·         Take &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;advantage&lt;/span&gt; of the power of affirmations and visualization.&lt;br /&gt;·         Some degree of&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; inner peace&lt;/span&gt; is also required, since inner peace helps you reject unwanted, negative thoughts, and become more open-minded, positive and happy. When you experience inner peace, it would be easier for you to detach yourself from the past, keep an open mind, and therefore see more clearly the new doors that open for you. As I would say, develop some "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;tough skin.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;All in all, of course it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hard for me to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I effing LOVE CG. I remember writing an e-mail to my founders and it stated: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm not comfortable with being on the same team as BK anymore. I tried to make things work, but it only masked the situation and didn't make things better. As much as I love CG and the people on it, I think I need distance and time to heal from the things that happened last summer. I will always support CG/UG and will always remember my roots and where I came from. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="il"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; guys for giving me the opportunity to dance/train and lead the team these past years."&lt;/span&gt; But I had to move on and when I did, I saw that there were a lot of doors that opened for me. Like the rings I always wear, always have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt; in God's plan [he'll always provide and take care of you], never let go of your &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;DREAMS &lt;/span&gt;[dream big, follow them, even if you feel like you're at a standstill, maybe you're not supposed to be there. You did your time so challenge yourself and see what will become of you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It doesn't matter what happened in the past, it's what your doing to change your present and make the most of your future.&lt;/span&gt;], and always remember to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; [this is beyond loving God, your family, your friends, your self, and your significant other. You need to LOVE life. If you don't, when shit hits the fan, you'll end up giving up on everything including yourself. You have got to learn to love life-- for all it's good and BAD times. If you do this, trust... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll keep moving forward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;] I hope you enjoyed reading this blogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Don’t forget, when one door closes another one opens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Enjoy the rest of your summer and hit me up sometime, I’d love to see your FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-394707159327712104?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/394707159327712104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-moving-forward.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/394707159327712104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/394707159327712104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-moving-forward.html' title='Keep Moving Forward.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3Yar1qiTNs/SO5Yb2-p9LI/AAAAAAAAAoM/pHWmBBRU028/s72-c/doorway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-6617618890631710612</id><published>2009-07-01T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:56:16.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/33kddw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 519px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/33kddw6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;protective order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TheWho&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hyun&lt;/span&gt; Kim &amp;amp; Kimberly-Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maniego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TheWhat&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Case Number &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;08HM04833&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; courts and look up the case number]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TheWhy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;don’t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;expect you to understand or to know because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t there—no one was there except us two. But, what I do expect from you is to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LISTEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When you ask me for my side of the story, for the truth, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;don’t&lt;/span&gt; come with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;preconceived&lt;/span&gt; notions of the situation, otherwise &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DON’T&lt;/span&gt; ask me in the first place. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;If you want to know the truth, feel free to read this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I will &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; hold back any information. I’m not one to cry out for attention, there’s no point in me lying about anything having to do with situation. I just want my voice to be heard, so please... Listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The reasons why I don’t openly discuss this to anyone are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;frankly, it’s &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;anyone’s business to know [people will always talk shit, but what’s the point if &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;no one has any solutions&lt;/span&gt;? if that’s the case, why say anything in the first place, if you’re not even going to help? if you think “helping” is knowing the truth, how would u find it? people choose to believe whatever they want, in a subject as sensitive as this one, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;the only two people who know the truth are the two parties involved, everyone else has nothing to do with it&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; it was a domestic violence case that is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;a very sensitive subject for me to talk about [I hit rock bottom after this incident. I felt so confused, alone, and stuck that yeah, I became depressed, angry, suicidal, and tried to kill myself a couple times, but who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t? I don’t blame you for judging me, but don’t be ignorant, what would you have done in my situation? I don’t expect you to know or understand how I felt because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t there and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t happen to you, so rather than talking and judging, just do us both a favor and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LEAVE IT ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.] &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TheMessage&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The reasons why I’m choosing to openly discuss this now are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137697027_1034190068_30256911_2182157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137697027_1034190068_30256911_2182157_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;favorite post from post-secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;BK is telling everyone “his side of the story,” I only tell mine to those that ask. He’s been constantly telling members of CG at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chillbacks&lt;/span&gt; and parties that it’s my fault for everything. Blaming me for his faults of why he’s an alcoholic, why he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t go to school, why he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t live at home, etc etc. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm not going to say this again, IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, MAN UP, swallow your damn pride, and admit your OWN faults. Stop blaming ME for your life’s failures. They have nothing to do with me. It’s been a year since I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been out of your life, if you’re still blaming me for the shit that went wrong, then maybe it’s because it’s not my fault. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t there to fuck your life up, I even took a break from CG to handle my shit, so fucking get over yourself. In a year you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; turned your life around, instead you still use me as your excuse. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;STOP IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;I’m not one to go around and tell people what happened. Sure there are people I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; told, they were close friends, family members, or even people I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; met in which we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; shared a common life-story. But rather than me repeating the same hurtful story over and over, I’ll blog about it. If you want to know “my side of the story” or have any questions they’ll be answered in my blogg for you to read. Frankly, I don’t understand why other people should be involved. Of course I don’t want it to affect Common Ground [teammates feel awkward around us two, they feel the negative tension, etc.]. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;But I tried to be civil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After the incident, there was a protective order created that prevents him from approaching me, often within a specified distance [&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;must not harass, strike, threaten, assault (sexually or otherwise), follow, stalk, molest, destroy or damage personal or real property, disturb the peace, keep under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;surveillance&lt;/span&gt;, or block movements of me. must have no personal, electronic, telephonic, or written contact with me. must have no contact with me through a third party, except an attorney of record. and must not come 300 yards from me.&lt;/span&gt;]. Throughout the year, because I was director I tried to keep it drama free [like basketball, I left all the drama off the court]. I was civil towards him during practice and even took a break from CG when I felt that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t handle being on the same team as him. I wanted to come back from my break knowing that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t phase me anymore and that I was strong enough to continue my daily routine without being affected by him.] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;I made so many compromises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to make things work, I avoided going to a lot of Common Ground chill backs and parties because &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to be around him when he was drunk because I was traumatized from that night and&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; 2) &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want there to be any possible drama. But I realized,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why should I be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;compromising&lt;/span&gt; so that he could do everything he wants? The protective order &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t against me to him, it’s HIM to ME. I should be allowed to do whatever I want and he should keep the distance from me. There were so many incidences in which I could have called the police, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t. So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DON’T TELL ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I’m the one starting drama, I tried to keep the peace, the line was crossed a long time ago and I’m not taking it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;On &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Sunday, June 28, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was told that there would be a directors meeting at Big B’s house at 11pm. The founders [kirk, b, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;tommy&lt;/span&gt;], &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt;, and bk&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;jeanelle&lt;/span&gt; were present. At first they questioned us both about our standpoint on &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;captain &amp;amp; artistic director&lt;/span&gt;, afterwards they “called” the meeting because &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;BK brought it to their attention &lt;/span&gt;that he sees it [me &amp;amp; him] as a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;“problem” and wants to “squash” things.&lt;/span&gt; They felt that it was a mature thing for him to do, because it does affect the team, people do feel awkward around us, they can sense the tension between us, etc. But, personally, I felt like I was being ganged up on. If went to the meeting thinking it would be a directors meeting talking about the team. I’m all for addressing issues and fixing things, but I was taken aback on how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;everyone there knew what was going on except for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They wanted us to start “talking thing out,” to find out the “truth,” so we started arguing. I don’t understand how they expected things to end, he’s entitled to say what he wants about what happen and so am I. I’m not going to say that I’m lying, because I’m not. I will tell you everything I wanted to say that night in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Why I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t say it then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;I was phased by the fact that BK said, “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;your family hates you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.” I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know that the meeting would turn into a shit talk fest. I thought we wanted to squash things, not create more drama. He said that CG talks shit behind my back and that the people that I think are really my friends don’t like me. For being on CG for 3 years, 2 of which I was a director, that was a low blow and a shot to the heart. I loved my “family” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;unconditionally&lt;/span&gt; and to hear that, whether it may stem from some sort of truth or falsehood was nonetheless &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt;. Of course I lost my composure after that, but how was I supposed to recover from such a low blow and talk about a situation so sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had so much to say but was overwhelmed by my emotions that I felt it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t do any justice to talk it out right there. I was angry, depressed, and overwhelmed and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;I wanted to say what I had to say when I was collected and composed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not because I was broken down and hurt. I didn't think it was appropriate that I was put on the spot like that. If I had known those were the original intentions beforehand, I would've come with moral support, not so that I can gather my arguments. I'm not hiding anything and am telling the truth, yeah the truth should be easy to say, but it's not. I don't like thinking about it, I don't like talking about it, I don't like admitting that I fell in love with someone who used to abuse me and that I still loved him and blamed myself for what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;I felt like what I had to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t matter. I appreciate the fact that they care and want drama to cease, but everyone at that meeting knew what was going on except me. I felt if I told my side of the story, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t believe me anyways. So what’s the point? I left feeling like the situation got worse, not better. Let’s say you believe my side of the story or his side of the story, then what? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;How would it help “squash things?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's still a protective order that states that he can't be anywhere remotely near me, nor at UCI. So If I'm on campus, I could legally call the police. Anyways, I know it would help everyone understand the severity of the situation or understand what “really” happened, but other than that, it’s one of those things that if you really want things to get squashed let’s let LAW take over and do JUSTICE. If he wanted to talk to me, he was supposed to get an attorney. If he wants to “squash” and fix the situation, I can see him in court. Until then, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;I don’t feel like I have any explaining, convincing, or story-telling to do to anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you find the “truth” that you’re looking for and I answer the “questions” you were asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;June 17, 2008 Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;Vista Del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Campo&lt;/span&gt; 61611-1. Early Am. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Case Summary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget this day. That day, I experienced domestic violence and abuse from someone I “loved.” It started off as a good day with BK [now my ex-boyfriend], we ate sushi at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;maki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;maki&lt;/span&gt;, watched “hulk,” and hung out at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;MCIA&lt;/span&gt; house [the yacht with k-duh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;jtong&lt;/span&gt;, etc] where I did my astronomy/geology labs [I took 24 units that summer because I wanted to graduate my 3rd year] as he smoked hookah and drank in the garage with the boys. I took him home as usual (being the sober designated driver), I had to deal with his usual drunk antics (being aggressive and violent/angry). He always asked me to pull over because someone was looking at him the wrong way, wanted to fight someone for the hell of it, or just wanted to start something. We got to my apartment at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;VDC&lt;/span&gt; [I lived in a triple but none of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; were home that night] and I helped him into the apartment. I helped him onto the bed where he laid in the middle of it--not moving over to leave room for me to sleep. I told him to move over, he answered “Shut Up.” I understand when people are drunk they tend to either be overly emotional, angry, or happy, but I don’t think it’s an excuse for treating anyone a certain way. I allowed him to chill with his boys and took care of him. I don’t like being talked to like that and couldn't tolerate it anymore, so I responded “What did you say?” He looked angrily at me and said, “Shut Up!” I told him to “get out.” I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to put up with this bullshit anymore, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t deserve to be talked to or treated that way. He responded “fine,” but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t move. I told him, “what are you waiting for? get out!” and so he got up, drunkenly picked up his dress shirt which he broke off when trying to take off his shirt to sleep, and as he reached the door instead of opening it, he locked it, looked at me angrily with his head cocked down to show his angered brows and said, “Fuck You Bitch.” I told him to “get the FUCK out of my apartment.” He replied “or what?” and I said, “fine, you can have my fucking apartment, but I’m leaving.” I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to fucking be there anymore. To be in love with someone and to have them treat you that way is heart-breaking. To see the person you love turn into someone else when they are drunk is horrifying. To see the person you love look at you with eyes of hatred, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to be there anymore. If he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to leave, I was going to. So I headed towards the door when he grabbed my arm and I said “let go of me.” He said “or what?” and I yelled louder, “LET GO OF ME.” He pushed me against the bed. I’m from Long Beach and my dad always taught me that fighting is wrong, but if you feel your life is in danger or someone hits/touches you first it’s fair game. So I grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him away from the door to unlock it and run outside far away from this mess. But as I reached the door, he grabbed me and threw me forcefully on the bed, where he pinned me down as I tried to kick him off. I started screaming, hoping my RA or anyone would hear me. He covered my mouth with one hand almost suffocating me that I stopped screaming hoping he stopped. He said, “I’ll fucking kill you,” and kept me pinned to my bed. The more I struggled to fight him, the more I got hurt [if I got my leg loose to kick him, he’d slap me or hit me]. I finally managed to kick him in the nuts and ran for the door. He grabbed my hair and threw me against the opposing wall. I was so angry and my adrenaline was pumping so hard by then that I started to fight him. I pushed him all the way out of my apartment. As he was outside, he yelled for me to “Open the fucking door.” I yelled, “No, leave.” He said, “or what?” and I said, “or I’ll call the fucking cops.” and he responded, “You call the fucking cops? the cops. WOW. I might as well be dead then.” he started to walk away from my apartment and yelled that he wants his shit. I grabbed whatever shit I could find of my room that was his [his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;duffel&lt;/span&gt; bag, some shoes, shirts, etc] and put it outside my front door. I sat in my room crying and I started to notice the bruises forming on my wrists, how my head hurt from my hair being pulled, how my back hurt from being slammed against the wall, and I felt fearful for my life. I started to write an e-mail to CG about how scared and sad I was. I kept crying in shock of what happened and called the only people I could think of calling, my family, so I called Dan, Q boi and Big B, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t answer because it was early in the morning. I had my cell-phone in my hand hoping any of my founders/directors would respond to me. Fearful, I called UCI PD. In the meantime, I decided to write an e-mail to my team, it explains briefly what had happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[actual e-mail sent to CG on June 17, 2009 at 6:41am]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hey Cg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Fam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It's a major emergency.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I need your help.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yesterday, Bk and I went to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;MCIA&lt;/span&gt; Party.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I told BK no more getting drunk because I hate dealing with his shit and he doesn't treat me that great when he's drunk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He promised not to get that drunk again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He broke it and got really drunk to the point where he threw up everywhere n i had to take him home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;At my apartment he treated me like shit and threw me around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So I told him to get out of my apartment because I was scared.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I called the cops because he threatened to hurt me (i don't know if he was still drunk but still u know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; am i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;spose&lt;/span&gt; to do?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So he went outside, took his shit that I put outside (some clothes, shoes, etc) n left.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He was yelling "fuck you" n all this shit to me as he left.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;After a while of crying in my room, I got my keys n tried to look for him but couldn't find him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I need to knwo where he is, I want to talk to him, want to get him to understand that I LOVE HIM, I just don't think it's right how he treats me when he's drunk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If you know where he is, if you see him, if you talk to him, let me know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The police aren't looking for him (they never came and prolly didn't even hear me when I was talking), but I still need u to tell me where he is, if hes ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I didn't mean to kick him out, I didn't want him to leave, i just wanted him to stop being so aggressive, so drunk, so scary. I just want him to understand that....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;he threatened to kill himself and me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i need help.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i need you guys to help me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;call me please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;~kimmiko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;p.s. don't spread the word.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cg only.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i jz need someone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;im sure maybe im praying to god that things will work out and get better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but i don't know it doesn't look to well right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;my guess is hes hitchhiking or on the road to somewhere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i jz wanna know if he's ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;god... i don't know what to do anymore....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;im so depressed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;if he hurts himself, i'll feel so bad. But if he hurts me, i won't feel as bad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;please...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;please help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I wasn’t going to explain in detail to my team what was going on, but I felt threatened and as crazy as the situation was, I was in love with him and love is blind so I wanted to know that he was going to alright and not kill himself.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, he returned to my apartment and said “you killed me.” He ran to the third floor of the 616 building and started to hit his head against the wall. I opened the door to tell him to stop and see him run down the flights of stared, fearful I shut it again. He banged on my door and I refused to let him in. I told him “I called the police, you should leave” he ran up to the third floor again and tried to jump off the ledge of the 3rd floor balcony while saying “I might as well be dead. I have no fucking family. My mom hates me. My brothers don’t respect me. I have no fucking home. And you called the cops on me. Fuck the police. Fuck em.” I opened the door again and said, “please stop it. don’t kill yourself please. you fucking promised me you wouldn’t get drunk anymore and you broke your promise. you need to leave” he came down and I locked myself in my room this time. he talked to me through my window and said to “open the fucking door.” I told him “come back when you’re sober or I’ll call the cops.” he said “call the fucking cops then, I don’t give a fuck. I’m as good as dead. I just want my stuff.” I told him, “Your stuff is outside and I’m not letting you in to get your stuff, come back when you’re sober.” He yelled, “I want my stuff.” I kept refusing. He started banging on my window, yelling “bitch give me my shit!” I was fearful that he’d break my window and come inside and beat my ass, so I started screaming. He yelled for me to “shut up” and started to punch my window, but it traumatized me even more. He punched and yelled for me to shut up. He took the screen on my windows and thrashed til they broke. I was kneeling on the floor, rocking to calm myself, screaming and crying. I heard another voice outside yell, “sir step away from the apartment.” I could see BK’s eyes full of hate look at me in disbelief that I actually called the cops, I wanted to say that I was sorry, partially I was but I couldn’t. He put his hands up to surrender and they took him into custody. They walked him over to the grill area to question him, then 3 officers questioned me. I told them this exact story. They issued me a restraining order to be effective immediately and checked my health/vital signs. They said they’ll escort me to the hospital once everything is situated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan came first, when I saw him I hugged him and was so glad he was there. He asked me what happened and I told him that there’s so much going on in my head. long story short, last night, after hanging out with mcia, BK got drunk, i took him home like usual, n had to deal with his usual drunk antics (being aggressive, angry, abusive). This time it went too far, I couldn't take it anymore. I always told him, I don't mind if he drinks, but he needs to watch his limit, when he's drunk he's uncontrollable and doesn't remember half the shit he does. I told him if he ever gets drunk to the point where he hits me or disrespects me or anything again, I'm leaving and he can jz get out.... Basically, he threatened to kill himself and me, (almost did), n broke my windows. He got arrested and is now in jail for 4 accounts: domestic violence, vandalism, destruction of property, and forceful detainment/unwilling detainment of a civilian. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;I left out the parts of him hitting me, why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;the officers told me not to talk about it to anyone other than my attorney [until the case is settled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;I loved BK at the moment. It was hard for me to believe that he did that to me, but I couldn’t tell anyone he hit me. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Q &amp;amp; Jenny came next and we [me, dan, q, jenny] sat in my living room [them asking me questions, me crying and trying to calm down, still traumatized, depressed, and in shock] all while the police took pictures of my room, the broken windows, and asked me more questions. I was worried not only for myself, but also for bk, if I had to pay for the damages, that my parents will find out, what CG will think, etc. so much shit was going on in my head. I asked the officer if BK was okay, he said “the guy is so intoxicated he asked us to get him food,” and started to laugh. They gave me personal information for counseling services that I can go to, filed a report through UCI, told VDC the damages weren’t my fault, recommended ways in which I should legally approach this situation, got all my information, and filed the case in the UCI system. After all the madness, Jenny, Q, and Dan left me after I told them I’d just fall asleep. Instead of sleeping, I wrote CG another e-mail informing them that BK got arrested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[actual 2nd email to CG: mind you my emotions were everywhere and yes I WAS a mess, but who wouldn’t be?] 9:41am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hi cg fam bam,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sorry for the emergency updates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i'm just going to fill the family in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i'm not ok. mentally, physically, emotionally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;last night, after hanging out with mcia (long story short), BK got drunk, i took him home like usual, n had to deal with his usual drunk antics (being aggressive, angry, abusive).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This time it went too far, I couldn't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I always told him, I don't mind if he drinks, but he needs to watch his limit, when he's drunk he's uncontrollable and doesn't remember half the shit he does.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I told him if he ever gets drunk to the point where he hits me or disrespects me or anything again, I'm leaving and he can jz get out....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Basically, he threatened to kill himself and me, (almost did), n broke my windows.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He got arrested and is now in jail for 4 accounts: domestic violence, vandalism, destruction of property, and forceful detainment/unwilling detainment of a civilian.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If you want to know the full story you can call me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Don't spread the word to people, this is your family member, not some gossip you can tell people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm not ok and I'm sure when he sobers up he won't be ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The police put me and him on a restraining order, where he can't talk/see/be near me at all for a whole week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Despite what happened tonight, I still care/love him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If you get a hold of him. Be a family member. Don't lecture him too much. Make sure he's ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Help him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I don't know if he'll be mad at me for calling the cops on him (but if you were there, you would understand thats the only choice I had).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I hope he doesn't hate me, and hopefully one day he'll come around to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Until then, if you get a hold of him (let me know). I would like to know how he's doing, seeing I can't be anywhere near him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He has a serious alcoholic problem. He needs help. I've been trying. I got him to stop smoking and drinking for 8 months straight. He recently started up again, and it doesn't help when people keep giving him alcohal with out cutting him off or giving him cigz. Please, he needs help.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Serious help, like the police were saying even if he gets bail he prolly needs to sign up for aa classes and be on probation forever n shit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So please, don't tempt him, don't tease him, help him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If you do get a hold of him, let him know that I'm not mad at him, I love him when hes sober, I hate who he is when he's drunk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He needs to get help, and we will be there for him every step of the way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Also, if you get a chance, give me a call or drop by my pad in irvine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm pretty fucked up (mentally, physically, etc), I don't wanna be by myself and I don't care if you wanna kick it or sleep over. Just dont' bring any alcohal or cigz or i will beat the shit outta you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but that's basically the update.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;~kimmiko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;p.s. pray for me and him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;p.s.s. if i don't pick up my phone calls, i'm sorry. jz come over. i've been crying, haven't slept, and can't function properly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;p.s.s.s sorry for the people i tried callign early in the morning, i didn't knwo what to do and i was scared shitless, but everythings "better" now, i appreciate you checking up on me, i need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing this e-mail, I got a knock on my door from VDC management, a lady came to pay me a visit to ask me what happened, to let me know that the damages are taken care of, that they have free counseling offered at UCI and that if I need anything to let her or UCI know. She then called the ER and they rushed me to UCI Medical Center to check me for internal bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next couple weeks, I received word of the legal case against BK. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;He ended up in jail for 8 days, on 4 accounts: domestic violence, vandalism, destruction of property, and forceful detainment/unwilling detainment of a civilian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [2 of which he was charged and pleaded guilty to: Battery against cohabitant and Vandalism-less than $400 in damages], they turned the temporary restraining order into a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;permanent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;protective order. He was sentenced to 3 years of probation, restitution, 8 hours of community service, 10 hours of cal trans, 1 years License Suspension, Alcoholics Anonymous Classes as well as Anger Management Classes, and to abide by the protective order. In the meantime, yeah I did go a little crazy,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt; everything reminded me of him and it hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I felt like I was stuck, my friends [CG] tried to help me, but at the end of the day, I felt alone. I was so traumatized in my room, I stared at the window still hearing the screams and the glass breaking. I didn’t want to hurt anymore, so yeah I did try and kill myself. But that’s a story for another day. I’m just going to tell the truth about this situation, if you want to hear more about the day I overdosed and ended up in the hospital/psych ward, I will blog about it later or you can ask me, but I’ll finish this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2009.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Over the past year, I tried to be civil w/ BK. what changed? Nothing, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;I tried to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I’m not rich and privileged enough to move to another state or country and start my life there. I worked too damn hard at UCI to throw it away. So I stayed, I knew I wasn’t completely healed, taking Psych 129: Psych of Violence, you learn that victims of domestic violence are scarred for life and will never completely be “okay.” Fuck, if I had it my way, I’d take a long vacation and build my life elsewhere, anything to stop hurting. But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;I couldn’t run from it, so I tried to deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I tried to maintain my professionalism as a dancer/director on CG and not be biased towards him, I never called the cops ONCE. I avoided chillbacks and parties that he’d probably be present to because I couldn’t stand being around him when he was drunk and didn’t want drama. But I shouldn’t have to run anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;June 4, 2009 DNBz Irvine Spectrum Kristyn’s Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty chill day we went to watch UP at Irvine Spectrum, and dropped by DNBz for Kristyn’s Birthday. When I got there, I found Kristyn, wished her Happy Birthday, tried to buy her a drink but she was already dunzos, and took pictures with her. I said hi to a bunch of DC, CG, and KM people. When I saw BK drunk with Jeanelle, I just had to leave. DNBz was closing so people were walking out, I found Sam and we said hello and bye to a lot of people. BK approached us and tried to give me a hug which I didn’t accept and just stood lifeless, he approached Sam and tried to shake his hand in which Sam replied, “naw man.” BK drunkenly and angerly asked, “So you’re not going to shake my fucking hand? Are you serious?” I could tell he was offended by the gesture and manner especially since it was in front of CG [carl, etc]. Sam replied, “naw, later.” We started to walk away, and BK yelled “are you fucking serious?” BK and his friend walked after us yelling, “SAM! SAM! Come back here you little bitch.” I kept telling Sam to keep walking, that it wasn't worth it (he has school @ UCI, a dance team that needs him, and a summer internship to look forward to), that there are hella police and security around (before anything went down they'd both be arrested), he said “He just called me a little bitch,” we tried to get to the car in the parking structure to leave, but BK cut us off confronting Sam. Asking him why he won’t shake his hand, he has no drama with me so why all a sudden hes not cool with him, etc etc. Sam answered, “so what are you gonna do about it,” I could tell they were both angry because clenched fists and hatred looks were being exchanged. A police car rolls up onto the curb next to where we were so I decided to get in the middle to create some room between the two and looked at Sam and said “LETS GO.” Don't even get me started, but there's so much shit wrong with this situation.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he’s not suppose to be anywhere near me. hes not supposed to harass, stalk, follow, or threaten me. No 3rd party contact, I could’ve so easily called the police because he’s been constantly violating the protective order. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;I’m sorry if you expected more from my boyfriend. I never told Sam to dislike you or disrespect you. What he did was out of his own will. You can think what you want and think that I influenced his thinking, but I’m not like that. I never force people to do something they don’t want to do, I specifically told him he doesn’t have to hate him or have anything against him. But, I understand why Sam didn’t shake his hand. He loves me and hearing my side of the story has lost respect for BK and didn’t want to shake his hand. But, If you want to know more about it, rather than talking shit ASK SAM your DAMN self.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;June 13, 2009 Abe’s Party in Rancho Penasquitos SD [220, CG, DC]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day at Body Rock in SD. Afterward, me and Sam ate at Dennys and dropped by the party to show face because both of our teams were there. I personally didn’t want to go because I knew BK was going to be there. We get there and say "haro" to everyone and step out to the backyard for a stogg break with Faigao. Chris Bitun steps outside to tell me that he “doesn’t want any drama,” that “BK is drunk and wants to fight Sam,” that “they’ll do their best to control him and calm him down,” but he just wanted me to know. I told him, I appreciate that, but that’s why I didn’t want to come. I didn’t want to be a KJ for anyone. I don’t want to crash 220’s party. I don’t want any drama, but I wanted to show face. If I did go, I wanted to have fun and enjoy everyone’s company without it being all fucking dramatic like that, so I told him we were leaving. He told me not to leave, to stay, but I insisted and changed my argument to say that we were really tired. We went inside to say Bye to everyone and Sam told me he was going to say bye to Raffy so I waited outside with Ivan and Chris. As I saw Sam walk out the door, BK followed quickly behind him. I already knew this wasn’t going to end well. I held Sam’s hand and we walked down the hill towards his car. Up the hill, I could hear footsteps following us and looked back to see BK following us down the hill and Ivan and Chris behind him trying to calm him down and stop him. They got closer and I could hear him cussing. We get in the car and as we drive away Chris motions his hand to keep driving, but BK stands in the middle of the street to block us, as we drive around him he socks Sam’s car window. We kept driving despite how angered and insulted we both were. There was so much shit wrong with this situation as well. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; again he violated so many parts of the protective order &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BK u need to effing check your damn self. We didn't come to the party to fight your ass, we tried to come to show face and say wassup to 220, CG, and DC so calm the fuck down. But on that same note, who’s the one trying to start drama here? Me &amp;amp; Sam or BK? How does he expect to squash things approaching it in that kind of manner? How does he expect to address things intoxicated? Be a MAN, come sober, and talk it out. Otherwise, that honestly seems like you just wanted a FIGHT. It was POINTLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple days, talk about the incidences were going around CG. Some of which he told his side and I told mine. Sam even called Jeanelle seeing if they could talk about it and squash the drama, but BK never called back. At least he tried to be the bigger man, he walked away from your drunken confrontations because there was no solution there just a bigger problem, tried to address the situation in a professional calm manner, and you failed to make things better. So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; telling people that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;WE'RE&lt;/span&gt; starting drama, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; telling people there’s drama between CG &amp;amp; DC. If you want to know what’s going on, ask SAM. I’m sure he’d be more than willing to tell you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blame me for any of this because their actions have nothing to do with me. Of course the situation initially started with what happened last summer, but the actions they chose to display at those moments weren’t of any of my control. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;ALL in ALL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; the abuse I experienced was physical before, but now I feel it to be more psychological. Over the past year, you’ve been trying to taint my name to anyone and everyone. Telling people “your side of the story” without them having anything to do with it. So many people have asked me for my side because “they heard” from you or “heard stuff.” I’m not going to stand for your slander. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;I’m blogging because I want my voice to be heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you feel it bothers you that much and you REALLY want to “squash shit,” let’s fucking do this, get your attorney and I’ll see you in court [due to the protective order you’re not even suppose to contact me through 3rd party. The only way you would be able to contact me is through your attorney]. I’m tired of seeing my friends and family slowly turn against me and begin to judge me based on this drama. I haven’t done anything to make this worse, I tried so hard to be civil, to compromise, and to prevent it. I don’t want to lose any more friends or family members due to this bullshit. IF you really want to help, do me a favor and stay out of it, please. It doesn’t involve you and you getting involved won’t help change/fix anything. If you really want to make things work, it can be arranged legally in court like it’s supposed to. I hope that this blog does justice to the events that I witnessed last summer and the past couple weeks. If you choose to believe it or not it’s your choice. I’m not trying to influence anyone’s way of thinking. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I’m merely telling the TRUTH and MY side of the story. I hope you LISTENED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Sorry for the intense long blogg, I couldn’t keep in inside anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;I appreciate you for reading it all the way through though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-6617618890631710612?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6617618890631710612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/07/listen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6617618890631710612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6617618890631710612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/07/listen.html' title='Listen.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/33kddw6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-6996207850186904658</id><published>2009-06-25T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:52:11.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.tinypic.com/16ge4w8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 300px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/16ge4w8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; Sunset Daze-Love Come Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Excited of what the future has in store for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; wonderful SD weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been a firm believer of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FATE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;KARMA&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SERENDIPITY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FATE. &lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DESTNY&lt;/span&gt; refers to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;predetermined course of events&lt;/span&gt;. It may be conceived as a predetermined future, whether in general or of an individual. It is a concept based on the belief that there is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;fixed natural order&lt;/span&gt; to the cosmos. I believe that when you’re at the right place at the right time and you’re supposed to be there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;you’ll feel it&lt;/span&gt;. It’s &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;happened &lt;/span&gt;a couple times to me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; [when I hit rock bottom and went to SD w/ my cousin and was at “victory outreach church,” when I didn’t get into my “life-determining internship” and last minute pulled an all-nighter to apply for SURP/UROP &amp;amp; PS Honors Thesis that same night and look I got in!, etc] After my last relationship, I told myself that if I didn’t find anyone by the time I graduated undergrad, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’d be a single mother and adopt a child&lt;/span&gt;. I accepted it and was fine with it. I didn’t want to go into another relationship and end up &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;getting hurt&lt;/span&gt; in the end because I knew it wasn't going to last, this wasn't the "one" for me, that it'll inevitably die. I didn’t want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;waste my time&lt;/span&gt;, and frankly I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;didn’t&lt;/span&gt; think I had time to find someone. Honestly, I’m a workaholic busy bee, as far as my prospective dating pool goes, there’s a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;very sli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;m chance &lt;/span&gt;that I’d find someone that I’d want to be tied down to that'll treat me right and can handle my lifestyle while supporting my dreams&amp;amp;goals. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We started off as friends&lt;/span&gt;, taking smoke breaks during Mid-terms week at VDC “&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VDC Sesh&lt;/span&gt;” from 3-5am in the morning. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We hit it off, pretty damn well&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve never met someone that I felt so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; with before, it was extremely easy to kick rocks and talk about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;anything and everything&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoyed every minute of our “talking/dating” phase. I feel like what we have is stronger and more genuine than a lot of couples that I know. Some people think, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;wow that’s fast hasn’t it only been a month or two?&lt;/span&gt; I say yeah, but within that month or two we grown to know each other so well that I kind of am sad that other people take months to experience that same connection that we have. I feel so comfortable and safe with him that I can &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;genuinely be myself&lt;/span&gt; [he supports my dreams &amp;amp; goals (vice-versa), is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;there for me&lt;/span&gt; (vice-versa), we can &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;talk about anything/everything&lt;/span&gt;, kick rocks and spend time together without anything being &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;genuinely &lt;/span&gt;care and appreciate each other (sweetness, adoration, chivalry), and can have our &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;own separate lives&lt;/span&gt; but still have eachother a big part of it(trust &amp;amp; faith in our relationship to kick rocks with our BOYS and GIRLS without any hesitation). We’ve introduced each other to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;our families&lt;/span&gt; [my parents love him, he went to St. Lucy Church mass with me and my family and afterwards for LUNCH my mom ended up cooking shrimp, kare kare, and BBQ chicken LOL my brothers hella chill with him and my DOG approves of him ahha. I’ve slept at his house already, met his parents, and even watched “the hangover” with his mom. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m excited to meet the rest of his family&lt;/span&gt; and vice versa] I'm excited to watch our relationship grow and see what the future has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;KARMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is when the effects of all deeds are viewed as actively shaping past, present, and future experiences. I believe &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;what comes around goes around&lt;/span&gt;. There’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; got to be a balance, whether it’s good and evil, yin and yang, rich and poor, vampires and werewolves, there’s always going to be 2 opposing forces and sides.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; If one fucks up this balance, be ready for a kick in the ass in your future&lt;/span&gt;. With shit that’s happened in my past, I still pray that karma gets him first, because when I grow up, he’s going to wish that it did. Anyways, with all the fucked up shit happening to me (my bestfriend jokes that my life should be a TV series or a novel because it’d be so fucking intense/interesting), no matter how slim the probability and chance, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I still had faith&lt;/span&gt; that I was a good person and although Nice Girls Finish Last, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I’d end up genuinely happy in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SERENDIPITY. &lt;/span&gt;is when you look for something, find something else (friendship/kickin rocks), and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for. I believe &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Serendipity is when FATE has a sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;. When a situation cannot be deemed coincidental because the probability of it happening in that scene, favor, or situation is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;too PERFECT that it’s almost IRONIC&lt;/span&gt;. There are countless times with Sam when I felt Serendipity. For example, our schedules will &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;always complement&lt;/span&gt; each other so perfectly (even when they don’t, some strange unexplainable series of events will occur that’ll make our schedules work ie. vegas trip, school, hell week/finals week, Anthony&amp;amp;Kristyn’s b’day, etc), when we go out they’ll be some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;random strange sign&lt;/span&gt; that’ll occur to let us know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it’s FATE&lt;/span&gt; that we were supposed to be there, that we were supposed to leave, etc. (when we went to Top of the World &amp;amp; Laguna Beach late at night to celebrate when I received my SURP/UROP letter, we left right as the police patrolling the area to kick people out came and this wasn’t the first time stuff like this happened), when we &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;kick rocks at each other’s pad and watch TV or listen to ITUNES&lt;/span&gt; (out of the 1000’s of channels and 1000’s of songs it’ll ironically hint at love, falling it love, or being in love), when we &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;first kissed&lt;/span&gt; it was PERFECT at my favorite spot in Vegas overlooking Las Vegas Boulevard and the Bellagio Fountains (I use this word sparingly btw, I’m really judgmental and I don’t feel that most incidences are near perfect), when we were “official” it was PERFECT TIMING (when we were kicking rocks on top of my favorite spot in the world—SKYLINE PARK in LBC), and when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are together&lt;/span&gt; we completely click (tend to think the same things, order the same things, and when things aren’t as “ditto” we appreciate the differences).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next part is going to sound straight up like a scene from a ridiculously romantic novel or movie, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I swear that this is what happened&lt;/span&gt;. Basically on &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sunday, June 13, 2009&lt;/span&gt; [2 week-anniversary BTW is you want to get technical] we went to church in SD [perfect timing, I bought Sam a new rosary and just after purchasing it he got it blessed by Holy Water because the Priest was present at the moment], watched “the Hang Over” with his mom &amp;amp; ate Pat &amp;amp; Oscars, visited my Kuya Bin in Downtown SD [he lives with Anna Sarao], and then went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mount Soledad at around 2am&lt;/span&gt; in the morning because I needed to vent and he &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mentioned it the night before&lt;/span&gt; after Denny’s when we stopped at this place on top of a hill to relax and stogg break. On the way up, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ridiculously cloudy, overcast,&lt;/span&gt; and with this place being a panoramic spectacular &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;overlooking point in SD &lt;/span&gt;where it was beautiful regardless of the time of day, I was a little bummed [it added to my sad vibe]. However, when we got to the top of the hill [mind you, parks close at 10pm so it’s illegal to be there after hours],&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; no one else was there&lt;/span&gt; so we walked to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a bench&lt;/span&gt; that I had a feeling to walk to because it overlooked &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the Oceanside on the left&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;City lights on the right&lt;/span&gt;. I’m &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;nocturnal&lt;/span&gt; (the nighttime especially the hours of 1-5am are my favorite times of the day, where I feel most alive, and love to be out), and love looking up at the sky to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;HARO to my moon and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;. However, they weren’t out. We stood there &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;adoring&lt;/span&gt; each other and me&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; taking in&lt;/span&gt; this beautiful city of SD which I hope to further explore in the future, watching the city listens twinkle and glisten in the distance, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;leaving whatever negative emotion that I have die&lt;/span&gt; (knowing that it’s miniscule compared to the millions of people out there and knowing that there is more out there in the world, rather than dwelling on the negatives, I must focus on the more grandeur aspect of life and live), &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hearings and smelling&lt;/span&gt; the Oceanside on the left of us, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;without any doubt in my mind&lt;/span&gt;, without any hesitation, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I knew 2 things were genuine and for certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/2718210-Mission_Beach_and_Bay_from_Mount_Soledad-Mission_Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 286px;" src="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/2718210-Mission_Beach_and_Bay_from_Mount_Soledad-Mission_Beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;I knew &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was supposed to be there &lt;/span&gt;with him at that very moment. I knew that with the series of events that occurred tonight that led us to go to Mount Soledad to unwind, it was perfect timing, that they weren’t random, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was FATE&lt;/span&gt;. That everything had a purpose, that GOD had a plan for me, I just had to have faith and follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;I knew that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was completely and genuinely in love with him&lt;/span&gt;. I used to “&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;” I was in love with a person. But what I felt at that very moment blew any of those past “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;” out of the water. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was not forced, it was truly real.&lt;/span&gt; I used to contemplate whether or not I’d ever experience “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;this type love&lt;/span&gt;.” Being a NERD and political science major, the majority of people that get married now-a-days end up in divorce. A high percentage of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;75% &lt;/span&gt;of the people that get married, end up splitting. My only real hypothesis is that they &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;weren’t&lt;/span&gt; really in LOVE. I was always taught that there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3 things to always live by, HOPE, FAITH, and LOVE, and of these three, the greatest is LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. Majority of the people now-a-days are so scared of ending up old and alone that they &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;force these feelings&lt;/span&gt;, even youth that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;force a relationship&lt;/span&gt; to not be alone or because the person is “there” but isn’t generally the best one for them (just the best one at the moment), so I feel bad that some couples and divorce’s won’t experience the type of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love that we have for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7d/Mt_soledad_night_-_1000px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 286px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7d/Mt_soledad_night_-_1000px.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the setting so perfect (despite the clouds and overcast), I turned to him, looked into his eyes and said so sincerely that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I genuinely love him&lt;/span&gt;. I can’t explain how hard and loud &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;my heart beat &lt;/span&gt;when those words came out of my mouth. We &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stared&lt;/span&gt; at each other for a second, genuinely smiled back at each other, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;shared&lt;/span&gt; a beautiful meaningful kiss, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;embraced&lt;/span&gt; each other. He then whispered that he loves me back. After all of this happened, we turned to look at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sparkling city lights &lt;/span&gt;on the right and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ocean on the left &lt;/span&gt;and noticed that our surrounding seemed to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt;, we now had shadows. I looked up to the sky and where we were standing, the clouds started moving away from where we were and what we were looking at (it was even more ironic to see that the clouds surrounded the moon in the shape of a heart). It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;like the heavens opened up&lt;/span&gt; and Serendipity was looking down upon us smiling, making &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FATE &lt;/span&gt;even more obvious. Within the course of 10 minutes (mind you there was no wind, we were at the top of the mountain, if there was wind moving the clouds, we would’ve felt it) the stars in the sky shined so brightly, there was my moon shining down upon us, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the clouds were gone&lt;/span&gt;. The view was spectacular, we could &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;see everything&lt;/span&gt; 10x more clearly, the city lights sparkled like diamonds, the Oceanside lit up under the moons light, and our shadows danced as we held each other on top of that hill. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It was way too PERFECT.&lt;/span&gt; All I could do was look up to the sky and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank GOD and SERENDIPITY/FATE &lt;/span&gt;for meeting such a wonderful guy, for making me experience this type love, and for letting us know that it was “&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;” I’m a strong believer of FATE, KARMA, and SERENDIPITY so when I receive signs, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I tend to follow them&lt;/span&gt;, and if it wasn’t mean to be, I would’ve known a long time ago, but this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;the case with us (knocks on WOOD). After spending a couple more minutes there, we decided to head back to the OC. As we drove down the hill, I admired the night sky (stars &amp;amp; moon), and we &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt; a cop car. How strange that our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;perfect night ended with perfect timing&lt;/span&gt; yet once again. On the drive home, we talked&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; endlessly &lt;/span&gt;about anything and everything like we always do (so natural for us to have chemistry, we tend to kick rocks and time flies by so effing fast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All in all&lt;/span&gt;. I hope that those of you reading, one day experience &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt; (it’s ironic that when you’re not looking for it, it’ll find you) and when you do, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; every single second of it and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; take it for granted or let it go/die.&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/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/4570_103703435228_740095228_2659794_5969436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 245px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/4570_103703435228_740095228_2659794_5969436_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perfect =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I’m doing this moment/emotion justice by blogging about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If only you were there, you’d see how genuinely real and serendipitous it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; kimmiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I always wear rings. 3-4 rings and 2 bracelets. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I feel naked without them&lt;/span&gt;. My rings say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Faith, Dream, and Love&lt;/span&gt;. I told myself when the day comes that I find true love, I'd take the ring off. I wore it to remind me that it exists because I stopped believing in it. When that day came, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave it to Sam&lt;/span&gt;. He now wears it =D Thanks hunny.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-6996207850186904658?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6996207850186904658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-serendipity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6996207850186904658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6996207850186904658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-serendipity.html' title='Thank You Serendipity'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/16ge4w8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-784479754130562173</id><published>2009-06-25T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:10:39.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s so hard to say Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/4886_755602175081_6003671_43086700_5586025_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/4886_755602175081_6003671_43086700_5586025_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My family for LIFE [CGDT 08-09]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;CG’s Body Rock 2009 Set Video on Youtube/Mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Excited to start crossing things off of my SUMMER 2-DO List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; Hell Week + Finals Week + Body Rock = What an&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; amazing&lt;/span&gt; way to end 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WHATwereYOUthinkin?&lt;/span&gt; CG’s been working really hard ever since UB ended, to put together a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;new set for BODY ROCK in 1 month&lt;/span&gt;. It’s CG’s first times competing at Body Rock and we wanted to do it BIG especially since it’s our &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5 year anniversary&lt;/span&gt;. We basically had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3-week hell week&lt;/span&gt; [Sunday, Monday, Wednesday practice with additional Friday &amp;amp; Saturday practices]. During Hell week, I almost died from sleep deprivation and being physically and mentally drained. I remember stressing out so hardcore and thinking “&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;why the EFF did I take 20 units?&lt;/span&gt;” Trying to tackle being Director of CG as well as being a full-time student taking 20 units was definitely a challenge. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;HELL WEEK &amp;amp; FINALS WEEK&lt;/span&gt; at the same effing time. I realized the hell wasn’t over until SUNDAY night came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MADNESS. &lt;/span&gt;Anways, I remember I was supposed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;graduate my Junior Year&lt;/span&gt; [I only need 2 classes to graduate] from both UCLA &amp;amp; UCI, but after getting into &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SURP/UROP&lt;/span&gt; and possibly doing a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PS Honors Thesis&lt;/span&gt;, it’s required for me to stay my whole senior year and graduate/walk in the Spring. Anyways, practice at times was really frustrating but I continued to push through it. I slept an average of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3-5 hours a day&lt;/span&gt;, went straight to the Student Center and studied at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Woods Cove&lt;/span&gt; with the other dancers [each team had a table it was sick: CADC, KM, CG, MCIA] and I was floating between all of them. I basically had &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5 effing finals&lt;/span&gt;, a final every single day that week, 1 Monday [11am-1pm], 1 Tuesday [10am-12pm], 2 Thursday[10am-350pm] and 1 Friday[5-7pm]. When I wasn’t studying, I was dancing, when I  wasn’t dancing I was eating or sleeping. You totally know when I’m “stressed” when you see me carrying a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;box of cereal&lt;/span&gt; [either Captain Crunch or Cinnamon Toast Crunch]. I remember I almost opted out of performing for Body Rock because I knew it was going to be ridiculously hard for me to juggle both, but I made a sacrifice for my team because they needed me and as a dancer/director to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;limit the number of pieces&lt;/span&gt; I was going to be in. I told my team and directors that I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;couldn’t &lt;/span&gt;be in more than 2 pieces w/ exception to intro and closer. In &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Vegas Set&lt;/span&gt;, I was in every effing piece except for breaking [it was a boy’s piece] and that was INTENSE. I figured the time they spent cleaning the other pieces, I’d be frantically studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GETitTOGETHER.&lt;/span&gt; Junior year I needed to turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my life &lt;/span&gt;around. I’m&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; going to spend $3000 a quarter to just FUCK around, get a BAD GPA, and throw my life away. I realized that I can do anything that I effing want, if I just gotta “&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;be about it&lt;/span&gt;” and handle my shit. So I handled DANCE, SCHOOL, and WORK. The only thing I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;wasn’t on my “A” game&lt;/span&gt; about was my relationship with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;. It kind of sucks being really busy, I know I’m supposed to sacrifice that 1 hour a week to attend a service and pay my respects and praise GOD and it sucks that at the moment he is not one of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;top priorities&lt;/span&gt;. My faith isn’t dying, I pray all the time and carry my bible around everywhere, but I surely haven’t been going to church. I hope that all changes once I get my life situated after the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PreviewNight. &lt;/span&gt;Preview Night went smoothly, I was nervous to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;drive to BODY ROCK&lt;/span&gt; because we had an early effing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;call time [9am]&lt;/span&gt;, meaning us OC people would have to leave at 7am. The venue was at the Rock Auditorium. I was scared to drive because &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not a morning person&lt;/span&gt; and a 1.5 hour drive wouldn’t work for me. I was so exhausted from finals and dancing that I probably would’ve gotten into an accident. So Sam drove me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;down to SD Friday Night&lt;/span&gt; after we stopped by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DC PEOTY party&lt;/span&gt; [in which I was only supposed to say “haro” and meet DC, but ended up &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;swigging&lt;/span&gt; 7 seconds of CAPMO &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt; the rest of Mark’s beer &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; a LAP DANCE lol it was good times, I totally would’ve stayed if I wasn’t so tired]. We slept at Sam’s place that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dancelounge.com.au/img/bodyrockflyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 312px;" src="http://dancelounge.com.au/img/bodyrockflyer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BodyRock2009.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Flier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BodyRock. &lt;/span&gt;I was late to call-time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We teched at 1015am&lt;/span&gt;. I love competition days because I get to see all my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dancer friends&lt;/span&gt; [PAC,KM,TM,220,SGBM,etc]. It was someone frustrating and everyone was tired that when we got a break to get food/etc, most of us watched tech or took a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NAP&lt;/span&gt;. Afterwards, we practiced a little, got ready for the competition, and went outside to practice again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BTW, everyone looked so EFFING in character it was AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;. We really portrayed the ERA and characters we were supposed to be [girls looked like girls, boys looked like soldiers, hair, makeup, and all]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Outside, we &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;practiced&lt;/span&gt; in a courtyard across the street in which we marked it twice, did minor cleaning, then they did something so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart-breaking &lt;/span&gt;I cried so hard. Basically, they wanted us to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;emotion&lt;/span&gt; through our set, especially the closer. I remember at practice a couple times, we’d talk about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;“facial” behind this piece &lt;/span&gt;and how it’s something you can’t fake. “&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to Save a Life&lt;/span&gt;” could be dedicated to someone you lost, a pet you lost, someone you don’t want to live without, etc. and we’ve all &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cried and brawled&lt;/span&gt; about it before. But this was much worse. Chris said, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If this is your last year and you are not returning to dance on CG next year, come up to the front. If this is not your last year and you are staying next year, I want you to do the whole closer.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Those words stabbed me like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;knife through the heart&lt;/span&gt;. I looked up the sky holding back tears as I saw my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oldies, Gamma Class, Alpha Class, and Directors&lt;/span&gt; [chris, angela, mylien, jeff, kim, dan, jezzie, Loretta, Karen, tuan, tracie, matt, etc] walk up to the front. I knew it was a lot of people’s last years, but I never thought they’d &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;leave all at the same time&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; their reasons for leaving, but it &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;still hurts&lt;/span&gt;. I’m the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;youngest Oldie &amp;amp; Director&lt;/span&gt;, but I grew up with dancing and growing with them. I looked around to see who was left and it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the younger generation&lt;/span&gt; [andy, carl, jenna, etc]. I was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;only Oldie &amp;amp; Director left&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tears started to fall&lt;/span&gt; even before we started dancing. I couldn’t take it, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so heart-breaking&lt;/span&gt;. They’ll always be homies and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; no matter how far apart they are, but it was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;hard for me to stay&lt;/span&gt; on CG knowing they were all leaving, sometimes I thought, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe I should leave too&lt;/span&gt;. But deep down, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knew it’s not my time&lt;/span&gt;, I got one more year of competition left in me and there’s no other team I’d love to lead and dance for other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;COMMON GROUND&lt;/span&gt;. After we did the closer, I was hugging &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Andy and we both cried so hard&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn’t&lt;/span&gt; even look at them. I never wanted them to see me cry like this, but as much as I get annoyed at practice, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I love them, every fucking single one of them&lt;/span&gt;. We tried to calm down and walk back inside the Rock Auditorium because we were about to perform [&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;we were 5th in the show, 3rd competition team&lt;/span&gt;], but the sadness and tears were still on my face. I remember walking through the crowds of people and running to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sam and DC&lt;/span&gt; and they were asking me what’s wrong, I couldn’t even begin to explain it other than saying “senior stuff.” The girls redid their make-up and we lined up outside [2nd up, 1st up, in the hole, on deck, performing] stretching, eating, and getting pumped up to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This particular year of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CG has grown so well together&lt;/span&gt; that we complement each other as dancers perfectly. We’ve run this set a million times despite the fact that we’ve put it together in a month and we knew it was muscle memory, all we had to do was&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; execute it, perform it, and dance for each other&lt;/span&gt;. I remember bringing it in and telling CG that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love them, to dance for each other, and dance your heart out on that stage&lt;/span&gt;. When we performed, I felt it going by so fast, my adrenaline was going, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;everything was on point&lt;/span&gt;. I could&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; feel it&lt;/span&gt; even as I was dancing and watching it on the side. Once I got done with Tuan’s, I crossed the back-stage to change and get ready for closer and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I felt the tears coming on&lt;/span&gt;. When Chris got “shot” I couldn’t help it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was brawling&lt;/span&gt;. I tried to stop crying, but I couldn’t. The emotion and feeling was there, it wasn’t forced, it was genuine and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; it was real&lt;/span&gt;. I was dancing “How to Save a Life” for CG, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for Kirk, for CG--the people that I love and would never ever wanna lose in my life&lt;/span&gt;. I remember people telling me to stop crying because I was going to make them cry, but it was too late. I’ve &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;never danced while crying on stage before&lt;/span&gt;, but man it’s one of the greatest feelings in the world. To do something you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and do it so passionately. At the end of closer, although we were supposed to hold, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one moved, I wasn’t alone. our whole effing team was crying.&lt;/span&gt; I remember walking outside afterwards and people telling me that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;when they saw me cry they started crying&lt;/span&gt;. That during the 2nd part of closer they saw my face and felt my pain and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Back-stage, we ran into our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Alumni&lt;/span&gt; who left to greet us and told us they cried. We got interviewed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DanceTag TV&lt;/span&gt;, packed up our shit, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;watched the rest of the show&lt;/span&gt; from the balcony. Afterwards, we got so many effing compliments from people that it was amazing. On YouTube, within the first &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2 days there were more than 5,000 views&lt;/span&gt;, by the end of the week there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;more than 3 videos of our set up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;more than +200 comments&lt;/span&gt;, and that feeling is the greatest. To know that all our hard work payed off, to know that people felt really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt; by our set, to know that&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; CG has come a LONG way&lt;/span&gt; and to leave that kind of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; impression&lt;/span&gt; on people was beautiful. I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;compliments&lt;/span&gt; from every team, every dancer, even Anna Sarao. To hear that our Army set really touched them because they felt it, to hear they think we should’ve placed [I don’t care about placing BTW it’s just a cherry on top, but to hear we should’ve placed at our &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;first DEBUT at BODY ROCK! is amazing&lt;/span&gt;], to hear people think of us as one of their &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;top/favorite teams&lt;/span&gt;, to hear people want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;audition for us next year&lt;/span&gt; is what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;keeps me motivated as a dancer and a director&lt;/span&gt;. To stay, to push, to continue to grow and always remember that it’s worth it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt; CG for the memories. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt; for allowing me to dance and lead the team this year. I am so effing proud and love every single one of you. I wish those Alumni, Alpha, and Oldies, who have to leave this year the best and you’ll always be Family. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CG U KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs110.snc1/4813_753989347201_6014521_43002565_1927143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 434px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs110.snc1/4813_753989347201_6014521_43002565_1927143_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CGDT08-09&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Preview Night [Thanks Dan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs115.snc1/5151_123129078312_590983312_2696613_3942450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 295px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs115.snc1/5151_123129078312_590983312_2696613_3942450_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CGDT08-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Body Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5019_106808263267_760518267_2814388_6150752_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 302px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5019_106808263267_760518267_2814388_6150752_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CGDT08-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Body Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oFocY1CUYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oFocY1CUYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CGDT08-09 Body Rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Official Body Rock Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we did &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;normal tradition&lt;/span&gt;, gathered around with CG family, friends, and alumni and the directors &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;read scores &lt;/span&gt;to the team and we took group pictures. Then Sam &amp;amp; I&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; ate &lt;/span&gt;at Denny’s, stogg'd breaked at a chillspot, dropped by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;220,CG,DC party &lt;/span&gt;in Mira Mesa at Abe’s house, and slept at &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sam’s place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I literally cried writing this blogg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I somewhat feel I didn’t even do this blogg justice because I couldn’t put how I feel into words. I hope you just saw it through my performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-784479754130562173?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/784479754130562173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/784479754130562173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/784479754130562173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It’s so hard to say Goodbye...'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-8223150760895216873</id><published>2009-06-24T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:53:09.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Summer Summer Time in the LBC/OC/LA/SD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eggspace.org/LOGOS/summertime.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.eggspace.org/LOGOS/summertime.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;June+July+August+September = SoCal+NorCal RoadTrip &amp;amp; kicking rocks w/ FamBam+Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; The Dove Shack - Summertime In The LBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the adventures to begin [can’t wait to capture them with my camera and blogg]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; Summer 2009 will be nothing short of unforgettable and amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;damn hard&lt;/span&gt; all year long. I’m so excited that the summer is finally here! Of course there’s a lot of “work” still left to be done, but when I look back on 2009, I damn well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;lived life to the fullest&lt;/span&gt;. I met a lot of wonderful people, caught up with a lot of old friends, built stronger bonds with my family, was “being about it” the whole academic school year, accepted Christ and grew to build my relationship with him, danced my heart out with my CG family, began my journey to “find myself” again, became a member to new families BI+BMOD, and learned to “love” again. In short, 2009 even though it had some really rough times was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;most life-changing, productive, and proactive year I’ve ever experienced&lt;/span&gt;. With that being said, I’m going to learn to leave the negatives in the past, enjoy the present, and look forward to the future. Let the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;GOOD TIMES ROLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SURP/UROP. &lt;/span&gt; So earlier this year, I applied for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SURP&lt;/span&gt; [Summer Undergraduate Research Program] at UCI.  UC schools are known for conducting research.  I applied for a fellowship and grant [grants can be awarded up to $3000, but they tend to go to students who have groups of 2-3 and are working on BIO projects or something to that effect].&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND I GOT AN EMAIL saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It is my pleasure to inform you that the Summer Undergraduate Research Program (SURP)/Undergraduate Research Opportunities Program (UROP) Faculty Advisory Board has recommended your appointment as a SURP Fellow at UCI for Summer 2009. We are awarding $2000 in support of your proposed research project, "Virtual Worlds: In What Ways Does Gender &amp;amp; Identity Transcend Through to Virtual Worlds? A Study on Californian LAN Centers and its People," under the supervision of Professor Tom Boellstorff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YAY! I got awarded a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fellowship&lt;/span&gt; [I can say that I'm Kimberly-Ann Maniego, a researcher from the University of California, Irvine] and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;grant of $2000&lt;/span&gt; to conduct my research project. I also got asked to present my research at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UC Undergraduate Research Symposium&lt;/span&gt; in May 2010.AND my research will also be published in the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; UC Undergraduate Research Journal &lt;/span&gt;[so you can MLA cite me, MANIEGO ahha].I'm really happy and excited because this is my ticket to GRAD School. So I'll be traveling all over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so-cal and nor-cal&lt;/span&gt;. I plan on interviewing and surveying LAN centers from June-Aug. Attending gaming conventions from July-August. and have all the data organized/transcribed by September so that I can further interpret and analyze the data during the Fall. Preparing to present my research and write my proposal for publication during Winter &amp;amp; Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Political Science Honors Thesis.&lt;/span&gt;  Earlier this year, I also was trying to find a faculty mentor for my PS Honors Thesis. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The previous e-mailed I received said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hope the quarter is going well. I have been in contact w/ Prof Boellstorff now. He and I agree that we should see how the independent study with him goes this quarter. If things go well and it seems appropriate, he is willing to consider and discuss with you and me the possibility of he and I co-mentoring your thesis. I will be in touch with him again late in the quarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did effing well this past quarter! I took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;20 units &lt;/span&gt;and ended up with 1 A-, 1 B+, 2 B’s and 1 B-. I ended up with an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A- for my Anthro 199&lt;/span&gt; independent study course [so I did well]. So I’m waiting on the okay from this professor and I’m set for senior year! I get to walk with an gold honors cap&amp;amp;gown and Business Graduate School, here I come! I am still very passionate and still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;100% committed to doing a research study and writing a senior thesis &lt;/span&gt;on a topic incorporating both Political Science and Cyberspace/Information and Communications Technologies (ICTs) [more specifically, on Blogs, the Internet, and Politics, which will explore how blogs and the Internet are shaping today’s politics and changing political coverage in the media (incorporating past elections and political campaigns, the power and influence of the digital age, fundraising and the web, and the future of the blogosphere and internet politics)]. Considering that the Summer is already here, I am anxious to hear back from this particular professor because I would like to get a head start and begin researching/studying/planning,etc. during the Summer to better prepare myself for the following academic year. I would be honored and would greatly appreciate it if they both would agree to co-mentor my thesis. Anyways, my schedule thus far is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;pretty busy&lt;/span&gt;. But, I kept the months of August and September open for this purpose [hopefully I hear from him soon].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bartending.&lt;/span&gt; I enrolled into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;National Bartending School of America&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve been working in the restaurant industry for 3.5 years [1 year as a hostess (lead), 1 year as a server (lead), and 1 year as a cocktail waitress]. I’ve made a lot of bartender friends and they make bank. Considering that GMAT tests are $250 a pop, grad school applications are +$200 each, and all the expenses for dance, food, and living next year, this part-time job is more than needed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I graduate in 2 weeks and I’m really excited&lt;/span&gt;. I want to throw a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;graduation party&lt;/span&gt;. Here's the deal, bring your choice of alcohol and I'll bring the mixes and stuff and I have my bartending gear and I'll make all the drinks [anything you want, test me, and try me!]. I need to know who would be down, so I can figure out how many people and the location. It'll prolly be at my apartment, or if there are hella people I'll get a better location. But I'd love to celebrate this moment with you guys! I've been going to bartending school 5 days a week for 4-5 hours at a time. It's been pretty effing intense, I hope to have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; 2 part-time bartending jobs&lt;/span&gt; [1 restaurant &amp;amp; 1 club] by the beginning of July, so I'll keep you posted so you can come visit me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GMAT Classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to be taking GMAT classes [starting July-Sept] but they're only once a week at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;on Sundays UCLA from 330-9pm.&lt;/span&gt; I want to study the GMAT for a whole year so that I can score in the 97-99th percentile and ensure my acceptance into Business Grad School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to take a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;break from CG this summer&lt;/span&gt;, but I’ll still be dancing for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sheroes.&lt;/span&gt; I needed to take a break from dancing for CG in the summer until the end of July. It was really hard for me to make this decision because I know it's a lot of the Alpha &amp;amp; Oldies last year and I want to dance [fun performances &amp;amp; etc] with all of them before they leave. I'm not leaving CG. I'm still coming back to dance all next year.  But for now, during this summer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;there's a lot of shit I need to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Family&amp;amp;Friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;My cousin’s getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; on July 18, 2009. I plan on v&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;isiting my family in SD&lt;/span&gt; a lot more often. I want to spend a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;time w/ family and friends&lt;/span&gt; this summer, because I know once my senior year starts I’ll be tied down to dance, my honors thesis, my research project, and bartending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ALL in ALL. &lt;/span&gt;I’m hella busy. What’s new though? I tend to be a workaholic/busy bee year-round. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;only free days are Friday-Saturday&lt;/span&gt; [but that might change when I get my bartending job], but regardless, hit me up this summer. I’d love to make time for you and kick rocks! Anyways, I want this to be a summer that I’ll always remember. It’ll be one of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;my last summer’s in OC&lt;/span&gt; [depending on where I get into grad school, if I don’t get into grad school, I’m studying abroad]. So, with that being said, I have a summer 2-do list. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hopefully I can cross all of these off on my list by the time September ends&lt;/span&gt; [a girl can dream right?].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Summer 2-DO List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;• Beaches &amp;amp; Piers &lt;/span&gt;[Venice, Santa Monica, Ports O' Call Village, SD, etc. I want to build a sandcastle, bury someone in the sand, jam by the ocean, jump in the water with my clothes on, etc.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;• Learn to skateboard &amp;amp; ride a bike&lt;/span&gt; [yeah… kind of pathetic, but I honestly forgot how to do both of these, I want to be able to go on a scenic bike trail]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;• Theme Parks &lt;/span&gt;[Disneyland, Universal Studios &amp;amp; Citywalk, Six flags, SD Zoo, and Seaworld]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;• Nightlife &lt;/span&gt;[Hollywood, Sunset Boulevard]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;• Road trip&lt;/span&gt; [So-Cal to Nor-Cal, thank God I have to visit 20 LAN Centers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;• VEGAS&lt;/span&gt; [I want to go at least 3 times before my summer ends, 1 July, 1 august, 1 September!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;• Spots &lt;/span&gt;[Angels Gate Park, &lt;s&gt;Skyline,&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Mount Soledad,&lt;/s&gt; etc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;• Museums, Observatories, Botanical Gardens &amp;amp; Art Galleries&lt;/span&gt; [California Science Center, LA Arboretum, Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County, &lt;s&gt;Griffith Observatory&lt;/s&gt; (7.10 we watched the sunset &amp;amp; a planetarium show), Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Discovery Science Center, &lt;s&gt;Balboa Park&lt;/s&gt; (7.11 we chilled in the park, but i still want to explore the museums there),  &lt;s&gt;Del Mar Fair&lt;/s&gt; (6.29 we went to music, art, &amp;amp; flower exhibits)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;• Movies&amp;amp;Reading&lt;/span&gt; [I want to watch hella summer flicks and read hella novels]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;• &lt;s&gt;Concert&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt; [I haven’t been to an effing concert since high school, it’s been 3.5 years overdue]&lt;/s&gt; 6.26.09 Del Mar Fair (Switchfoot &amp;amp; Nothing Ever Stays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I’m sure there are more but that’s all I can think of, off the top of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Get ready for me to blog 3-4 more within the next 1-2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hope you’re all enjoying your summer and having better days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; 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It'll be updated as the week progresses. But for now, ENJOY =D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My default pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Deal – Turn Ya Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving: &lt;/span&gt;Summer Time. 3 weeks and counting til I can chill w/ family &amp;amp; friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The ONLY people you need in your life are the ones that prove that they need you in theirs. Thank God that I have true homies &amp;amp; family that genuinely love me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THANK YOU for a wonderful unforgettable 21st birthday week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5.19.Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;Every single day last week, I pulled&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6am VDC study sessions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to get all my homework, papers, journals, and studying for my 5.21 Thursday Midterm out of the way so I could just chill/relax and have fun during my 21st birthday week. Tuesday after class [11am-5pm] I finished choreographing for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Groove Community Class&lt;/span&gt; at the ARC [surprisingly only took 1 hour because I was really feeling the song. Thanks again eric for letting me choreograph to it]. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Genie&lt;/span&gt; rolled through and I taught her so that she could be my helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1098035564475_1034190068_30250680_7027403_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 449px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1098035564475_1034190068_30250680_7027403_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flier for Groove Community Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we met up with&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Sam &lt;/span&gt;and we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TGI’s in Costa Mesa&lt;/span&gt; [Btw, I miss the days when CG used to roll through here after practice] for food and to countdown til my 21st birthday. I ordered my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;first drink&lt;/span&gt; [mudslide] LEGALLY, which was a little weird [I was worried they would deny me because my ID and my current self look nothing alike] and opened genie’s lookin’ ass tiffany’s present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.tinypic.com/2nar0iu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 197px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2nar0iu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Genie’s lookin’ ass present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Midnight hit,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; CG &amp;amp; BMOD + Lumagui Fambam &lt;/span&gt;raped my facebook, blew up my phone with birthday texts, singing/non-singing birthday phone calls/voice mails, and sent me e-cards/emails and birthday cards. I love those betches so much. YAY I’m finally 21! &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.web4men.eu/image_story/296/296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.web4men.eu/image_story/296/296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;TGI’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afterwards, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Genie &lt;/span&gt;went home to LBC and I kicked rocks with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt; [btw, I love that we could kick rocks anywhere, the time will pass by so fast, we can talk about anything &amp;amp; everything, and still have fun].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5.20.Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;I woke up to eat lunch with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my family at Tokyo Table&lt;/span&gt; in Irvine Diamond Jamboree Plaza. It was good times with good food, people, and atmosphere. My parents bought me a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Black Sony Cybershot&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday [I always wanted a camera so YAY!] and provided the Palazzo Hotel Suite this weekend from Fri-Mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tokyotable.com/_img/header-location-irvine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 183px;" src="http://www.tokyotable.com/_img/header-location-irvine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tokyo Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sam &lt;/span&gt;picked me up and took me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;San Diego&lt;/span&gt;. We dropped by his house and I met his&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; parents&lt;/span&gt; [which I was hella nervous about meeting, but they ended up being really nice]. Then we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;La Jolla Beach&lt;/span&gt;. Mang was it beautiful &amp;amp; chill/relaxing. I wish there was a closer place like that around the OC, if there was I’d be there every effin time I was stressed or just be there just cz. When I got hungry, he brought out &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Filipino Spagetti&lt;/span&gt; which he cooked and was yummy [in replacement of Pansit for traditional Filipino “long-life birthday” sake]. Then we drove back to OC, he dropped my off at practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p202054-LA_JOLLACA-LA_JOLLA_BEACH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p202054-LA_JOLLACA-LA_JOLLA_BEACH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La Jolla Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hot rooms&lt;/span&gt; that night and I was greeted with many Birthday wishes &amp;amp; hugs. We &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;casted &lt;/span&gt;for intro and learned the poppin piece. After getting kicked out of the hot rooms at 11am, we caravanned over to our home at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mesa Structure 3rd floor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Lil Jeffrey&lt;/span&gt; [my fellow director/team captain] pulled me aside to discuss a possible performance after Body Rock. After talking business our &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;founders, Tommy &amp;amp; Kirk&lt;/span&gt; tell everyone to circle up because they have an announcement. Out of nowhere they start singing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt; to me &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;traceface&lt;/span&gt; busts out a delicious lookin’ ass &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;. Me &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; make a wish &amp;amp; blow out the candles. After cutting the cake, serving it to CG, and as we were about to start blocking for intro, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;BMOD’s lookin’ ass&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;texas, Robbie, karl, Anthony, jean, Hannah, etc&lt;/span&gt;.] comes down from the 4th floor with balloons, signs, &amp;amp; silk chocolate milk singing Happy Birthday to me. We took &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;, ate cake, I laughed at the fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; bought me chocolate silk =D and we finished blocking Intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;**Waiting for Anthony’s pictures that are still in his awesome camera**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was worried that my birthday wouldn’t be that great because I had CG practice. But I realized I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wouldn’t&lt;/span&gt; want to be anywhere else. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;CG &amp;amp; BMOD &lt;/span&gt;how I love you guys. You truly are my effing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. Thank You for that wonderful Birthday greeting and visiting me at practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vistadelcampo.com/templates/template_acc/imageFile/1069819/construction/community%20center%20rear%20night-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.vistadelcampo.com/templates/template_acc/imageFile/1069819/construction/community%20center%20rear%20night-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vista Del Campo Community Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;VDC study sesh’d&lt;/span&gt; it for an hour [I have a midterm the next morning], went back to my apartment and knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5.21.Thursday &lt;/span&gt;Psychology of Violence &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;midterm&lt;/span&gt; that I didn’t really study for ended up going pretty well, 50/60. Not bad. Our professor e-mailed us saying that everyone pretty much failed the midterm and therefore she is opening up an extra credit quiz worth 7 points [class is point based out of 300 so every point counts, no curves, no room for error, and no bullshit]. I took that quiz within 45 mins and now my midterm score is 56/60. so YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/2638440442_3f426984cd_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 175px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/2638440442_3f426984cd_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave &amp;amp; Busters Irvine Spectrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;packing for vegas&lt;/span&gt;, I took a nap at home. Then I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ready for DNBz&lt;/span&gt; and met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Genie &amp;amp; Robbie&lt;/span&gt; lookin’ ass. I didn’t want to get smashed in Vegas because I wanted to remember my birthday weekend, so I told everyone that they could get me smashed at DNBz. All day, I’ve been getting calls &amp;amp; texts from everyone saying they’re going to be there, by me drinks, and party with me. I even got advice from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Big B&lt;/span&gt; [Brian our founder] on how to not be so hung over and hang since he knows hella ppl were gonna get me drunk [thanks for the tip, I did it and it worked pretty well]. Once 9pm hit, we left for DNBz at Irvine Spectrum to eat, drink, and party my 21st away. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kuya &amp;amp; Grandpa&lt;/span&gt; [Kirk &amp;amp; Tommy our founders] met us there to get the “younginz” hehehe in. We got a table for 20 which quickly filled up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BMOD, CG, and Newsong&lt;/span&gt; [church] people. Hella people came out which really made me happy. Hella appreciated it. CADC was also there celebrating Jungle’s birthday. CG came through [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rob, Jena, Leo, Loretta, Johnny, Drew, Kayla, Matt, Paul, 3 Founders, Genie, April, Mylien, and Angela&lt;/span&gt;]. BMOD came through from Pomona after Jasmine’s workshop [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Robbie, Paul &amp;amp; his homie, Anthony, Karl, Eric, Texas, Jean, Neil, Jasmine, and KJ&lt;/span&gt;]. A couple friends from high school [CAMS], Newsong [church], and home home [LBC] came to visit too [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pete, Eric, Wade&lt;/span&gt;]. I had a lot of fun. Let’s just say after 9 shots [2 patron, 2 151, the rest I don’t even know], 3 mixed drinks [1 Tokyo Tea from Angela, 1 stoplight from Johnny, and I don’t even remember the 3rd one], I was “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I LOVE EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;” drunk. Thank You all for coming out, stopping by, eating, drinking, and playing games with me. I really love you guys and had a lot of fun. I felt so loved LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Genie &amp;amp; Sam&lt;/span&gt; took me home. I woke up at 7am with a mad hangover, dehydrated with my head and body aching. Thanks Sam for taking care of me. He’s so effing good to me. After going back to sleep, I woke up refreshed without a hangover ready to get the day started. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;VEGAS HERE WE COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5.22.Friday VEGAS.&lt;/span&gt; I effing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;Vegas. My family has always been a bunch of gamblers and I learned to love this city at a very young age. I love the high end luxurious lifestyle. I love the city that never sleeps, the gambling, the buffets, the lights, the atmosphere, etc. I was hella excited and stoked. I love the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Palazzo Hotel&lt;/span&gt;, it’s such a beautiful high end 5 diamond hotel and luckily we have 2 suites reserved there for the whole weekend. We were supposed to leave by 11am. But because of my drunken condition, we didn’t leave til 1pm. I was praying we didn’t hit traffic. I know this weekend will be crazy because it’s &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Memorial Day Weekend&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Genie &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt; stopped by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;McDonalds &lt;/span&gt;and grubbed then drove 5 hours to Vegas stopping by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Barstow &amp;amp; Primm Valley&lt;/span&gt; to gas up and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/postcards-pictures-of/pc446-BarstowMainStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 197px;" src="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/postcards-pictures-of/pc446-BarstowMainStreet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barstow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.earthpageantproductions.com/images/primm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.earthpageantproductions.com/images/primm3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I love Genie btw&lt;/span&gt;. She’s freaking awesome and one REAL down ass homegirl [good conversations &amp;amp; times in the car]. We got to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Palazzo Hotel&lt;/span&gt;, met up with my fam bam [&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Mom, Dad, Kuya Kj, his SL homies Nick &amp;amp; John, my Tita Reccie &amp;amp; Uncle Ben&lt;/span&gt;], set up shop in our hotel suite &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;30-722&lt;/span&gt; [which my parents nicely furnished with drinks &amp;amp; food/snacks], and unpacked/enjoyed the view. We ran into &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;KM people &lt;/span&gt;who happened to be staying at the Palazzo Hotel on the same floor and talked/chilled with them a little during the weekend. During the meantime, I kept checking status on the 3 other CG cars [&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sam&amp;amp;Loretta, Kim&amp;amp;Jeff+Clarence&amp;amp;Melissa&amp;amp;Jake, and Johnny&amp;amp;Drew&lt;/span&gt;]. **Btw I parked in the same effing spot in P1 the whole weekend it was freaking awesome. It might have well read “&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;kimmiko’s parking space&lt;/span&gt;”**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.pegs.com/content/H/H77/H77R/H77R3/-Palazzo%20Dawn%20Exterior_j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 270px;" src="http://image.pegs.com/content/H/H77/H77R/H77R3/-Palazzo%20Dawn%20Exterior_j.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palazzo Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100137737028_1034190068_30256912_5910777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 255px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100137737028_1034190068_30256912_5910777_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palazzo Lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100135416970_1034190068_30256854_1637663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 470px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100135416970_1034190068_30256854_1637663_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in the Lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256824_6817374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 489px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256824_6817374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Genie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256826_7057256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 263px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256826_7057256.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Genie Chillen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100134376944_1034190068_30256828_2601522_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 489px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100134376944_1034190068_30256828_2601522_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom&amp;amp;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256838_6660816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 490px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256838_6660816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me&amp;amp;Kuya Kj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; for this Vegas weekend, but knowing that there was hella people in Vegas, I think it had to be thrown out the door. Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Pete&lt;/span&gt;, I was on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;VIP guestlist &lt;/span&gt;[Me+my friends for free] for 5 clubs: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Xs, Tao, Prive, Jet, and Tryst&lt;/span&gt;. However, the 3 cars were estimated to get here around 2am-4am, so I didn’t go clubbing. Instead, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Genie &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt; went to get dinner at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Grand Lux Café&lt;/span&gt; downstairs where we ordered some DANK ass food and took pictures with my lovely NEW camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3218552250_07cb27a6ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 257px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3218552250_07cb27a6ab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grand Lux Café @ the Palazzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256833_3760121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256833_3760121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genie’s cute lookin’ ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256836_2085183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 399px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256836_2085183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me tryina copy Genie’s cute lookin’ ass pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;, my fat kid mentality ass wanted something sweet so we grabbed Gelato at my favorite Gelato place in Vegas which happened to be located conveniently in the Palazzo Hotel: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Espressamente Illy&lt;/span&gt;. Yay for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Bacio gelato&lt;/span&gt; [orgasm in the mouth lol]. Then we&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; gambled&lt;/span&gt; a little on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Palazzo Casino floor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eatinglv.com/wordpress/wp-content/gallery/espressamente-illy/imgp7319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 201px;" src="http://www.eatinglv.com/wordpress/wp-content/gallery/espressamente-illy/imgp7319.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Espressamente Illy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256831_7407417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 268px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256831_7407417.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penny Slots Gambler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After passing time that way, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Kristyn &amp;amp; Richard&lt;/span&gt; call me to tell me they are staying at the Excalibur Hotel. So &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Genie &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt; drive over to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MGM &lt;/span&gt;to meet them up and kick rocks/gamble/chill. OTW, we took pictures of beautiful&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Las Vegas Boulevard&lt;/span&gt;. They passed us quite a few times, because apparently they “didn’t even recognize me” LOL. They bought me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yard of Strawberry Daquiry &lt;/span&gt;filled with RUM which I surprisingly downed in less than 10 minutes. Our objective was to ride the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Roller Coaster at NYNY&lt;/span&gt;, but it was closed. So we gambled at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NYNY &amp;amp; MGM&lt;/span&gt;. My drunk lookin’ ass won money and it was hella fun good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135136963_1034190068_30256847_447972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 236px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135136963_1034190068_30256847_447972_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genie &amp;amp; I driving down LV Blvd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.itsvegas.net/images/wynn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.itsvegas.net/images/wynn1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wynn Hotel [parallel to the Palazzo Hotel]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256843_3896089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 233px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256843_3896089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Treasure Island [across from the Palazzo Hotel]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stacymunn.com/blog/img/venetian02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.stacymunn.com/blog/img/venetian02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Venetian Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135096962_1034190068_30256846_294808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 251px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135096962_1034190068_30256846_294808_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imperial Palace &amp;amp; Harrahs&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/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100135256966_1034190068_30256850_5350809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 323px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100135256966_1034190068_30256850_5350809_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caesars Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www3.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/MGM+Mirage+Nears+Bankruptcy+KSKP0yjPZofl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 293px;" src="http://www3.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/MGM+Mirage+Nears+Bankruptcy+KSKP0yjPZofl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MGM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pokeropportunities.info/images/COPP/images/NYNYpokerHotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.pokeropportunities.info/images/COPP/images/NYNYpokerHotel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NYNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100134256941_1034190068_30256825_6567480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 226px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100134256941_1034190068_30256825_6567480_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristyn &amp;amp; Richard +my drink+MGM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256844_2226862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256844_2226862.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My drunk ass winning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Johnny &amp;amp; Drew&lt;/span&gt; arrived at the Palazzo at 2am so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Genie&lt;/span&gt; headed back to the Palazzo Hotel to wait for them and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Kristyn &amp;amp; Richard&lt;/span&gt; headed back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Excalibur Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Genie&lt;/span&gt; is the best photographer ever BTW. She caught me on the phone and everything [thanks for capturing the many memories]. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CG &lt;/span&gt;didn’t get there til 4am and after they changed and got ready we explored the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Palazzo Hotel &lt;/span&gt;together, gambled, drank, ate, and chilled. After staying up til 6am we decided to get some sleep. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Johnny &amp;amp; Drew&lt;/span&gt; however decided to pull an all-niter and went on drunken adventures walking the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135376969_1034190068_30256853_3590527_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135376969_1034190068_30256853_3590527_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the phone outside 30-722&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100135656976_1034190068_30256860_3624285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100135656976_1034190068_30256860_3624285_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Johnny, Drew, Me&amp;amp;Sam, Genie, Loretta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135776979_1034190068_30256863_308185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 399px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135776979_1034190068_30256863_308185_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5.23.Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Johnny, Drew, Loretta, Genie &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt; went down to the 3rd floor to the Palazzo &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pool&lt;/span&gt;. Johnny ordered me a very tasty &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mango Colada&lt;/span&gt; which I downed in 1 minute because it was so freaking DANK, which I thought had no alcohol but apparently did have a lot. For only being in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;pool for an hour&lt;/span&gt;, we emerged &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DARK&lt;/span&gt;! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zenandjuice.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/2008-07-16-las-vegas-trip-268-view-from-the-hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://zenandjuice.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/2008-07-16-las-vegas-trip-268-view-from-the-hotel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palazzo Hotel Pools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135976984_1034190068_30256868_601348_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100135976984_1034190068_30256868_601348_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genie, Clarence, Me, Melissa, &amp;amp; Loretta by the fountains at the Palazzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256869_2499662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256869_2499662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cute couple &amp;amp; I [btw I look like a little kid here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100136056986_1034190068_30256870_3787015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 261px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100136056986_1034190068_30256870_3787015_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam&amp;amp;Kimmiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke everyone up to get ready to eat at the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Wynn Buffet&lt;/span&gt; before my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Groove Community Class&lt;/span&gt;. We walked over to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Wynn buffet&lt;/span&gt;, took pictures, and grabbed gelato on the way there. The buffet was amazing btw, usually its priced at $25-30, but since it was memorial day weekend it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;$45&lt;/span&gt;. But man was the selection top notch [succulent crab legs, grade A meat, etc], everything was so delicious, especially the desserts [crepes, cheesecake, cookies, crème rule,]. 4 entrée plates + 2 dessert plates = &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;euphoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.isga.org.uk/vegas%20pics/wynn%20buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.isga.org.uk/vegas%20pics/wynn%20buffet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Wynn Buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256874_2320716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 347px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256874_2320716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam &amp;amp; I at the “lit up trees” at the Wynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Genie, Sam &amp;amp; I &lt;/span&gt;headed over to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Studio 702&lt;/span&gt; so that I could teach my Sheroes Class. After supporting &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Alexis&lt;/span&gt; [founder of sheroes],&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Lorence&lt;/span&gt; from UG Gen 1 called me and took my class. It was fun, I made friends with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mecamee, Formality LV, and Studio 702 &lt;/span&gt;people. I was nervous to teach my class, but I really loved the song and I could tell they loved to the piece so YAY! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I got paid&lt;/span&gt; btw =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30250680_7027403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30250680_7027403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groove Community Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;**Videos will be posted as soon as Groove puts them up on youtube**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my class, we headed back to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Palazzo Hotel&lt;/span&gt; to get ready for the night. Friday was “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dress to impress&lt;/span&gt;.” Saturday was “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;black &amp;amp; white w/ accent color&lt;/span&gt;.” We got ready and headed over to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Fremont Street Experience in Downtown Las Vegas &lt;/span&gt;[A pedestrian mall and light-show attraction in downtown Las Vegas.] We also met up with&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Lorence &lt;/span&gt;from&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; UG GEN 1&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Byron&lt;/span&gt; from&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; BMOD&lt;/span&gt;. At Fremont we met up with some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Formality LV boys&lt;/span&gt; [Greg, etc]. We watched the light-show attraction, gambled a little at the cheap tables, bought cheap drinks &amp;amp; yards [blue Hawaiian, tornado, adios], and watched street graffiti artists. BTW &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL JEFFREY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100136977009_1034190068_30256893_1539844_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 355px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100136977009_1034190068_30256893_1539844_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256879_1263308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 355px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256879_1263308.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UG GEN 1 [me, lor, n clare bear]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256895_7843643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256895_7843643.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100136456996_1034190068_30256880_4702084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 378px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100136456996_1034190068_30256880_4702084_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Sam [Black &amp;amp; Gold]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256882_173420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256882_173420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo in front of the fountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100136576999_1034190068_30256883_3849940_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 381px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100136576999_1034190068_30256883_3849940_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonderful parking space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.777vegas.ch/assets/images/FreemontStreetExp_400_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.777vegas.ch/assets/images/FreemontStreetExp_400_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freemont Street Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256889_3521249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256889_3521249.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fremont Street&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://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100136857006_1034190068_30256890_7852310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100136857006_1034190068_30256890_7852310_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Street Graffiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100136897007_1034190068_30256891_5238574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100136897007_1034190068_30256891_5238574_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Light Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I wanted to head over to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bellagio Hotel&lt;/span&gt; to gamble, drink, and watch the fountains. However, miscommunication and the other cars went back to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Palazzo Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jake &amp;amp; Loretta&lt;/span&gt; decided to walk back to Palazzo Hotel. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Me, Sam &amp;amp; my brother&lt;/span&gt; decided to kick rockz at the Bellagio and gamble. When we got back to the hotel, CG went to party and chill with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;KM&lt;/span&gt; and I knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.all-your-travel-needs.com/sites/lknutson/_files/Image/Bellagio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.all-your-travel-needs.com/sites/lknutson/_files/Image/Bellagio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bellagio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rolexreferencepage.com/travel/25_files/bellagio3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.rolexreferencepage.com/travel/25_files/bellagio3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bellagio Lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sohmphoto.com/images/0503-0203-Bellagio-Conservatory-600-MQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.sohmphoto.com/images/0503-0203-Bellagio-Conservatory-600-MQ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bellagio Botanical Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5.24.Sunday &lt;/span&gt;CG went down to eat lunch at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Grand Lux Café&lt;/span&gt;. Afterwards, we went down to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue Man Group store&lt;/span&gt; which was conveniently located in the Palazzo Hotel and took pictures. CG had to leave by 2pm to get to practice on time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Me, Sam, Johnny &amp;amp; Drew&lt;/span&gt; were staying until Monday since my parents had the suite for me for the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100136937008_1034190068_30256892_6418983_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 419px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100136937008_1034190068_30256892_6418983_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blue WOman group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137177014_1034190068_30256898_2945350_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137177014_1034190068_30256898_2945350_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jeff, kim, jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137217015_1034190068_30256899_1646455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137217015_1034190068_30256899_1646455_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blue man group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137297017_1034190068_30256901_4002949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137297017_1034190068_30256901_4002949_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256904_2069188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256904_2069188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100137457021_1034190068_30256905_5453765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100137457021_1034190068_30256905_5453765_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me &amp;amp; genie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CG left, the four of us set off to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Planet Hollywood for the Miracle Mile shops&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to drive but Johnny &amp;amp; Drew convinced me to walk the strip, which was HOT and FAR, and got me DARKER but it was fun ahha. I wanted a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PINKS hot dog&lt;/span&gt; so badly, to find out that they were relocating and not selling during the reconstruction process. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Johnny &amp;amp; Drew&lt;/span&gt; had to catch dinner with Johnny’s family, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sam &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt; walked around &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Miracle Mile&lt;/span&gt; shops and ate at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hawaiian Tropic&lt;/span&gt; Zone [it’s so funny how much we have in common, we ordered the exact same thing], ordered a yard of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eye Candy at Fat Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, and ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nestle Toll House Cookies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lastheplace.com/images/article-images/writers/Karleigh/planet_hollywood/PlanetHollywoodResortCasino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://lastheplace.com/images/article-images/writers/Karleigh/planet_hollywood/PlanetHollywoodResortCasino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;planet Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/nevada/las-vegas/images/s/planet-hollywood-miracle-mile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/nevada/las-vegas/images/s/planet-hollywood-miracle-mile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miracle Mile Shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lasvegas.net/UserFiles/Image/miraclemilemap_550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.lasvegas.net/UserFiles/Image/miraclemilemap_550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miracle Mile Shops Directory&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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3194563944_732a328990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3194563944_732a328990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miracle Mile Shops [raining]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thelasvegasadventurer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/miracle_mile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 354px;" src="http://www.thelasvegasadventurer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/miracle_mile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miracle Mile Shops by the V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/govegas/1/0/c/G/lvbars0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/govegas/1/0/c/G/lvbars0010.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fat Tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we started to walk back to the Palazzo Hotel stopping by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Flamingo Casino&lt;/span&gt; to gamble where we made friends with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Security guard&lt;/span&gt; who gave us wristbands so we didn’t have to get carded and gambled/passed time there. We walked back to the Palazzo, took a nap, and went to the Bellagio to watch the fountains and wait for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Johnny &amp;amp; Drew&lt;/span&gt; [whose dinner took 4 hours]. We set up at my favorite spot at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bellagio &lt;/span&gt;to watch the fountains and took pictures. I love the fountains at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;, they’re my favorite. It’s so beautiful and relaxing. We shared our "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;first kiss&lt;/span&gt;" that night. I can't even put into words how it made me feel. I'll blogg about him another day. All in all, tt was such a great night, especially with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt; being there =D&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/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100137497022_1034190068_30256906_7282001_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100137497022_1034190068_30256906_7282001_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secret Spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137537023_1034190068_30256907_3456477_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137537023_1034190068_30256907_3456477_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam&amp;amp;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100137577024_1034190068_30256908_1225606_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4490_1100137577024_1034190068_30256908_1225606_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;view from secret spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256910_7217908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4490/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30256910_7217908.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his idea and he took this really cute picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;fountains&lt;/span&gt;, we walked over to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Miracle Mile Shops&lt;/span&gt; again and went into Urban Outfitters to read my favorite book: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/span&gt;. We then walked over the Bellagio and ate late dinner at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Café Bellagio&lt;/span&gt; before heading back to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Palazzo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flahive320.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://flahive320.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/book.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Post Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137697027_1034190068_30256911_2182157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs054.snc1/4490_1100137697027_1034190068_30256911_2182157_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favorite Quote of the Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bestofvegas.com/Restaurants/Cafe-Bellagio-Las-Vegas/images/Cafe-Bellagio-Vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.bestofvegas.com/Restaurants/Cafe-Bellagio-Las-Vegas/images/Cafe-Bellagio-Vegas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Café Bellagio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were back at the Palazzo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Johnny, Drew and I&lt;/span&gt; went down to gamble. During the weekend, whenever I played I always came up, but this time I played 2 bills off and lost ahaha. It was good times though. Johnny tapped out early and went upstairs to sleep while me &amp;amp; Drew played the night away. Man was that fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5.25.Monday&lt;/span&gt; Checked out by 11am. Ate at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Grand Lux Café&lt;/span&gt; again for brunch. Dropped &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Drew &amp;amp; Johnny&lt;/span&gt; off at MGM. And headed back home to OC. BAD IDEA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MADD TRAFFIC &lt;/span&gt;Memorial Day Weekend. I guess everyone decided to leave early Monday. From Stateline to Vegas it’s a 45 minute drive, but because of the bumper to bumper, 5mph then stop—5mph then stop, and madd congestion of cars trying to get home to LA it took us 2 HOURS to get there. Getting gas at Primm took 2 hours. We decided to kick rocks and wait for nighttime to leave, the drive at night still took us 5 hours. We stopped at&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Primm and Barstow&lt;/span&gt; before getting home. On the ride back we listened to both our ipods, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hella def jam comedy&lt;/span&gt; [dane cook, pablo francisco, dat phan, etc] Was hella tired and knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my birthday week was effing amazing&lt;/span&gt;. I will never forget it. I can’t wait til finals &amp;amp; hell week are over with. I really want to take this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;summer to enjoy life&lt;/span&gt;. Graduate from bartending school and be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bartender&lt;/span&gt;. Study year-round for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;GMAT&lt;/span&gt;. Take a break from dancing and go back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;VEGAS &lt;/span&gt;and gamble/club/enjoy life. I just want to relax and chill. More pictures &amp;amp; edits will come as the days go by. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I’m kind of swamped with CG &amp;amp; Finals week for UCI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thank You for a wonderful 21st Birthday week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m free in 2 weeks so let’s make some summer plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-6303022358891899326?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6303022358891899326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6303022358891899326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6303022358891899326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-to-remember.html' title='A week to remember.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2nar0iu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-8302055098311804507</id><published>2009-05-17T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:10:26.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 21. A Milestone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3315/3181963639_4c3b03d6de_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 272px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3315/3181963639_4c3b03d6de_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I turn 21 on May 20, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Dream – Walking on the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; Time to stand still long enough for me to reflect on my reminiscent past and move forward, while enjoying my 21st birthday and not being afraid of what the future holds in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I wish for...happiness...prosperity...and strength/drive powerful enough that'll make me hold onto my dreams &amp;amp; ideals.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3days. &lt;/span&gt;Wow. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In 3 days, I turn 21&lt;/span&gt;. In the lives of American college students, one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;best moments/experiences&lt;/span&gt; is finally turning 21. Most people plan this night to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt;, either by throwing an all-out party, going to Vegas, or not remembering it at all. I’m such a selfless person. But, for once in my life, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m going to be selfish&lt;/span&gt; and have a whole 21st birthday week! So I’m starting it off by spending time w/ my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;famz &amp;amp; homiez&lt;/span&gt; [haven’t made any official plans but I’m free]. I have practice on my actual birthday [May 20th], so I hope people &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;visit me&lt;/span&gt; and keep me sane. Thursday I want to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DnBz/have dinner&lt;/span&gt;. Fri-Sun will be in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;. I planned an itinerary [jam-packed with adventure &amp;amp; good times] in hopes of not wasting time and making the most out of my 21st birthday experience [ie. eating at wynn &amp;amp; rio buffets, clubbin @ Xs for free cz I’m VIP, walking the strip at night, gambling legally in the casino, hotel party, outlet shopping, etc]. I got a suite at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Palazzo Hotel &lt;/span&gt;and invited those that I would love to be there &amp;amp; celebrate my 21st with me. Of course it’s understandable that some people couldn’t go due to money, gas, work, school, etc. But, regardless &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I’m going to have an effing blast&lt;/span&gt; with those that are going. It scares me that I’m turning 21, because there’s only one way to go from here and it’s up [growing older, aging, etc.] I never looked at the age “21” to be the age where I became an “adult.” Growing up, I was forced to “grow up” too fast. Currently, I feel like my mental age is that of a 23-25 year old. Rather, I look at it as a chance to actually pursue what I want to do [go to bartending school, business grad school, no longer gamble at Indian casinos, buy drinks &amp;amp; make drinks legally, invest in my future, etc]. So I hope the age of 21 brings me many &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;good times&lt;/span&gt;, many &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;great opportunitie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;many memories&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final words on this blogg, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Had a very intense day today, but it was all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hope these next 4 weeks don’t kill my birthday ecstacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hope you’re all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ps. &lt;/span&gt;today was an intense day: gym, lunch w/ sonasty &amp;amp; genie [indian food &amp;amp; mochilato], beach w/ b.mod lookin' ass [good times w/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;melissa, texas lookin' ass, hannah lookin' ass, buddy, neil, rj, yackz lookin' ass, eric, byron &amp;amp; gigz&lt;/span&gt;], cousins grad party, &amp;amp; now i'm off to sesh @ seaside.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&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/3842293506229865663-8302055098311804507?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8302055098311804507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/turning-21-milestone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8302055098311804507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8302055098311804507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/turning-21-milestone.html' title='Turning 21. A Milestone?'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-5011975858030752133</id><published>2009-05-16T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:06:25.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Stop Smiling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;**updated &lt;/span&gt;ps&amp;amp;ps2&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 293px;" src="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/trust.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"i'm going for it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat: &lt;/span&gt;Lloyd ft. Lil’ Wayne - You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; another session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage: &lt;/span&gt;“I hope my heart's not being foolish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;crushing. &lt;/span&gt;wow. I haven’t blogged in forever. I’ve been meaning to blogg about how stressful this week has been, but I haven’t had any downtime. Despite all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;drama/bullshit&lt;/span&gt; with school &amp;amp; cg, this week [from 2-5am] has been &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve been staying up daily til 6am to get all my shit out of the way for next week, so that I could jz chill and relax my 21st birthday week. Anyways, every time something stressful would happen during the daytime, at night all of that stress would just go away with a late night sesh. Literally… “&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I can’t stop smiling.&lt;/span&gt;” After all the shit I’ve been through, I told myself to guard my heart. I told myself that “nice girls finish last.” I told myself that I’m perfectly fine with being single &amp;amp; adopting a child, because I felt like it’s just not happening for me. Every single guy I met, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;nit-picked &lt;/span&gt;to death. Every single guy I thought had potential, I thought they would end up breaking my heart, were going to be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dick/jerk&lt;/span&gt;, and didn’t even want to try. Every single guy I liked, never noticed me until after I stopped liking them. I just&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; didn’t&lt;/span&gt; want to get hurt anymore. But wow,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; tonight changed everything&lt;/span&gt;. I’m genuinely happy. I think I found someone I can just not only be myself around, but can't believe &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;how fast the time passes by&lt;/span&gt; when I'm with them. I hope everything works out. I haven’t felt this way in a really long time and it’s so refreshing. I’m excited to see how this all plays out. Strange how it even started, so unexpected, so out of the blue. But I guess that’s what makes it even more meaningful, that it just happened without forcing anything. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I hope my heart’s not being foolish&lt;/span&gt;. Please prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admit it&lt;br /&gt;This just aien't &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;no game&lt;/span&gt; these just aien't &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm spitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If you could see the thoughts thats in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ima playa&lt;/span&gt;, that is true&lt;br /&gt;But I change the game for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lets see what it do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be foreal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This is how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; of love&lt;br /&gt;So let’s dip up out of here&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're just &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;my type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I just wanna chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets dip up out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahh&lt;br /&gt;She's fine too &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;but I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;So what you want me to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Today’s going to be an eventful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;w/ gym. indianfood+mochilato w/ genie&amp;amp;sonali. beach. cousin's grad. DC party/sesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm so effing happy =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hope you all are having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ps. &lt;/span&gt;on my mind: "age is mind over matter. if you don't mind. it doesn't matter" "be careful of things that move too fast and things that move too slow." "do you believe in serendipity? how do you know...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; you'll just know&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ps2.&lt;/span&gt; real talk: there's so many thoughts going on in my head that i hate when i'm like this. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; that i'm so intellectual and smart sometimes. It causes me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;overanalyze&lt;/span&gt; situations that I should just essentially take at face value and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; follow my heart&lt;/span&gt; and gut about. Like right now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My mind &lt;/span&gt;tells me to not get hurt, take it slow, reminds me of patience, reminds me of the fucked up past, reminds me that i'm scared and forever scarred. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My heart&lt;/span&gt; tells me that theres hope, that i've never felt this way before, that it's so genuine &amp;amp; comfortable, that I'm genuinely happy, that it's so real. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But what do i do when my heart and mind are on two different pages&lt;/span&gt;? I hate that I've been gifted with an amazing ability to reason. Sometimes it's too much for my own good.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to be like this forever. I'm scared that I'll be lonely, not because no one will love me, but because I'm too scared that there's not enough of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this type love&lt;/span&gt;" that it'll die &amp;amp; fail. Deep down, I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt; take another physical, emotional, and heart filled beating. I know some people think I'm strong and have come a long way, but almost a year later I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;still not&lt;/span&gt; even completely&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; over it&lt;/span&gt;. Still traumatized, still full of anger&amp;amp;sadness, still hoping that one day i'll wake up and forget that the whole thing even happened and it wouldn't phase me for even a second. I wouldn't want anyone to go through what kind of pain &amp;amp; sadness i've experienced. I told myself that I never want to see myself hit rock bottom again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt; I guess that's why I built this wall. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;For both reasons&lt;/span&gt;--to not only keep people out, but also see who is willing enough to break it down. Gah... as you can see there's so much shit going on in my head right now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm just going to stop writing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-5011975858030752133?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/5011975858030752133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-stop-smiling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/5011975858030752133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/5011975858030752133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-stop-smiling.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stop Smiling.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-8188816184716512977</id><published>2009-05-11T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:35:26.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Change Your Life…If You Let Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HS3mrTDYyuU&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/HS3mrTDYyuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lloyd - I Can Change Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; Lloyd - I Can Change Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyReading:&lt;/span&gt; 'The Last Lecture' by Randy Pausch, with Jeffrey Zaslow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; “I’m so effing inspired. &lt;3” style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Heart2Heart. Wow. When I heard this song in eric's car…I can’t even put into words how I felt. But I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fell in love&lt;/span&gt; with it. This song is my effing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;theme song&lt;/span&gt; mang. It’s so beautiful and fits my life atm perfectly. I’m determined to choreograph to it [2:22-3:07/end], and my goal is that by watching it, I want you to "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;feel it&lt;/span&gt;." And when I do choreograph to it, it’ll be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dedicated &lt;/span&gt;to my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know just what you need and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Let me provide it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to fight this thing yeah... ohh&lt;br /&gt;Cause as long as I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;You can &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;Throw it down on &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;everything I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be yeah&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Definite, permanent, perfect fit, for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can change your&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If you let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you need&lt;br /&gt;I can change your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I can make you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl if you let me&lt;br /&gt;I'll make your&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; puzzle complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can change your…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finalwords.&lt;/span&gt; Mang... I've been looking for a song with so much "feeling." &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When  I dance, to me it doesn't matter how good I am, all that matters is how I feel about what I'm dancing&lt;/span&gt;. And dyam, I'm so driven and inspired to show it through this upcoming piece. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I had an amazing week last week thanks to my family &amp;amp; bmoders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Judgment Day is today, wish me &amp;amp; CG luck =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-8188816184716512977?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8188816184716512977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-change-your-lifeif-you-let-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8188816184716512977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8188816184716512977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-change-your-lifeif-you-let-me.html' title='I Can Change Your Life…If You Let Me'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-8557540341798775882</id><published>2009-05-08T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:07:38.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m grown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/108/l_5c65c36516cc4bf5b3f5d05e1133163c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 450px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/108/l_5c65c36516cc4bf5b3f5d05e1133163c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you met me when I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a little kid, but I’m &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a little kid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tiffany Evans – I’m Grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to be FUCKING happy, for these next 3 days of my break to be AMAZING, and that this night ended differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I’m not “KJ’s LITTLE SISTER. My name is Kimberly-Ann Motherf*cking Maniego and I’m grown.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VENT. &lt;/span&gt;I normally don’t go on here to vent. But it’s been bothering me for months now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I fucking love BMOD&lt;/span&gt;. I think of them as my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; as well. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; every single dancer on that team and am &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; down for them. I even rock their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BEAST MODE&lt;/span&gt; shirts to my own damn practice! LOL. Anyways, because its my week break from CG and miraculously I got work off all week as well, I was down to drive to Hollywood to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; B.MOD @ Level 3 for their club event/fundraiser. I invited CG and out of 45 people, 3 were down to go [&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rob.Joe.Genie&lt;/span&gt;] which is sad but whatever, it ended up being good shit because I love those beezyz n they’re&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; good times&lt;/span&gt;. I’m glad they had fun, but I felt like such a kill joy because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;wasn’t &lt;/span&gt;having fun. I was actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;. I mean when I got there, I was hella excited. Happy to see everyone. I cheered so effing loud for them while they performed. I went there with the mentality of “&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I want to support BMOD and dance the night away with them.&lt;/span&gt;” But it sucks when GUYS don’t want to dance with me because my KUYA is there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What kind of High School bullshit is that?&lt;/span&gt; I mean I understand they knew him first so they didn't want to "disrespect," but frealz I just wanted to dance... and frankly, I see nothing wrong with dancing, we are dancers anyways, aren't we? I got so many &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;upsetting responses&lt;/span&gt;, “Is KJ over-protective of you?” “I can’t dance with you, KJ’s here, he’s my Ading, that’s weird.” “I can’t dance with you, your KJ’s lil sis” etc, etc. After the 4th denied dance [and I'm shy, I normally don't initiate dances or ask guys to dance], I ended up just sitting there and watched everyone have fun dancing with each other. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; not to show that I was sad because I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;didn’t&lt;/span&gt; want to ruin anyone’s night. But FUCK. That shit hella sucked for me. I mean I danced with everyone [guys &amp;amp; girls], but that&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; killed it&lt;/span&gt; for me. To make matters worse, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to vent to my kuya about it and that fool didn’t even care. I was like thanks niggy for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GROWN.&lt;/span&gt; Although my brother &amp;amp; I don’t look alike, we &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; related. I am his younger sister. But to be honest, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m more like the Ate&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t want to be known as “KJ’s Little Sister.” That shit &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;irritates&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My name is Kimberly-Ann “kimmiko” Maniego&lt;/span&gt;. I know you met me when I was a little kid, but I’m not a little kid anymore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt; looking at me like I’m still “little”. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Stop &lt;/span&gt;treating me like I’m still a “youngin.” If you took the time to get to know me, you’d find that I’m hella intellectual, independent, and mature. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m GROWN&lt;/span&gt;. Better recognize that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After randomly talking to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Sam on DC&lt;/span&gt; about this issue, he said “why even bother with guys that trip about it? not worth your time anyway if they don't have the balls to just go for it.” and he’s effing right. I’m my own individual. I don’t want to be known as KJ’s Little Sister. I have a name. I'm turning 21 in less than 2 weeks. I’m  grown. I’m not going to trip about it anymore because it’s over and done with. But man. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I still wish that night ended differently&lt;/span&gt;. I just wanted to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;. Spend time hanging out/clubbing/dancing with people I truly love. It was just “dancing.” I just wished they could get over that stupid issue. On the flip side, I do appreciate &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Karl, Jesse, Paul, Eric, &amp;amp; Joe&lt;/span&gt; for asking me to dance &amp;amp; dancing with me. I wished we got to dance the night away more. Thanks for always trying to make me smile [jerkin', sesh, lap dances, etc] &amp;amp; making sure I had "fun." Hella appreciate it. Also, some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;highlights of the night&lt;/span&gt;: the sesh circles [watchin Jesse &amp;amp; KJ get buck, eric break, paul house, etc.], bmod perf [they killed that shit], karl's fan club [those groupie girls], april cristal [i miss this beezy], and the fact that bmod has fun dancing [when CG clubbed they were a bunch of wall-flowers WHOMP WHOMPZ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you guys are having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m free FRIDAY-SUNDAY so hit me up =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;BTW, I updated my last 2 blogg entries so check that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-8557540341798775882?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8557540341798775882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-grown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8557540341798775882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8557540341798775882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-grown.html' title='I’m grown.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-1226487648935821529</id><published>2009-05-05T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:13:01.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Once, I'm Free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Updated: &lt;/span&gt;this blogg will be updated throughout the week so check back for updates!&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197652_4846164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 261px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197652_4846164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Did I mention how much I love white lilies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chromeo – Bonafied Lovin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; A week full of adventure, fun, and relaxation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“PERFECT. I’m done w/ midterms &amp;amp; on top of getting a week break from CG practice, I got work off all week too. SO I’m completely FREE! Let’s effing chill pls =D”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PerfectWeek: &lt;/span&gt;Because I’m a workaholic busybee, when I actually have free time I try and chill with as many people as possible, do as many fun/relaxing things that I can, and splurge on shopping and food. LOL. So with that being said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FOR ONCE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; this week, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’M FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;itinerary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;Midterm 11-1230. I was late 10 minutes, but finished 10 minutes early. I for sure &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ACED&lt;/span&gt; that shit and also he accepted my late homework from last week that I didn’t turn in because I was sick and couldn’t wake up for escuela. NICE! I also have a&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; CG Directors Meeting &lt;/span&gt;at 9pm-Midnight to talk about scholarship, Body Rock, &amp;amp; next year’s board [judgment week]. But during the inbetween time, I’m going to get food with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Genie &lt;/span&gt;=D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mitsuwa &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mochilato&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; After the directors meeting, I’ll probably finish my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt; and get studying out of the way so I’m completely free of academic obligations/guilt/stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5AM.&lt;/span&gt; Yin&amp;amp;Yang. Chillen was good time. Directors meeting [lasted 5 hrs] was bittersweet. Glad I got to talk to Dan again. I missed him. I hope everything works out. Afterwards, nocturnal AIM conversation w/ Anthony. Only can some it up in a couple phrases: be careful who you trust, hang in there, bite your tongue, keep your head up, don't forget to pray. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_1wWTObAexYs/SGiurwTj5xI/AAAAAAAABn4/-xmrBIuv_z8/s400/mochilato+desserts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wWTObAexYs/SGiurwTj5xI/AAAAAAAABn4/-xmrBIuv_z8/s400/mochilato+desserts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mochilato&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;I want to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;. I e-mailed CG and those beezyz are being non-responsive [prolly resting up &amp;amp; handling their shit, catchin up on school and work]. But regardless, I’m going w/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;J&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ho, Kirk, Celene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Jasmine, my kuya &lt;/span&gt;and hopefully &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Co. haha. Dole Whip, Churro, Foot-Long Corn Dog, &amp;amp; Fireworks here we come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2AM.&lt;/span&gt; Lame. Dland closed at 8pm today. CA closed at 6pm. Regardless I still had fun. Afterwards we [&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;jho, kirk, jas, kj, me, b, patti, genie&lt;/span&gt;] headed over to Cerritos [Mr. Lees] for $9.99 all-you-can-eat korean bbq! Then we went to Dolphin Bay for dessert. Afterwards, I met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Simbol &lt;/span&gt;for mixed shaved ice @ guppies. gahh im such a fatty this week. oh well, it was good times chillen with so many people and I guess I got what I wanted: to splurge. Now I'm off to one of my "spots" seaside =D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/gocalifornia/1/0/6/3/Believe_Fireworks-DL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 403px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/gocalifornia/1/0/6/3/Believe_Fireworks-DL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite place ever &lt;3&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thursday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CG Pool/BBQ/Chillback&lt;/span&gt; @ Q'z place in Irvine during the day n at night &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, Joe [pbf/bestie], Genie, &amp;amp; Rob&lt;/span&gt; are going to support &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;B.Mod&lt;/span&gt; @ their Club Event at Level 3. I’m so effing down to party, dance, and just have a good time =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morn.&lt;/span&gt; eww... i found out i have a dentist apt @ 1pm so I'm going to be late to Q's. Thanks Dan for being there. Then I have hella errands to run before &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Genie&lt;/span&gt; gets to my pad at 7pm [alteration place, DMV which will take forever, home home to LBC]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://barkadamodern.com/images/level3-2-lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 1101px;" src="http://barkadamodern.com/images/level3-2-lrg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.Mod &lt;/span&gt;@ Level 3 on May 7, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt; Change of plans, my mom's down to eat dinner on Sunday. So I'm going to VDC Study Sesh [paper due, study for stats tests, 3 papers due next week] it up w/ Andy, then afterwards chill =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;430am.&lt;/span&gt; Wow. So today I study sesh'd w/ Anddayy @ VDC from 430-1030. 6 freaking hours! I didn't even move from my spot to take a break or anything. Sadly &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt; was there 3 hours before I was, hopefully he got his paper finished. After studying my ass off, I wanted to go out and do something because I didn't wanna be stuck at home on a Friday night. So I ate @ Cheesecake Factory w/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; and we watched the 110am showing of Star Trek. I feel so nerdy because I effing loved the movie. It made me think about a lot of things. I want to do more research and watch the movie again. So if you haven't watched it, lemme know, I'll watch it with you =D Now, I'm packing my stuff to head home to LBC. My dad needs to work on my car and I'm going to do some more studying during the day. Hopefully I find something to do at night.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;I’m &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;! but idk if I'ma be in LBC or OC. Just hit me up and we'll work something out. I'm down for whatever =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;400pm.&lt;/span&gt; Wow. So I'm the type of person who plans my life down to the hour. I was spose to hang out with a homie. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, but I found out he lied to my face. 1) you don't gotta lie to kick it 2) i hate flakes &amp;amp; liars 3) i hate being the nice girl [they finish last]. So whatevz, I'm super busy but I'll make time for whoeverz down for me. my bestie said "fuck that nigga, drop his ass." word. So now, I'm going to visit my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;lola &lt;/span&gt;at the hospital [she had heart failure on wed]. N since I'm free, I'm going to chill w/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;eric &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***updatept2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;245am.&lt;/span&gt; what an amazing night =D after an upsetting day at the hospital. I got closer to my dad and actually understand him now. I'm not mad at him anymore. I'm not angry at my dad's side of the family. After crying, smoking, and venting to my parents, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;eric &lt;/span&gt;picked me up from my apt and we [&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;jas, kj, me n eric&lt;/span&gt;] went to eat KBBQ in cerritos, went to dolphin bay for drinks, and seaside for a failed donut hole run but a nice chill walk/talk on the beach &amp;amp; ended it with hella dank gellato. What a great night =D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; I’m &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; during the day! No practice today because of mother's day. So we can either go to my “spots,”watch a movie, gamble, idk chill. But at Night, I'm treating my FAM out to BC cz my mom loves seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;700pm.&lt;/span&gt; change of plans. my mom had to work today, so I'm going to treat my fam out to BC next weekend. I stayed at home, studied, updated sheroes myspace, created sheroes fbook fan page, and just chilled. Now I'm going to chill w/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Paul &lt;/span&gt;=D yay for dland fireworks and my "spots."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;400am.&lt;/span&gt; what an amazing night/way to end the week. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;paul&lt;/span&gt; picked me up n we chilled at dland til midnite. dland was totally dead so it was 5-15 min wait for rides, NICE right? [yay for fireworks, riding space mountain 2x, pirates, mattahorn, thunder mountain]. n then i treated &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;grace-suhh&lt;/span&gt; out 2 denny's. i'll pray for u love and i hope shit works out.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fun&amp;amp;Relaxation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What I don’t want&lt;/span&gt; is to stay at home alone when I have free time. I want to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ABOUT&lt;/span&gt;. I want to have fun and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;spend time&lt;/span&gt; with family &amp;amp; friends. I want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;splurge&lt;/span&gt; [gamble, shop, eat]. I want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt; [beach night walk, visit my “spots,” recreational read]. So if you’re down to chill this week, have free time, or want to just talk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;HIT ME UP MANG.&lt;/span&gt; I’m completely &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FREE &lt;/span&gt;for once! This is seriously rare. I'm praying for a perfect week. Help make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BTW, I can’t wait til the videos are up on thatsfresh.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;N let’s chill! I’ll effing fit you into my schedule &amp;amp; make time for you. Don’t trip =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&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/3842293506229865663-1226487648935821529?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1226487648935821529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/praying-for-perfect-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/1226487648935821529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/1226487648935821529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/praying-for-perfect-week.html' title='For Once, I&apos;m Free!'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wWTObAexYs/SGiurwTj5xI/AAAAAAAABn4/-xmrBIuv_z8/s72-c/mochilato+desserts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-8868546571471242198</id><published>2009-05-04T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:26:39.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing is our COMMON GROUND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Updated: &lt;/span&gt;this blogg entries pictures &amp;amp; videos have been updated. check it out!&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="388" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DwikNFkWDZc&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/DwikNFkWDZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="388" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ultimate Brawl 9: Battle of Distinction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; Common Ground Vegas Set. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thanks to thatsfresh.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; CG’s Ultimate Brawl Mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; watching CG’s performance @ UB [can’t wait til it’s up on Thatsfresh.com], chillen w/ CG [I wanna see you beezy’s already], and chillen w/ BMOD [I love these beezy’s too mang].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Remember to dance your heart out on stage for each other, have fun, and put on a good show. If we do this, everything will fall into place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;**Blogg is under construction. More pictures, videos, etc. ill be added in thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;s upcoming week**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB. &lt;/span&gt;After practicing til 2am almost every day the week before UB, to pushing through 2 midterms+1 test while being SICK, to graduating from UCLA the day before UB, to getting 3 hours of sleep UB Day, it freaking paid off. “&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m going to dance my heart out on that stage for you guys, I LOVE YOU CG&lt;/span&gt;” were my final words before we brought it in before our performance. CG has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; placed at UB. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And we got 1st place!!&lt;/span&gt; [Congrats to CADC for 2nd, PAC for 3rd, n BMOD n 220 they were sick!!]. Never have we gotten 1st place at ANY competition. Man, I was so freaking emotional that day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I missed that feeling&lt;/span&gt;. The reason why I loved Common Ground so much was because what it stood for. That although we may all come from different backgrounds,etc, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dancing is our Common Ground&lt;/span&gt;. We were always known to be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UNDERDOGS&lt;/span&gt;. But because this year is our 5th year anniversary, we wanted to do it BIG. Go Big or Go Home.”&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’M ALL IN, are you going to call me?&lt;/span&gt;” is what I’d always tell the team. I missed that feeling. Everyone was on the same page. Everyone performed their heart out on that stage. Not for the audience. Not for the Judges. But for each other. Mang could you feel the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; on that stage. After we performed, I was so effing genuinely happy I just knew we put on a good show. I could effing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEEL IT&lt;/span&gt; during those 6 amazing minutes on stage. I cried. Cried so hard because I was happy. I haven’t felt this feeling since 3 years ago @ Prelude. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only, th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eeling was better&lt;/span&gt;. Better because I didn’t care if we placed. This feeling was what I wanted to feel and what I’ve been chasing for 3 years, and to just experience it again with people that I love because they truly inspire me everyday to be a better director, dancer, and person, was more than any trophy or award could bring me. Like the host Angie said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;CG, that WIN was WELL-DESERVED&lt;/span&gt;". Every single one of you betches are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt;. Our set is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;. and thank you for the memories &amp;amp; the feelings. I will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="388" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNLsCbtAqLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="388" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNLsCbtAqLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="388" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; Awards Ceremony/Bloopers thanks to Traceface. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[watch Chris &amp;amp; Leo get excited when they say "Kaba Modern" 2:07, Big B appear out of nowhere at 2:35, Me scream &amp;amp; hug everyone at 2:43, Clarence cry like a baby at 3:24, etc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2878_1091210793860_1034190068_30234064_1870924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 248px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2878_1091210793860_1034190068_30234064_1870924_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; CG Founders &amp;amp; Directors. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2878_1091210833861_1034190068_30234065_3237573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 286px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2878_1091210833861_1034190068_30234065_3237573_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; GAMMA CLASS... 3 years and 5 strong. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422121612_15107084_32655290_2312049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 280px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422121612_15107084_32655290_2312049_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; traceface mylimbz n I. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422061732_15107084_32655279_3570291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 282px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422061732_15107084_32655279_3570291_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; CG's PCD's "wannabe" serious poses. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422041772_15107084_32655275_5411096_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 490px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422041772_15107084_32655275_5411096_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; Traceface &amp;amp; I. I effing LOVE her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422051752_15107084_32655277_6242511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422051752_15107084_32655277_6242511_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; Lorettz, Me, &amp;amp; Traceface [3 PCD]. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2915_1092846154743_1034190068_30237684_5693511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 241px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2915_1092846154743_1034190068_30237684_5693511_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; BI for Life =D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2915_1092846114742_1034190068_30237683_4076661_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 393px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2915_1092846114742_1034190068_30237683_4076661_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; CGDT "funny" poses. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422286282_15107084_32655322_2912226_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 294px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/4249_554422286282_15107084_32655322_2912226_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt;CG u KNOW!. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs017.snc1/4225_1080991538323_1032330006_30188891_2535640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs017.snc1/4225_1080991538323_1032330006_30188891_2535640_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; CGDT+Alumni. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs017.snc1/4225_1080991498322_1032330006_30188890_2283916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs017.snc1/4225_1080991498322_1032330006_30188890_2283916_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; CGDT+our 909 Runners. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs017.snc1/4225_1080988098237_1032330006_30188841_1532458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs017.snc1/4225_1080988098237_1032330006_30188841_1532458_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UB.&lt;/span&gt; CGDT+1st place trophy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;**Blogg is under construction. More pictures, videos, etc. ill be added in thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;s upcoming week**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My final words on this blog, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CG you KNOW!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1…2…3…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CG YOU KNOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Don’t forget about my 21st B’day Vegas Trip May 22-24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Save monies &amp;amp; i'll email out my itinerary soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Enjoy the week break betches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[we better hang out tho, DLAND, BC, KBBQ, VDC NITE, GAMBLING, FISHING, etc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;BODY ROCK here we come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Come ready to work next week for BODY ROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&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/3842293506229865663-8868546571471242198?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8868546571471242198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/dancing-is-our-common-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8868546571471242198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/8868546571471242198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/dancing-is-our-common-ground.html' title='Dancing is our COMMON GROUND.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-316824899907243116</id><published>2009-05-01T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:49:39.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye April…Hello May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3150_1084906636260_1034190068_30220245_3984747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 418px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3150_1084906636260_1034190068_30220245_3984747_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Love the Vegas Nightlife [lights, gambling, fashion, and high-end luxury]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; Kenna - Rockaway Life Feat. Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt;  A break, Continental Fried Rice from Coconut Bay, and to be Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“May’s going to be the month to remember.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HelloMay.&lt;/span&gt; Wow. Can you believe we are almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;half-way&lt;/span&gt; done with the year 2009? &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ime flies, whether or not you’re having fun&lt;/span&gt; LOL. But for this month in particular, I hope it &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;slows down&lt;/span&gt; so that I can enjoy life. There’s so much going on this month, I feel like everyone’s B’DAY is in MAY, academic schedule for midterms, essays, projects etc is hectic, and everyone’s too busy prepping for summer plans. But regardless, there’s so much I want to accomplish, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If there’s anything I want more, it’s for things to work out for me this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;May [1-9] Week 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Graduation, Pacquiao Fight,  Kuya KJ’s B’day, UB, Week Break, Judgment Week&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; graduating from UCLA Anderson School of Business&lt;/span&gt; May 2nd, Saturday, [Riordan Healthcare Management] from 8-1130am. Afterwards I’m hoping to watch X-Men:Origins or eat KBBQ w/ CG before our Saturday Run-Throughs, sucks that we have CG during the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Manny Pacquiao vs Ricky Hatton fight&lt;/span&gt;. I hope someone texts me updates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;          My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kuya’s 24th B’day&lt;/span&gt; is May 3rd, Sunday, and he’s celebrating it in Vegas [ironic because I’m going to be there 2 weeks later]. Anyways, I hope he has a good time. I think I got him sick so it’s unfortunate that he has to on his Vegas trip sick. He’ll probably end up infecting others at the Pacquiao after party. FUN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;          On May 3rd,Sunday,  909 will host &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ultimate Brawl&lt;/span&gt;,  considered one of the finest shows put together in our ever-expanding dance community. This year is UB’s 9th year anniversary and the theme for this special year is “&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Battle of Distinction&lt;/span&gt;.” This will be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;last time&lt;/span&gt; CG will be performing their new set, so please come out and support us. I’m happy I get to see my dancer friends again and perform/compete for CG. Gluck to those teams that have hell week [GRV, BMOD, DC], continue to push and work hard! I’m excited for UB and I’ll see you guys there =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/81/l_3ee6feeaa6a8447c868fcd6c95e3a57a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 519px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/81/l_3ee6feeaa6a8447c868fcd6c95e3a57a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m FREE&lt;/span&gt;! after UB that is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CG gets a week break!&lt;/span&gt; This is exactly what I needed to recuperate and unwind from sleep deprivation, pushing my body during late-night practices to the point where I almost pass out, and being sick for 2 weeks. With that being said, it’ll also be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;judgment w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eek for me&lt;/span&gt; [Directors will be meeting to talk about CG’s set for BodyRock &amp;amp; the New CG Board for next year]. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I want to chill&lt;/span&gt;, I for sure want to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Skyline, Seaside, Angel’s Gate Park, Top of the World, and Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197649_564981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 185px; height: 135px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197649_564981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197651_5739989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 135px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197651_5739989.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197650_2184515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 135px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197650_2184515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;May [10-16] Week 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mother’s Day, Essay/Test Week, SF Photoshoot/Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;         I want to take my family out for dinner&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother’s Day.&lt;/span&gt; My mom likes seafood, so I’m thinking &lt;a href="http://www.theboilingcrab.com/"&gt;Boiling Crab&lt;/a&gt; since no one in my family has eaten there. I don’t mind dropping a few bills on a couple pounds of oysters, crabs, shrimp, and crawfish w/ “&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;he whole sha-bang&lt;/span&gt;” =D I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt; essays/tests due this week. I'm sure I'll be pulling a lot of all-niters and study sessions so&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt; feel free to join me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Str&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;eet Family&lt;/span&gt; Photo Shoot &amp;amp; Practices start up. I'm excited =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPkedwBmww/SKT0O5VY79I/AAAAAAAAA28/_sCwCT1sBGU/s400/BCscreenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPkedwBmww/SKT0O5VY79I/AAAAAAAAA28/_sCwCT1sBGU/s400/BCscreenshot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;May  [17-23] Week 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;21st B’day, Vegas Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 20, 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm turning&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I want to have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;birthday week&lt;/span&gt; LOL. I never do anything for myself, so I can officially say that I’m allowed to&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; splurge&lt;/span&gt; on myself for once, especially at this time. During the day, I’m going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt; so you pass holders come join me! At night, I have practice, but that doesn’t mean you people can’t &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;drop by and visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;=D Thursday the 21st lets go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DNBz&lt;/span&gt; or something. Fri-Sun, 22-24 weekend, is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VEGAS B’day weekend&lt;/span&gt; and I have a suite at the Palazzo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-04/37442798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-04/37442798.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hella dancers are gonna be there, &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;MAYVN’s&lt;/span&gt; going on their vegas trip, &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sheroes&lt;/span&gt; is going on their vegas trip, I invited &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;CG&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; some &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;BMODers&lt;/span&gt;. I’m going to send out an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; of what’ll go on that weekend, people can choose to follow it or not, but it’s a compilation of my favorite things to do in Vegas and I’d love to share what I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love to see &amp;amp; do in Vegas&lt;/span&gt; with someone. BTW, feel free to drink and go crazy just keep in mind that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don’t &lt;/span&gt;want to get drunk because I want to remember my Vegas weekend. I’m down to take shots, but just be careful if you’re going to make me a drink or buy me one because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m allergic to malt liquor&lt;/span&gt;, my throat swells up, and I don’t want to die. But anyways, I never do anything for my B’day, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I’m hella excited&lt;/span&gt;! I hope people can make it out, cz it’ll be fun! I want to take hella pictures and make hella memories. So, let’s do this! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;IT’S VEGAS BABY&lt;/span&gt;!! Oh and it’s also hella heads b’days this month too [Hutton 10, Anthony&amp;amp;Richard 18, Matt 19, Me 20, Teen 21, Julian 22, Jeff 24, Colette 27, Jenny 28, etc.]!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197645_7882952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197645_7882952.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May  [24-31] Week 4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bartending School, SURP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;         Start going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Bartending School of America&lt;/span&gt; to become a &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;certified bartender&lt;/span&gt;. I worked in the restaurant industry for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3.5 years &lt;/span&gt;[Claim Jumper 2005-2008]. I worked at CJ LBC as a hostess/lead hostess for a year, transferred to CJ Torrance as a cocktail waitress/server for a year, and transferred to CG Irvine as a server/lead server for a year and a half and then quit [long dramatic story there, ask me about it sometime]. Anyways, having a lot of bartender friends and being in the industry for a long time, I found that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;restaurant bartenders make bank&lt;/span&gt;! On top of their actual wage, [for CJ] they get 2% tips from the cocktail waitresses [$10 x 2 =$20], 1% tips from the servers on the floor [$5 x 8 =$40], and anything that hits their countertop/saloon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;o on a bad night it’ll be around $125 in tips [not including bi-monthly paychecks] and on a good night it’ll be around $300-500 in tips [not including bi-monthly paychecks]&lt;/span&gt;. I basically have the restaurant experience under my belt, I just have to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; about my liquors and how to mix drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://barsupplies.com/images/pro-kit-display-vinyl-bs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 182px;" src="http://barsupplies.com/images/pro-kit-display-vinyl-bs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to be “&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;legit&lt;/span&gt;” and actually get certified so that I can bartend at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;parties, clubs, and do cool flair bartending [tricks]&lt;/span&gt;. I also need a summer job to save up for grad school apps and all the expenses for my senior year. But, I’m not an alcoholic, I actually&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; don’t &lt;/span&gt;really drink [long personal story ask me if you really want to know]. But I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the rush/adrenaline of multi-tasking, making hella bank doing what I love, and making people try my drinks. My goal is to have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;signature drink&lt;/span&gt; on the menue at a restaurant, so when you go there and open the saloon guide it’ll say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;restaurant name, location &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kimberly-Ann Maniego&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;drink name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bootleggersmobilebartender.com/images/florida_bartending_school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.bootleggersmobilebartender.com/images/florida_bartending_school.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;         Prepare for my Summer plans with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Summer Research Project&lt;/span&gt; in which I’m traveling all over Northern and Southern California.&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll update this more later&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MayMadness.&lt;/span&gt; What’s new? LOL. I’m a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; workaholic busybee&lt;/span&gt; so this month will be jam-packed with adventure. But I hope time does me a favor and slows down so that I can actually take in every single moment and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;enjoy life&lt;/span&gt;, especially during this month. I’ll keep you posted if anything changes. But for now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Goodbye April… Hello May! &lt;/span&gt;I’m excited, and this will surely be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;month to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My goal for this month is to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m praying everything works out for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-316824899907243116?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/316824899907243116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-aprilhello-may.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/316824899907243116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/316824899907243116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-aprilhello-may.html' title='Goodbye April…Hello May'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srPkedwBmww/SKT0O5VY79I/AAAAAAAAA28/_sCwCT1sBGU/s72-c/BCscreenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-1687534272201096358</id><published>2009-04-28T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:08:43.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Being the nerd that I am, I asked 20 ppl to try the ColorGenics profile and tell me what they think and how accurate their responses were. TRIPPY! [9 said 100% dead on, 8 said 90% accurate, 2 said 80% accurate, 1 said 60% accurate]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So... my midterm went horribly wrong. After creating a 30 page study guide, reviewing the ppt slides, and studying the sample midterm exam. The 70 minute midterm [30% of my grade] exam ended up being 20 short answer questions &amp;amp; 6 essay questions = BS, frustration, and FAILURE. 6 ppl finished. she better curve that shit. FML.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iam.saffyz.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/colorgenics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 207px;" src="http://iam.saffyz.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/colorgenics.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ColorGenics Profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; Utada Hikaru - Sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyReading:&lt;/span&gt;  Management 151 Midterm Study Guide that I made [30 pgs long]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Blue, Black, Grey, Purple, Green, Red, Yellow, and Orange = My ColorGenics Profile”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GoldinUniverse.&lt;/span&gt; It’s 330am and while taking a break from studying for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Management 151&lt;/span&gt; midterm this afternoon, I decided to try this &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ColorGenics Profile test&lt;/span&gt; on GoldinUniverse by Paul Goldin Clinics. On &lt;a href="http://www.goldinuniverse.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;GoldinUniverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you basically pick 8 colors ranking from which you feel most in harmony with. After inserting your name, it analyzes your color picks and creates a profile for you. After reading my ColorGenics Profile, I was kind of tripped out because it was dead on and hella interesting. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You should try it and lemme know what you think about my profile &amp;amp; your profile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; kimberly-ann maniego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4/28/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Colorgenics Number:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;17053246&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;At this time you are feeling 'uptight' and you are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;urgently in need of rest and relaxation&lt;/span&gt;; but perhaps even more than that you need to overcome that feeling that you have been 'hard done by' and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;treated with a complete lack of consideration&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe you have, but whatever may have been the cause of your inherent anxiety, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;you regard the situation as intolerable&lt;/span&gt;. Your are, however, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;sufficiently competent to turn that situation around&lt;/span&gt; - you have overcome similar problems in the past, and really this one isn't too different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Rejection is what you fear the most&lt;/span&gt; and it is this fear that makes you unapproachable. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You are looking for acknowledgement and above all looking for people who can appreciate you for who and what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nothing seems to be going right&lt;/span&gt; for you and you are thwarted every way you turn. You are not at all happy with the situation but it would appear that there is very little that you can do about it at this time. Sit back and let the situation take its course, because at this time you feel that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;there is nothing you can do&lt;/span&gt; to change whatever needs to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You are pretending that the situation around you doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;, but the effort of trying to conceal your emotions and anxieties is resulting in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;untold stress&lt;/span&gt;. The existing situation is disagreeable. You &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;feel unwanted and lonely&lt;/span&gt; and you would really like to associate with someone whose ideals are as high as your own. You want to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;above the standard of mediocrity&lt;/span&gt; and this need to be needed and that need to need has almost become an obsession. You are trying to magnify the need into a compelling urge. You would really like to tell the world how great you are but no, you are holding back because you feel that your peers may treat you with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;contempt&lt;/span&gt;. This is a great pity because you have in fact a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;unique quality of character&lt;/span&gt;, but the continual restraint that you impose on yourself makes you suppress this need for others and you pretend you don't really care. You treat those who criticise you with contempt. However, to be honest, beneath this assumption of indifference you really long for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the approval and esteem of others&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You would like to be respected and valued for yourself and this can only be achieved from within a close and harmonious relationship&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final words on this blog... "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;word.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;study sesh @ vdc w/ traceface, andy, n carl epic fail cz these beezyz are sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So it’s hard for me to stay awake by myself -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But I gotta get back to being a nerd so I hope you are all having better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kimmiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt; randomz: its 430am and today's gonna be one jampacked day. studying. 2 hour nap. midterm 2pm. class til 5pm. gym from 6-7pm. CHILL time finally! btw albeezy is the best! thanks for the "study-break" mang. i hope u woke up for your class. niglette i'm excited for seaside. ramy i'm looking forward to dinner [let's see if we can get marko &amp;amp; april to come w/].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ps2.&lt;/span&gt; its 630am. n epic failure w/ the study sesh @ vdc carl, anday, n traceface are STILL sleeping. carl [who has a paper due at 5pm] has slept the whole effing time lol. i hope he finishes. anday [who was jz keeping us company] is sleeping w/ my blanket &amp;amp; i have to leave so i guess ima jz let him have it. I'm sick, so I hope he doesn't wake up sick LOL. traceface [who has slept in irvine for the past 2 days] is jz chillen/sleeping. so I basically had to entertain myself and keep myself motivated to study on my own. it's nice knowing they are here tho =D i love these beezyz tho. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-1687534272201096358?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1687534272201096358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/04/word.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/1687534272201096358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/1687534272201096358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/04/word.html' title='word.'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-6883709339087597758</id><published>2009-04-27T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:08:02.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart died…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii105/ilovehim33_02/heart-broken.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 396px;" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii105/ilovehim33_02/heart-broken.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat: &lt;/span&gt;Chris Brown – Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyReading:&lt;/span&gt;  The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt; “How do you let it go? When you, you just don't know? What's on the other side of  the door when you're walking out…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gah. Monday morning. April 27, 2009 @ 645am I got in my car and cried. I completely &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;broke down&lt;/span&gt;. On my last post, I shared some deep thoughts that have been on my mind lately. Although I have a lot of friends, I’m not the type of person to open up to anyone. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I’m shy&lt;/span&gt; [although I may not appear that way in person] and I find writing to be a form of&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; release&lt;/span&gt;. There are some things that I want to discuss and talk about, but since I can’t find the right words to express how I feel in person, I write. Anyways.  I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it’s over&lt;/span&gt;. My heart died last night at practice. I realized that for the past 3 years, I was holding on to an idea, a feeling, and a  hope that things would get better, would go back to the way they were, that I can be happy again. I guess you could say &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was chasing a “ghost.”&lt;/span&gt; Something that was so beautiful, that I felt completely complimented me, that I would want to be a part of my life forever BUT is now non-existent—dead and gone. I kept telling myself to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hang in there&lt;/span&gt;, to keep trying, it will eventually get better. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I look at it as a relationship&lt;/span&gt;. I’m the type of person where if I’m in a relationship, I’m going to do &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;to make it work. I’ll talk it out, work it out, compromise, sacrifice, etc. because that way… if things don’t work out, I know that I tried everything I could. Going into this relationship, I was fully committed, loyal, hardworking, and selfless. I guess you could say I was stubborn and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;“in love.”&lt;/span&gt; But DAMNIT how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;love is blind&lt;/span&gt;. I realized that it’s stressing me out and causing me more pain than happiness. I realized that what I’m putting into the relationship, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I’m not getting back&lt;/span&gt;. I can’t be in a relationship that’s a one-way street. I don't want to be "stuck." I think I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; deserve better than that. I realized that when I’m dwelling more on the negatives and can’t even remember any positives, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it’s time to let it go&lt;/span&gt;. Deep down, I think I knew it was time to say goodbye, but I was in denial. I think that’s why it was bothering me so much. That I couldn’t accept the fact that it’s an unhealthy relationship and I needed a break or more realistically speaking--&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;to leave&lt;/span&gt;. I guess you could say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m scared&lt;/span&gt;. Scared of not knowing what’ll become of me now. I have backup plans, I always do… I plan my life down to the hour…but is this right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Is this really what’s best for me?&lt;/span&gt; I guess only time will tell. But for now, I’m going to work on verbally saying goodbye, picking up the pieces of my life, preparing to start over and be committed to walking away. It’s really hard. So weird how it &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;physically hurts&lt;/span&gt;. I hate being depressed, I’m usually not an emo person. I’m usually a really optimistic, driven, and independent individual. But, I guess it’s just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my heart is broken&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;get it together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's 730am and although I wish I could just drop everything and go to my “&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;spots&lt;/span&gt;” so that I could feel better. I can’t. I wish &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;time could stop&lt;/span&gt; right now. But it won’t. So I’m going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;push&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to keep praying. Other than that sadness on my mind, I need some sleep because I’m still sick and CG hell week isn’t helping me. I have 2midterms + 1 test this week [my thurs midterm &amp;amp; friday test I’m prepared for, but my tues midterm I’m only ½ done with my study guide -__- ]. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Do me a favor if you read this blogg and check up on me yah?&lt;/span&gt; I’m kind of worried for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If you know whom I’m referring to, please keep it to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m planning on officially saying my goodbye when I’m ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I hope you are all having better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ps. &lt;/span&gt;The videos from workshops are now posted. N gluck to all the teams that are going through midterms, tests, hell weeks, etc. We are in the same boat homiez. Just keep moving forward and you'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Study sesh @ vdc w/ carl, andy, traceface have commenced again. I'm prolly gonna pull an all-niter for my midterm tomorrow. Feel free to join me/us and be my study buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842293506229865663-6883709339087597758?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6883709339087597758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-heart-died.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6883709339087597758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/6883709339087597758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-heart-died.html' title='My heart died…'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-1119916308014303314</id><published>2009-04-26T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:23:59.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Path Should I Take?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.restassuredediting.com/images/whichpath.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The videos from the CG workshops are now posted enjoy :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.restassuredediting.com/images/whichpath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.restassuredediting.com/images/whichpath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat: &lt;/span&gt;OneRepublic – Say (All I Need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving:&lt;/span&gt; Cloves, Skyline Park, and Midnight Stroll on the Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage: &lt;/span&gt;“Torn— between a desire to improve the world [selfless] and a desire to enjoy the world [selfish]”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The videos from the CG workshops are now posted enjoy :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This upcoming week is going to be a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BITCH &lt;/span&gt;with me being sick, CG hell week, and 2 midterms+1test all jammed together. With that being said, I wished I could be here:&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/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197650_2184515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2655/224/86/1034190068/n1034190068_30197650_2184515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Skyline Park at Sunset til Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…to just clear my head. Something about being at places like this brings a sense of clarity to my life. I think it’s being able to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the beauty of looking 360 degrees around to the thousands of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;city lights&lt;/span&gt; below and taking in the sound, smell, and sight of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ocean&lt;/span&gt;. It calms me and makes me realize that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’m feeling at the moment just feels so miniscule in comparison to all of thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. I also think it’s just breathe-taking, that I can finally just “release,” scream at the top of my lungs if I have to, cry without being scared/ashamed of what others will think or say, and just be “&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.” Hopefully after UB, I get to go to Angel’s Gate Park, Dland for fireworks, take a midnight stroll on the beach, and go to my favorite place in the world—&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Skyline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I effing hate myself right now.&lt;/span&gt;  This phrase has been going through my mind a lot lately. I never thought I’d be at a point in my life where there’s not just two paths in the road, there’s three paths and following those paths are two more paths behind each of them, and to make matters worse, they’re all inter-related. I’m usually a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really self-less person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I’m the “&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice girl that always finishes last&lt;/span&gt;.” The one who works behind the scenes to get shit done, knowing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; that there will only be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;handful of people&lt;/span&gt; who truly notice and appreciate what I do and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not to expect &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; in return. Normally, I’d put my team, my friends, my family, anything and everything before myself, regardless of how shitty and how depressed/angry/[insert emotion here] I’m feeling. But, I feel like it’s gotten to that point where &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to worry about me&lt;/span&gt;. I’m so concerned about making things work for everyone else, but deep down &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;am I really happy&lt;/span&gt;? I found myself in a state of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;déjàvu&lt;/span&gt; contemplating these questions again [I was in this same position around the same time last year]. I hate being torn and feeling the pressure of making a decision that not only affects me, but also those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Path1-3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance.&lt;/span&gt; I hate when you’re doing something that you love, but it doesn’t feel “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;.” I love dancing—ballet, jazz, lyrical, contemporary, hip hop, etc. Dance has always been a big part of my life growing up. I'm not an amazing dancer. But to me,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's not about how well you dance, it's about how you feel when your dancing&lt;/span&gt;. It’s always been one of my loves and passions that I even made it a personal goal/promise to open up a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dance studio&lt;/span&gt; after Grad School. However, for now, I don’t know if I’m really happy where I am. I know that next year will be my last competing year, afterward if I choose to continue dancing it would only be with exhibition teams and maybe a couple projects here and there. With CG’s season coming to an end after BODYROCK, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t know where I stand&lt;/span&gt;. I used to stress about it early on in the season because I tend to plan my life [present &amp;amp; future] down to the hour and it was one of those situations that I didn’t have a solution for.  Do I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; when my Oldie class leaves [I’m the youngest oldie and it would be a good way to end the season w/ BODYROCK]? Do I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; stay&lt;/span&gt; and fulfill my 4 years on CG as a dancer and director? If I do stay, am I staying because people &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;don’t want me to leave&lt;/span&gt; because they need me [as a leader and dancer], or am I staying because&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I want to be there&lt;/span&gt;? Am I even &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; anymore [am I growing as a dancer, is it worth my time, what am I getting out of it]? If I stay, will I be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; a whole year [knowing that it’ll be a whole new team, my oldie class won’t be there with me, and that it’s my senior year]? If I stay, will I be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; things [will I be able to make things back to how they were 3 years ago]? If I don’t stay, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;where will I go&lt;/span&gt;? Will I be able to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it in&lt;/span&gt; there [family wise, dancing wise, etc] if I do chose to leave? So many effing thoughts and questions have been running through my head and they all demand answers before the end of UB. I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;one week&lt;/span&gt; to get my shit together and pick a path and commit to it. I’m the type of person that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; goes back on their word. If I tell you I’m going to do something, I’ll do it. I’m a workaholic and overachiever, so if I say I’m staying, I’m staying and going to be 110% “about it” supporting that shit [being involved, working hard as a dancer/director, etc] til the next year. I just hope that whatever path I choose, people &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand and respect&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Path4-5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Summer.&lt;/span&gt; I hate when one decision affects a series of other choices afterwards. This summer, I’m unfortunately &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; doing CG’s Summer Squad [missing out yet again on fun performances like Anime Expo, Fashion Shows, &amp;amp; Charity Showcases] because I’m supposed to take &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GMAT classes&lt;/span&gt;, go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;bartending school&lt;/span&gt; [become a certified bartender], and be one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;managers for CAMP GROUND&lt;/span&gt; [CG’s Summer Dance Intensive Program] running the camp and handling the finances [Mon-Thurs].  However, there have also been 2 opportunities that are pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tempting&lt;/span&gt; and could render really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;promising &lt;/span&gt;results if I commit to them, but they require me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;drop&lt;/span&gt; all prior obligations and commitments that I have planned or already made. So&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don’t know where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here either. Can I afford to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;drop&lt;/span&gt; all prior arrangements? Will I be able to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; make it far&lt;/span&gt; if I pick the opportunities that may possibly render fame&amp;amp;fortune? Why am I doing any of this anyways? I just hope that whatever path I choose, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;make the best of it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r223/awrad/MiSsinG-U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 218px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r223/awrad/MiSsinG-U.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn. I usually tend to “&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;begin with the end in mind&lt;/span&gt;,” yet with these paths, I can’t really see how things will play out if I choose one path over the other path.  I’ve been praying for discernment and clarity. I hope the decision I make is the right one. I talked to my good friend &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ramy&lt;/span&gt; [“your back, I has it”] over the phone about this shit. He helped me see things clearly, gave his recommendation on what I should do with my life, and what would be best for me. Thanks for always being there for me, listening to me, I hella appreciate it fool :] But, I’m also still kind of waiting it out. I don’t know if my feelings on this matter will fluctuate like how they did in the past. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess only time will tell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My final words on this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just want to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. Being happy to me means being &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt;, being successful to me means &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;making a difference&lt;/span&gt;. However, distinguishing whether or not I want to make a difference by being &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;selfless&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; selfish&lt;/span&gt; is the final question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sorry this post wasn't so positive :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But I appreciate you listening/reading whats been on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kimmiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CG workshops were fun. Thanks to those of you that taught [Andrew, Rob&amp;amp;Neil, Addie, BAM]. Thanks for those of you that came to support [CG/UG/BMOD]. However, the fundraiser was really unsuccessful so we will be discontinuing our workshops. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WHOMP WHOMPZ&lt;/span&gt; :[ I'll post the videos as soon as they are up. Also, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; jas, kuya kj, n jean for making my night a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlELgOivnKI&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/zlELgOivnKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew's 1st Class :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qRPq6FUZ-vo&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/qRPq6FUZ-vo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Rob &amp;amp; Neil's Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlFLGW7JqnI&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/YlFLGW7JqnI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Addie's Class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofp2tOsDJ5k&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/ofp2tOsDJ5k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BAM's Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ps2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After UB. I'm in dire need of some chill time before my b'day. Let's make some plans. If you're into scenic spots, i'll take you to all my "spots." We can just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kick rockz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and engage in deep talks about life/vent.&lt;/span&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/3842293506229865663-1119916308014303314?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1119916308014303314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/04/which-path-should-i-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/1119916308014303314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/1119916308014303314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/04/which-path-should-i-take.html' title='Which Path Should I Take?'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-4401699699096150464</id><published>2009-04-23T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:08:52.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/31/45344492_8e86dc76fe.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 297px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/31/45344492_8e86dc76fe.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Current Sickness Remedies: Drugs, Ramen, OJ, &amp;amp; Musiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Adele - Chasing Pavements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyReading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Monkey and the Fish by Dave Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;”::kawawa face:: I hate being sick. Someone bring me soup &amp;amp; keep me company!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SystemFail. &lt;/span&gt;Gah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m sick&lt;/span&gt;. I started to feel the effects of sleep deprivation and stress after Fusion, but didn’t think it would affect me so much. Darn. I guess I owe it to my body to rest for pushing so hard last week, I just hope that I can get better before our hell week for UB. I’ve been so weak lately, sleeping a lot, bed-ridden, missing classes, etc. I couldn’t even stay up to study for my midterm [I was the annoying girl in class that coughed &amp;amp; blew her nose every 5 mins. I also, didn’t do so well on my midterm. gahh if only I had enough energy/strength to stay up and study]. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo moment:&lt;/span&gt; This is the time I wish I had someone to take care of me. Someone to bring me soup &amp;amp; keep me company while I’m helplessly sick. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnMyMind.&lt;/span&gt; summary of the crazyness going on in my head as I'm sick &amp;amp; confined to this bed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CGWorkshops. &lt;/span&gt;Addie &amp;amp; I started collabo-ing for our class this Saturday. It’s been good times. One word for our piece:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;IGGNANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I honestly picture my Sheroes ladies saying “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Iggz&lt;/span&gt;” when they see it LOL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;UROP/SURP.&lt;/span&gt; My proposal is due on Monday and I’m trying to pull an all-nighter to get it done ASAP. Hope I get approved for $3000 =D. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Midterms. &lt;/span&gt;FML. I have two midterms and a test [week 5] next week during UB hell week. Even though I’m sick, I’m trying to study session early. So this Friday &amp;amp; Saturday are going to be devoted to me resting and studying [especially since someone couldn’t hang out with me anymore =P]. Anyways, if I study by myself, I tend to get really lazy and have A.D.D. It really helps me stay focused if someone else is there with me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Want to be my study buddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m down to drive wherevz [I don’t sleep til 6am, I’m nocturnal] and I can &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;cook&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; make us &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; =D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SlowDown.&lt;/span&gt; Is it me? Or has 2009 gone by so fast? A quarter of the year is almost gone, my kuya’s b’day is coming up, CG’s season is almost over, and I’m turning 21. WTF. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Can life just do me a favor and just slow down so I can appreciate it. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;BAGWSH.&lt;/span&gt; Keone&amp;amp;Mari’s Proj was amazing. Every freaking time I watch the couple’s piece I’m in awe and think to myself damn one day I want to share that same happiness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Another Emo moment:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wish I had a boyfriend that danced. So that if we did a couples piece there would be genuinely real chemistry there, not some staged chemistry. I want people to feel it, kind of like how I felt it being portrayed through their project. One day...one day... lol. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Weather. &lt;/span&gt;Someone tell me what the eff is going on with the weather? I swear this week we were in the high 90s, then it dropped to low 70s. It better snow next week so I can go snowboarding =D It’ll help balance things out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;KickinRockz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For the past 2 months, I haven’t really chilled. I’ve been craving Disneyland [dole whip, fireworks, &amp;amp; churros], Seaside [donut holes &amp;amp; ham&amp;amp;chs croissants], Angel’s Gate Park [view is breathtaking], Movies [I want to watch Coraline in 3-D, Fast &amp;amp; the Furious, Observe &amp;amp; Report, X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, Angels &amp;amp; Demons, &amp;amp; Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian], Gambling, Snowboarding, and Fishing/Karaoke Nights. Hopefully after UB, I should have time to chill before my B’day &amp;amp; BodyRock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Excuse my randomness for this blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hope you are all having better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When I get better let's chill yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; kimmiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;FUCKIN ANDY hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We [andy, traceface, and I] are at VDC for a study sesh and we just watched CG's Fusion Performance [taken by thatsfresh.com] over and over, laughing at everyones cracked out facials, everyones fuck-ups, wardrobe malfunctions, dirrtty ass transitions and pieces, and slow-moing &amp;amp; rewinding it over and over again on our favorite people while adding sound effects. Oh good times =D ~2am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ps2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh Em Gee hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We took a break to look at the pictures Marc sent us from Fusion from the photographer [Eric Kim] and how hilarious were those 140 pictures!! I was praying that there weren't gonna be any revealing/awkward/ugly shots. Some of them were dope, most of em were UGLY as hell, a few hella awkward [coochy shots, awkward stills, etc], and a couple of em are my favorites [ie. Andy in intro, BK's face in poppin, end of closer, etc]. After laughing &amp;amp; coughing so hard, we all agreed that the photographer did the job of capturing our VEGAS set. Hopefully this helps CG tone down their cracked out facials and keep us smiling through this next hell week. =D ~330am&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/3842293506229865663-4401699699096150464?l=ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/feeds/4401699699096150464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/04/down-with-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/4401699699096150464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842293506229865663/posts/default/4401699699096150464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshizzitzkim.blogspot.com/2009/04/down-with-sickness.html' title='Down with the Sickness'/><author><name>Kimmiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231626428124453084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SoqW6tFhRFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5UrcDzM0gMA/s1600-R/4490_1100134736953_1034190068_30256837_2870506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842293506229865663.post-4598898019067487676</id><published>2009-04-20T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:29:32.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CG you KNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;UPDATE &lt;/span&gt;**Some pictures [taken by eric kim] have been uploaded to my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/ohshizzitzkim"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?id=1034190068&amp;amp;pid=30223220#/album.php?aid=2012904&amp;amp;id=1034190068&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;fbook&lt;/a&gt;, the video will be posted after UB, and I will continue to update this as the week progresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SezcsvIiNSI/AAAAAAAAACA/uTzR66AbStY/s1600-h/cguknow%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EY_xpTq2vvk/SezcsvIiNSI/AAAAAAAAACA/uTzR66AbStY/s400/cguknow%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875120397071650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fusion X: Creative Rebellion 3rd place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OnRepeat: &lt;/span&gt;Sam Sparro - Black and Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CurrentlyCraving: &lt;/span&gt;watching CG’s performance @ Fusion [someone post that shit already], dancing @ CG Practice [I wanna see you beezy’s already], and eating @ BC or KBBQ tomorrow after 7pm [CG u betches better go].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TheMessage: &lt;/span&gt;“That’s what I’m talking about mang!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;**Some pictures have been uploaded to my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/ohshizzitzkim"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?id=1034190068&amp;amp;pid=30223220#/album.php?aid=2012904&amp;amp;id=1034190068&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;fbook&lt;/a&gt;, the video will be posted after UB, and I will continue to update this as the week progresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FUSION X.&lt;/span&gt; After practicing til 3-6am every day since last Wednesday, to dropping 5 bills on this set, to getting 56 hours of no sleep, to crying before Waysgoose, and getting 3 hours of sleep Fusion Day, it freaking paid off. “&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That’s what I’m talking about mang&lt;/span&gt;.” I’m so effing proud and happy of every single dancer on my team. CG has NEVER placed at Fusion. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; we got 3rd place!&lt;/span&gt; [Congrats to Cookies for 1st, DC for 2nd place, n BMOD n PAC they were sick]. As I previously blogged, this set is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OURS&lt;/span&gt;, this set is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;, and this set is fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt;. We just gotta &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;believe it, be about it, and dance for each other&lt;/span&gt;. I’m so glad that we didn’t think about placing, that everyone just had fun and danced for each other on stage, and that we showed everyone what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;COMMON GROUND&lt;/span&gt; was about. It’s been 3 years since we last placed and I missed that feeling. The feeling of walking off stage and knowing &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;we put on a good show&lt;/span&gt;. The feeling of &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;dancing for each other and not caring about placing&lt;/span&gt;. The feeling of knowing that these 6 minutes and 13 seconds on stage are going to be amazing, to not hold back, to just perform and have fun, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;believe in our set and what CG represents&lt;/span&gt;. And lastly, the epitome of being genuinely happy as we hold the check and trophy and smile knowing that collectively this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WIN&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WELL DESERVED&lt;/span&gt; and it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OURS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12tmf_dHstk&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/12tmf_dHstk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FUSION X:Creative Rebellion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Awards. &lt;/span&gt;2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs005.snc1/2809_733594748141_6016357_42183127_5546636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs005.snc1/2809_733594748141_6016357_42183127_5546636_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CADCG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OC AREA&lt;/span&gt;.zot.zot.zot.&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://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/3061_733624219081_6014551_42184249_7407046_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 260px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/3061_733624219081_6014551_42184249_7407046_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CG Directors &amp;amp; Founders&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009&lt;/span&gt;.CGuKNoW!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.tinypic.com/1z23vo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 259px;" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1z23vo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A few pictures from Fusion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009&lt;/span&gt;.Intro Intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3150_1086434554457_1034190068_30223224_6766063_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 253px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3150_1086434554457_1034190068_30223224_6766063_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A few pictures from Fusion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2008-2009&lt;/span&gt;.I always thought this picture looked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3150_1086436594508_1034190068_30223235_5143556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 260px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3150_1086436594508_1034190068_30223235_5143556_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Set&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Fusion X&lt;/span&gt;.I'm Flying BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3150_1086437194523_1034190068_30223250_4899836_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 262px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3150_1086437194523_1034190068_30223250_4899836_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vegas Set&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Fusion X&lt;/span&gt;.Oh PCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3150_1086437314526_1034190068_30223253
