<?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-5561483541253182784</id><updated>2011-09-28T20:47:24.836-04:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Serious'/><category term='Korean Stars'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Conversations'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='30 day challenge'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Old times'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Volunteering'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Blog of a Dreamy Lazy Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5258810391511652628</id><published>2011-03-12T15:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:17:32.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>So Scared.</title><content type='html'>I just took my SATs for the second time and I think I did really bad. The critical reading was so hard D: compared to the time I took it in December. Math and writing were okay but I don't think I did better. I'm so scared that I did worse which is just horrible. I'm so nervous and scared. Sighs. I wished I practiced more sighs. I'm so scaredd right now. But the scores come out about 18 days later I guess. Sighs. I need to forget about it right now so I don't annoy myself thinking about it so much. D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I didn't do that bad. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5258810391511652628?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5258810391511652628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5258810391511652628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5258810391511652628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5258810391511652628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-scared.html' title='So Scared.'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7795248193727688242</id><published>2011-01-13T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:41:59.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>So Tired. D:</title><content type='html'>I'm really sick of studying for ap chem so I decided to come here and rant about it. I feel like no matter how hard I study this topic I still get confused once I see a question. :X I really want to do well on the "re-test" so my test average can go up. I'm so tired but yet I can't stop since studying really helps out my grade. (DUH!) I really have no idea what I'm saying anymore since its pretty late and I plan to get up at 5:30 to continue this. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7795248193727688242?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7795248193727688242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7795248193727688242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-tired-d.html' title='So Tired. D:'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1099359114654991141</id><published>2010-12-28T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:05:30.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>2010 is coming to an end in three days. This pretty much sums up my year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My First 97+ average. SATs for the first time. Sleeping pass 11 on a school day. Having a snowball fight. Having a water balloon fight. Camwhoring. Fridays. Dealing with little kids. A blizzard. Late night phone calls. Getting texting. Prep. Sitting in the park and talking. All those tears. PMS. Stress from junior year. Making brownies for the first time. Being 16. Eating ALOT. My first picnic. Going ice skating for the first time. Wearing cardigans. Putting grades before anything else. Getting into painting my nails. Six Flags. Secret Santa. Beach. Library. SAT Books lying all around my house. Loving AP Chem and Chemistry. Getting a 95 on my Chem regents. 196 on PSATs. Dramas. Movies. Karaoke. Pushing the huge snowball. Horror Movies. Bubble Tea. Sushi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was filled with ups and downs and I'm sad to see this year end. But I made lots of memories this year that I'll never forget. 2011 I'm ready for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1099359114654991141?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1099359114654991141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1099359114654991141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1099359114654991141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1099359114654991141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7925961542862544506</id><published>2010-12-20T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:57:25.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Freaking Out AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>lalala, My SATS are done with and break is here in three days so yay! But But SAT scores come out tomorrow, so I'm freaking out all over again. I got a 196/240 on my PSAT which was wayy better than I expected but I still have no clue about the SATs. I really hope that I do good. I really need to clam down but I really can't knowing that grades come out in less than 6 hours. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7925961542862544506?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7925961542862544506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=7925961542862544506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7925961542862544506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7925961542862544506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/12/freaking-out-again.html' title='Freaking Out AGAIN!'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5127589112964172504</id><published>2010-12-02T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:00:41.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>I think I'm screwed</title><content type='html'>SATs are on Saturday. I went to prep over the summer and I considered myself prepared for the exam but now I'm not so sure. I just took a practice exam and I got a 1740 out of 2400. That is the lowest I've ever gotten considering in the summer I got in the high 1800s. I'm scared. I really want to get above 2000 but I highly doubt it so I'm really going to study my butt off for the one in March. Sighs, I'm really scared that I am going to get that low. That would mean that this whole summer went to waste after I stopped studying for a while. I just hope that it was because I took the practice test online late at night since I'm having a hard time concentrating. Well there is no going back now. Even if I'm not ready I better make sure that I am. I'm not going to worry about it, there is always a second chance. I'll just do my best and hope that my best is good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5127589112964172504?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5127589112964172504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5127589112964172504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5127589112964172504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5127589112964172504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-im-screwed.html' title='I think I&apos;m screwed'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-3234256200659479443</id><published>2010-11-29T19:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:08:40.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Physics Lab</title><content type='html'>I don't mind giving people my labs and stuff if they need it but sometimes I feel like they don't even brother to do the lab and they just use mine with some changed information and stuff. It really bugs me because I worked hard on that lab and they don't brother to do it and they just use it. I mean I guess in a way its my fault since I'm the one who gives them it but at times I feel like since they've helped me out with other stuff they should get it or if their my lab partners then they should get it but otherwise I really think that you guys should do your own lab. Lab really isn't that hard and it was just putting a chart on it, it's really not that hard for you make a chart you just plug in your own information. Sighs, I normally don't really get annoyed but for some reason today I just am. Bleh I think its due to stress since I'm taking my SATs on Saturday. haha I hope I do okay. :) I realized reading this again my grammar is terrible LOL There were so many mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-3234256200659479443?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3234256200659479443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=3234256200659479443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3234256200659479443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3234256200659479443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/11/physics-lab.html' title='Physics Lab'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-2179705615265640285</id><published>2010-11-12T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:18:08.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY DEPRESSING POSTS LOL</title><content type='html'>I have way too many depressing posts here LOL Heres a happy one. I'm going to my school's Career Day tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it since I had a lot of fun last year. Why do I have nothing to say LOL maybe because its almost 11 and I have to get up at 6:15 tomorrow LOL what fun! I'll finish this post tomorrow LOL :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally going to change it LOL I write LOLs too much. So I went for my club YEA and our alumni shared a room with a surgeon. My alumni was actually a young medical student working for both her MD and PhD. We had to get there super early, and they passed out name tags and stuff and my room had a total of 6 hosts (3 host per alumni.) Before people actually began to come in we were playing this game called Bloon Tower on the smart board LOL We were way too hyped about. But later the alumni came in and so did the students. I actually learned a lot this year about being a medical student and enjoying college and everything. It was very interesting how they paired it up in a way we had two points of view. The older alumni didn't always want to be a doctor he wanted to major in art and everything until a teacher pushed him toward medical school and he loved it. My alumni on the other hand has always wanted to be in medical student and she's always worked hard for it and graduated from Columbia. It was really good hearing about all her experiences since she made it sound so easy, graduating from my school 3rd in her class getting a 1460/1600 on her SATs. I really enjoyed career day this year compared to last year even though last year was fun too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-2179705615265640285?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2179705615265640285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=2179705615265640285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2179705615265640285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2179705615265640285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-do-i-have-so-many-depressing-posts.html' title='WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY DEPRESSING POSTS LOL'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5748108384651550851</id><published>2010-11-12T22:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:29:57.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>K.F</title><content type='html'>My first ever best friend and in a sense my last best friend. We met in kindergarten during lunch when we simply sat next to each other and soon we became best friends. We were both two of the three girls to make it into the top class of my elementary school. I remembered your phone number by heart and you knew mine by heart. When you were sick I would always bring the homework to you and people thought that we were sisters. We went to school together and we went to prep together too. We did pretty much everything together it was like we were prefect but truthfully we weren't. Our friendship had tons of flaws that neither of us realized back then. Eventually it was like we weren't as close as we use to be like we were slowly drifting apart from each other but we were still in the same class but we got into different j.h.s classes. The last time I we actually hung out was 6th grade. We don't call each other we don't even talk anymore. I never noticed how different it is now until I think back to the days when we use to hang out and just play. We made up stories from boredom, we wrote books about talking dogs named Cooper and I forgot the male dogs name. We were student of month at the same time. We played neopets we got each other presents we went slided down my slide we played hide and seek together. Honestly I don't call anyone my best friend because of you. Its not like my friendship with one wasn't better than ours at times it is. But when I think of best friend I think of our friendship and how we are like complete strangers. I don't want that to happen to my current friendships. Even if we don't talk anymore whenever someone mentions best friend I think about what our friendship was like and I smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5748108384651550851?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5748108384651550851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5748108384651550851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/11/kf.html' title='K.F'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5477616899920700051</id><published>2010-10-23T15:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:07:44.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little sad maybe because tomorrow is my last day my Chinese school teacher will be here. I felt this way, way back when I found out that my first ever Chinese school teacher won't be my teacher anymore. But the teacher I had in the middle, when I found out she was leaving I wasn't that upset but now I am when I found out my third teacher is leaving. She wasn't my teacher for that long maybe 5 or so weeks. But she was similar to my first teacher. I felt like I was actually able to learn from them because their strict and they know how to teach and watch over us. With my second teacher she was nice but I felt like she couldn't control the students so therefore the students would act out and we would be too distracted to learn. I really don't a new teacher because most of them don't have enough experience yet so I find it hard to learn from them. My third teacher is also leaving my Chinese school for good so I wouldn't even see her around. I'm going to miss her. Now I don't even know if I should continue and renew my membership for chinese school in April when my membership expires. Well I'll learn to adapt and hopefully the new teacher can actually teach and I'll enjoy Chinese school like I do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5477616899920700051?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5477616899920700051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5477616899920700051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5477616899920700051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5477616899920700051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/10/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7672516115941128573</id><published>2010-10-18T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:10:20.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>I want to give up</title><content type='html'>There are times when I just want to let go. I want to just throw my books aside and just sleep early. I just want to throw my homework aside and not do it at all and not care what the teachers would say. I want to throw my books on my desk and just sit here on the internet watching my CSI all day long. I just want to not care anymore, I want to throw everything aside and just wing everything as I go along. I want to not study anymore and just do whatever I want whenever I want. But I can't, I care too much. I want the 100s I want the 2400s I want the 5s I want the 800s. I can't let go of the thing that controls my future. I can't just throw my future away just because I'm too tired or I'm too frustrated to deal with it. I just want to know that in the end it'll all pay off that everything will fall into place that I will achieve my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7672516115941128573?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7672516115941128573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7672516115941128573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-to-give-up.html' title='I want to give up'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5947485757148476214</id><published>2010-09-24T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:49:45.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't help but to think that you're pissed off at me. But the thing is you're not telling me what your mad it, but its so obvious you're annoyed at piss off and I feel like it's my fault too. You're not sounding like the way you are normally, and the thing is I've seen you annoyed at others but you usually tend to rant. Which adds to the fact that I know your pissed at me, but you're not telling me. I wish you would just tell me why your mad at me. I like it that way because then I can make things right again. Instead I feel like you're just giving me a hard time and you don't really want to talk to me but you're talking to me because I'm talking to you. Its really giving me a hard time, but honestly I do hope that you feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5947485757148476214?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5947485757148476214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5947485757148476214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-help-but-to-think-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-593633182696926887</id><published>2010-09-15T20:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:13:00.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I wonder</title><content type='html'>What would've happen if I didn't go looking for you that friday when I saw you in front of applebees. Would we still be talking like we are now, will everything that have happened happen? What if I really didn't brother going looking for you, how would everything have turned out. Would we even have met each other and how would that encounter actually be. If I didn't act the way that I did how would everything have turned out. Would we have talked instead of waiting a year, because of a mistake I made. But if we actually talked then would we have been as close as we are now. We use to talk everyday like we do now, but why is it different now compared to then. I feel like I'm more able to open up about myself now then I was then. But I like the way it is now. I like how I was able to take a chance and to give it my all unlike last time. Because its been more than a year, we didn't talk for so long because of one day. I want to make up for it because I wasn't able to take a chance even though I was given the chance many time. I don't regret anything though because we're close now and thats all that matters at the moment to me. Thank you for being there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-593633182696926887?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/593633182696926887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/593633182696926887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='Sometimes I wonder'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1756903332739370453</id><published>2010-09-10T21:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:02:13.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Junior Year!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been ignoring this blog for a while mostly because I don't really have anything to talk about since I've been lazying around doing nothing LOL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junior Year started for me two days ago, I'm not looking foward to it but I hope I come out a smarter person LOL This is my program, most people didn't like theirs very much but I'm okay with mine actually LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period 2-English. It seems okay but online they say that my teacher is kind of hard and plays favorites but I hope I'll be okay since my freshmen teacher played favorites too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period 3-Calculus. I think I'm going to get tons of homework and apparently my teacher gives super hard tests, but I was in trig honors last year so I think I'm able to handle it LOL Calculus bring it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period 4-Lunch! AGAINNNNNNN ;D LOL 3 years and counting :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period 5-AP American: I hope I can survive. My teacher loves voc. and research papers. History wasn't always my strong point so I hope I'll do okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period 6&amp;amp;7-AP Chemistry: My teacher is super nice but I've heard ap chem is nothing like chem so I hope I'll do okay. I need to brush up on my chem though since I forgot a lot of stuff LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period 8-Physics: Two classes in one room O_O" WERID! My teacher seems okay I hope I'll do okay since most people say that physics is easier than chem. But I love chem so idks. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period 9-Gym/Lab (I haven't had either yet so I'm not sure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already got homework on first day, this never happened before but thats junior year for you. I hope I'll do okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1756903332739370453?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1756903332739370453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1756903332739370453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1756903332739370453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1756903332739370453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/09/junior-year.html' title='Junior Year!'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8706421213376112554</id><published>2010-08-31T23:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:10:21.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>John Lok&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know you very well and I did admit that at times I found you a bit annoying because you cared so much about your grade. But I do wish I knew you better. I remember how once we were stretching and I was complaining that I couldn't touch my toes and you said it was because my legs were long. You were a nice person who I remember would always participate in class. Everyone knew that you were smart since you knew the things that nobody else knew. You were in my health group and we had to work together. I honestly wished that I did try to get to know you better. You will be missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8706421213376112554?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8706421213376112554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8706421213376112554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/08/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5272817825980569184</id><published>2010-08-19T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:42:28.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Car Rides</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in so long mostly because I have very planned out days. Everyday is similar to the one before. I tend to rant a lot more now, since I find that writing out my feelings make me feel better hence the posts with the no comment option. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love long car/bus rides. They are really calming. I prefer to be in my own world with my music during them. I mean I don't mind being around my friends and family but I tend to drift off into my own world. I begin to make up stories and I begin to think back to the things I've done and what I could've done. Long car/bus rides give me the chance to reflect on myself. They are so calming. I usually tend to make up stories and I find them so calming and relaxing. If the scenery is mostly trees I like it even more. I know I'm a weirdo LOL  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5272817825980569184?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5272817825980569184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5272817825980569184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5272817825980569184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5272817825980569184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-car-rides.html' title='Long Car Rides'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-821797573776265149</id><published>2010-08-04T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:37:09.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>I'm Scared</title><content type='html'>I'm scared that one day you're going to stop im-ing me. That one day you'll lose interest in talking to me. That one day we'll run out of things to talk. That one day you'll get bored of me. That one day we'll no longer hang out together. That one day there would no longer be hour long conversations on the phone. That one day we can't even be friends anymore. I'm really scared for that day because its happened before and there's a chance that it can happen again. Last time it happened, I felt like it was my fault, because I didn't brother to do anything about it, it was as if I didn't care in a way. But I do care about this and this time I'm going to do things differently. I want to keep this going and I'm not going to easily back out this time like I did last time. I want you to know that I actually care. Last time I acted different than I normally would, but this time I'm different. I'm being myself because faking it didn't get us anywhere. But I'm going to give it my all this time since I want it to last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-821797573776265149?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/821797573776265149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/821797573776265149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m Scared'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8093779683827254554</id><published>2010-07-30T23:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:06:22.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><title type='text'>Who are we to judge?</title><content type='html'>So, most of this summer I've been spending my time volunteer the days are usually the same. Until yesterday, I went to the main office to get pencils but the person who was suppose to give me them wasn't there yet. There were two girls that go to my school standing outside lets call them A and B. A guy walks out of the office (he ends up being in the same class as me) and he starts walking off to his class. A says "Room 202 is that way" So he turns and says thanks before walking away. A then begins to say to B, "Wow, I wonder if he is even fit for the job, I mean look at his hair and stuff." B replies by saying "Yea, there was this girl who had dyed hair and everything. It is inappropriate for work here." A continues to say "I mean they had an interview and stuff, I mean how did he even get thru." And B goes and says "Yea, so I guess he can't be super bad right?" And then A goes and says "I guess, I mean is he even in high school?" &lt;div&gt;I was standing there the whole time thinking who are you to judge him or her. You've never seen the way they work, so what if they have dyed hair or a different hairstyle. That doesn't mean they can't be good to children. Its who they are, our hair doesn't define us. So what if they care about the way their hair looks, it shouldn't matter. What really matters is how well they look after the kids. We don't have a right to judge them because we don't even know who they are. That just got me really annoyed and stuff. X_X"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8093779683827254554?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8093779683827254554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8093779683827254554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-are-we-to-judge.html' title='Who are we to judge?'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4406968617212631105</id><published>2010-07-07T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:07:35.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><title type='text'>Prep&amp;Volunteering</title><content type='html'>For once I actually enjoy going to SAT Prep. Its suppose to be 3 hours long but honestly it seems so much shorter than that. Time just flies by when I'm there. I actually look forward to going to prep everyday, mainly because there is AC and I feel like I'm actually learning stuff. I really want to do good on my SATs. I honestly hope that prep is helping me. The homeworks don't take as long as I expected them too surprisingly. I use to spend a lot of time on them especially math homework for the SHSATs and back then I had my dad's help too. Now I can finish it in less than an hour without my dad's help. I think its pretty amazing. Even though people dread going to prep, I honestly enjoy it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volunteer on the other hand isn't as fun. I'm volunteer this year at an elementary school and I find that I don't like it. I don't know why because the kids are really nice so are the people working there. I think that the reason I don't like it is because its so confusing. For example I went to pick up my schedule yesterday. Nobody knew where I was suppose to go and their just like okay stay and work at this classroom for a while. I did that and it was all fine. Then when I left I finally found out where I was suppose to go to sign in and stuff. And the boss guy was just like come back tomorrow. I was like what time? He was like the time you are assigned too. I told him that I never got my schedule and he was like ...come back tomorrow. So I need to go back today AGAIN. But this time I'm not going to work I'm just going directly to the office to get my schedule and get it over with. Because I don't even think they took down the times I worked yesterday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4406968617212631105?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4406968617212631105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4406968617212631105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4406968617212631105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4406968617212631105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/07/prep.html' title='Prep&amp;Volunteering'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-3243718744293263098</id><published>2010-06-26T16:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:56:39.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Sophomore Year I'll Miss You</title><content type='html'>Sophomore Year was an unique one. It was surprisingly less stressful than freshmen year. I'll miss listening to my teacher go on and on in global class. I'll miss reading the global textbook.(NOT!) I'll miss studying 6 hours for my trig exams. I'll miss hoping with all my heart that I pass with a 65 on my trig exams. I'll miss being super happy when I find out I pass my trig exams. I'll miss fourth period lunch. Jennifer, Rina, Nancy and I had the most weirdest and most funniest conversations in that class. I'll miss you TD. I'll miss hearing the girl next to me say "I want bubble tea" I'll miss drawing those drawings. I'll miss you dearly chem class. You were my best class, I'll def. miss being upset when I get a 90 because I'm such a huge nerd. Health oh Health, You've scared me so much. I def. learned a lot from health and I'll def. not make stupid mistakes in the future. I'll miss Eva asking me whats for lunch. Spanish class, I'll miss you a huge amount. I'll miss talking to ML and JR. They pretty much made spanish class fun for me. I've learned a lot from them and they never fail to make me laugh. English class was fun. I'll miss talking to Amy and Marina and many others in this class. Honestly I wouldn't change anything about this year. It was amazing as it was. I know Junior year will be way harder, but I think I'm ready. After honors trig, I think I can take on the world. LOL :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-3243718744293263098?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3243718744293263098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=3243718744293263098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3243718744293263098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3243718744293263098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/06/sophomore-year-ill-miss-you.html' title='Sophomore Year I&apos;ll Miss You'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-986829291940075552</id><published>2010-06-23T17:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:37:50.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Summer is Here</title><content type='html'>I'm done with all my regents, and its almost the last day of school. So far I know that I got a 95 on my global and a 95 of my chem. regents. So I'm happy but I'm so scared of my math and spanish grade. Ughs, too bad I have to wait until Friday for my grades. -sad face- Time for my usual what I'm planning to do this summer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer To Do List&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Get at least 60 hours of volunteer hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Study US History and AP Chem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Read at least 15 books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Watch 3 new dramas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Watch 3 new movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Clean out my old junk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Prepare for the SATs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Relax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Workout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Get ready for Junior year :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-986829291940075552?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/986829291940075552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=986829291940075552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/986829291940075552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/986829291940075552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer is Here'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8094552182796960172</id><published>2010-06-03T19:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:07:56.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Today, I found out that this guy in my health class is sick. He is in the hospital and most likely won't be returning to school. I didn't know him that well. He was in my drug project group and I know that he knew most of the answers in class. A lot of people sorta found him annoying because he knew so much and sorta went on and on about certain topics. I remember once, when I sorta got annoyed at him, because he got a 88 on a test and I got the same thing. So he says to me "...wow, you got the same thing as me." as if its surprising that I got the same thing as him. I had a feeling that he thought I wasn't very smart, since during the drug project I seemed kind of slow. But today when I found out that he was sick, I suddenly felt really bad that I once felt that way about him. I mean I find certain people annoying and don't want them in my classes but I don't ever wish they got some serious illness. I mean I hope that we all grow up healthy, I just don't want them in my classes at times. So all through class I felt really bad about it. I realize that we should appreciate people more, and not take them for granted. I mean its human nature to dislike people, and I admit I've dislike people before. But I never wish for anything bad for them. Although at times I can't help but think it, but I feel so bad afterwards. Luckily nothing has happen to those people, but when it does happen it really makes you rethink life and the hate we have in us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8094552182796960172?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8094552182796960172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8094552182796960172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4404175447209507647</id><published>2010-05-31T18:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:57:28.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Tried</title><content type='html'>I'm super tired, I'm not going to end up finish my 30 day challenge since its just too hard. June is in one day, I'm not ready for June, I'm not ready for extreme amounts of testing, and I'm not ready for sophomore year to end. I want sophomore year to continue, but I want summer already. Yet I don't want to Junior year to come. My birthday is in 7 days, I'm not ready for turn 16 yet, but I'm excited for it. Sighs, so much to do and so little time to do it. X___X"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4404175447209507647?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4404175447209507647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4404175447209507647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4404175447209507647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4404175447209507647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/tried.html' title='Tried'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-2673851264176445570</id><published>2010-05-23T11:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:58:30.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>17,18,19,20,21,22,23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL I suck so much XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/S_lPD4W9ihI/AAAAAAAAACI/r_4rWPXpxFo/s1600/Picture+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/S_lPD4W9ihI/AAAAAAAAACI/r_4rWPXpxFo/s320/Picture+23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474493750132443666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="242"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTpFpdSsUJw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/UTpFpdSsUJw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="242"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 19 — A talent of yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can talk really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 20 — A hobby of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I enjoy painting my nails :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 21 — A recipe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/best-brownies/detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://allrecipes.com/recipe/best-brownies/detail.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;^The recipe I wanted to use to make brownies. Okay, no I couldn't find the one I wanted to use so here is another one. :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 22 — A website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;^Place I go to, when I have questions. :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 23 — A YouTube video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="242"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ua4EESKuCAs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/Ua4EESKuCAs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="242"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;^she is super talented and I love her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-2673851264176445570?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2673851264176445570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/S_lPD4W9ihI/AAAAAAAAACI/r_4rWPXpxFo/s72-c/Picture+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-6215806558606428011</id><published>2010-05-16T18:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:22:41.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 15,16</title><content type='html'>Day 15-A fanfic.&lt;div&gt;I don't read fanfics so I'm going to leave you a picture of a cutie LOL. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i715.photobucket.com/albums/ww153/Parkminnie/dscn07329165my9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 16-A song that nearly makes you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A0BAssXgeHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/A0BAssXgeHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-6215806558606428011?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6215806558606428011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=6215806558606428011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6215806558606428011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6215806558606428011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-1516.html' title='Day 15,16'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1388360902293061857</id><published>2010-05-14T19:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:00:53.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11,12,13,14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(36, 36, 36); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/S-3jVOE5sYI/AAAAAAAAACA/A2r8b9bjchQ/s1600/Picture+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/S-3jVOE5sYI/AAAAAAAAACA/A2r8b9bjchQ/s320/Picture+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471279076020433282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#242424;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(36, 36, 36); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I love nailpolish LOL :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#242424;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Day 13 — A fictional book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#242424;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/bestsellers/1/0/q/A/-/-/last_song.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;What can I say I love chick literatures. :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#242424;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.5pt;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#242424;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Day 14 — A non-fictional book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.5pt;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#242424;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://phs.parkhill.k12.mo.us/activities/BookClub/Images/Books/Into%20Thin%20Air.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.5pt;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#242424;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;This book is seriously amazing. At first it was sort of slow, but it was a really good book that really told the dangers of mountain climbing. &lt;/span&gt;&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/5561483541253182784-1388360902293061857?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1388360902293061857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1388360902293061857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1388360902293061857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1388360902293061857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-11121314.html' title='Day 11,12,13,14'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/S-3jVOE5sYI/AAAAAAAAACA/A2r8b9bjchQ/s72-c/Picture+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-6474721484547596043</id><published>2010-05-10T18:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:00:42.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/S-iP64fEsOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MLHx9t48kMw/s1600/Picture+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/S-iP64fEsOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MLHx9t48kMw/s320/Picture+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469779989199368418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;haha, I use to be so much LIGHTER! &gt;;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.5pt;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5561483541253182784-6474721484547596043?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6474721484547596043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=6474721484547596043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6474721484547596043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6474721484547596043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/S-iP64fEsOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MLHx9t48kMw/s72-c/Picture+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-2682399699360839859</id><published>2010-05-09T18:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:44:21.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Day 9- A photo you took.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/14lq2l1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-2682399699360839859?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2682399699360839859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=2682399699360839859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2682399699360839859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2682399699360839859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/14lq2l1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1034456663846796410</id><published>2010-05-08T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:10:07.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(36, 36, 36); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/7780985/2/istockphoto_7780985-locked-up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1034456663846796410?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1034456663846796410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1034456663846796410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1034456663846796410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1034456663846796410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4208533683603784634</id><published>2010-05-07T20:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:10:43.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" color: rgb(36, 36, 36); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/250muit.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We were cam-whoring in the park. There was a tall gate to separate the basketball courts and the place where we were. Suddenly some guy playing threw the basketball so high it came over the gate and it attacked us. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4208533683603784634?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4208533683603784634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4208533683603784634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4208533683603784634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4208533683603784634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/250muit_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-609873270707119670</id><published>2010-05-06T21:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:10:59.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" color: rgb(36, 36, 36); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(36, 36, 36); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(36, 36, 36); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A female celebrity that I totally would have a crush on if I was a guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/35mjfyf.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Its Lee Hyori. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She is extremely talented and pretty. Not to mention she is totally hot! I'm totally envious of her flat stomach. I can't believe that she is 30 years old, she doesn't look her age at all. I remember the first time watching her music video, 10 minutes and thinking DANG SHE IS SO PRETTY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-609873270707119670?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/609873270707119670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=609873270707119670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/609873270707119670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/609873270707119670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/35mjfyf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7485803924174833450</id><published>2010-05-05T20:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:10:30.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(36, 36, 36); line-height: 22px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 05 — Your favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; background-image: none; background-attachment: scroll; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-style: normal;  background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; font-family:Candara;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;it's the simple things in life we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;it's those words we wish we never said.&lt;br /&gt;it's the happy endings in fairytales we want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's those divine memories we want to rewind and relive again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400;  BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%;  FONT-STYLE: normal; font-family:'Candara';font-size:0.9em;color:#ff00ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7485803924174833450?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7485803924174833450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=7485803924174833450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7485803924174833450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7485803924174833450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-376008102423535235</id><published>2010-05-04T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:37:11.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(36, 36, 36); line-height: 22px; "&gt;Day 04 — Your favorite book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n54/n272257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-size:medium;"&gt;Dancing in the streets of Brooklyn by April Lurie. I read this book when I was in the 4th floor, and I remember that I simply couldn't put it down. It was sort of a chick flick but with more. I think that this book started my love for chick flicks. I remember being so in love with this book that I read it so many times again. Even though its a book for I guess elementary or jr. high school students, I still enjoy reading it again. It was a really sweet chick flick that was also depressing and sad at the same time. It also took place in Brooklyn near where I lived LOL so it was pretty interesting XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-376008102423535235?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/376008102423535235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=376008102423535235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/376008102423535235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/376008102423535235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1316457527352785811</id><published>2010-05-03T15:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:29:16.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 03 — Your favorite television program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2prh7rn.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't tend to watch tv a lot, usually I spend most of my time on the computer. But Bones is one of those television shows that I can't get enough off. I love mysteries and bones fulfill my wants for mystery dramas. I love watching mysteries where everything looks real, and in Bones the dead bodies look so real. It makes me not want to watch other dramas since their bodies look really fake. This is the show that can stop me from studying for a test just to catch an episode of it. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1316457527352785811?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1316457527352785811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1316457527352785811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1316457527352785811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1316457527352785811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2prh7rn_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4263866193057282381</id><published>2010-05-02T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:31:42.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 02 — Your favorite movie &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really couldn't choose one movie. So I had to put a mix of six movies that I really liked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/10f2oeu.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the movies;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mulan: This is one of my favorite Disney movie. I love how Mulan is so different from the other girls and how she ends up saving China. Its a really nice movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mean Girls: This movie is totally not for little kids even though I watched it when I was in 5th grade(I didn't know what a lot of the stuff meant.) It's really quote-able and super funny. I watched it so many times I know so many of the lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My Tutor Friend: This movie is so funny. Its one of the first Korean dramas I've ever watched and I've rewatched it so many times afterwards. Its so cute and funny at the same time. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-She's the Man: There is only one word for this movie. Its hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Step Up: One of the few movies I actually watched in the movie theater. I almost cried the first time I watched it. And when re-watching it I did cry. It's so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dear Friends: I think that this one was really heart-felt and moving. It really taught me more about life and how we should live everyday to the fullest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4263866193057282381?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4263866193057282381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4263866193057282381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4263866193057282381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4263866193057282381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/10f2oeu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4355498698335164089</id><published>2010-05-01T16:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:47:31.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Due to the lack of post I seem to be having. I've decided to do this 30 day Challenge thing that everyone seems to be doing on tumblr. But naw, I won't do it there I'll do it here. LOL. Also since today is the first day of the month its a good time to start. Well today's is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 01 — Your favorite song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have a lot of favorite songs and my favorite song differs all the time. But if I had to pick a song it would be I don't Know by Joanne Accom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mc0O-qlZYVY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/Mc0O-qlZYVY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The first time I listened to this song I fell in love with it. Mostly because at that time the song described my feelings about certain people. Even after that time period I have never gotten tired of this song, so I guess that it is my favorite song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here is the rest of the list of the other challenges if any of you want to do it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:8.5pt;color:#242424;"&gt;Day 02 — Your favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 — Your favorite television program&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 — Your favorite book&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 — Your favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 — A photo you took&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — A fictional book&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — A non-fictional book&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — A fanfic&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — A talent of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — A hobby of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — A recipe&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — A website&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — A YouTube video&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — Your day, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — Your week, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — This month, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — This year, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4355498698335164089?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4355498698335164089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4355498698335164089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4355498698335164089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4355498698335164089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8351840389782936108</id><published>2010-04-14T16:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:13:01.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Equality</title><content type='html'>I got into the chem major which is the major that I wanted to get into. But to make up for my happiness, I ended up failing my MATH TAKE HOME. I got a 55 on it, and it was a take home assignment that I had the whole spring week to do. I still don't understand how I could've done that. I wish I can go back to those days when I wasn't failing math and was actually passing. I need to work harder but no matter how hard I work I still end up doing just average. I think that I do well on the tests but I end up failing. No matter how hard I try my effort isn't apparent on my grades. I don't know why I simply can't get the 80 in math. I mean I understand everything but I end up doing it all wrong. I hate it. Its driving me nuts. I really don't understand how I could've messed up that badly but I did. I really envy those who can get high grades without trying much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8351840389782936108?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8351840389782936108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8351840389782936108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/04/equality.html' title='Equality'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-6507797674510958290</id><published>2010-04-12T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:19:29.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Faded Memories</title><content type='html'>To My Once Best Friend of Six Years:&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how close we use to be when we were in elementry school. We spend endless days at my house in my basement going down my slide. We kept lists of Mary Kate and Ashley Oslen books that we haven't read yet. We would play hide and seek in my closets and we even created a club. We made up stories and went to the park to do what every child does. We even went to summer school together. Your parents knew my parents and my parents knew yours. We promised that we would remain best friends forever even until high school. We believed it and whenever people asked we say proudly that we've been friends for a long time and that we'll continue to be friends for a long time. We called each other all the time, I knew your number and you knew mine. People always asked us if we were sisters or cousins because we went to school tgoether. We even had the same hoodies! You've made me cry and I made you cry, we were as close as can be. But everything comes to an end. The slide in my basement is no longer there because I grew out of it. That is like our friendship, we went to different middle schools. In 6th grade during spring break I remember you came over. This was the last time we would hang out. I didn't expect it to be though, and expected that next year you'll come too. But that was our final good-bye. We stopped being best friends not because we fought but because we just simply grew apart from each other. We went from being best friends to simply friends on facebook. I can't help but think of the could've beens. But I know that even though we're no long friends that we'll both store the memories of when we were friends in our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-6507797674510958290?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6507797674510958290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6507797674510958290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/04/faded-memories.html' title='Faded Memories'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-6597880582877167063</id><published>2010-04-10T20:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:46:54.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Career Day!</title><content type='html'>Today, I attended my first ever career day. It was pretty interesting. I had to get up so freakin early on a Sat. And I ended up going in all black because I didn't have anything formal of other colors that fit the weather. I went with Connie, and we ended up sitting in the lunchroom for more than an hour before we went down to our rooms. Sisi and Jim came into my room to keep me company. Then later we were suppose to go down to the auditorium but Sisi and I just got upstairs so we were like screw it we're not going back down. Tina, Oscar and Vivan sneaked upstairs and came into my room and we just hung out there. Whenever people came to tell us to go down we would just say we're going. Finally my alumni came in. I found out a lot about being a pharmacist, I felt bad that I didn't have any questions but they were most all answered already. X___X" Luckily I knew some of the people that came into my room so it wasn't super weird. Afterwards we went to have lunch with our alumni, it was nice but I wasn't very talkative since his conversation with a lawyer about the way tech use to be was quite interesting. LOL. The old AP Chem teacher sounds really cool. LOL. Afterwards I went home with Connie and Sotherea, my feet were in so much pain. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-6597880582877167063?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6597880582877167063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=6597880582877167063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6597880582877167063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6597880582877167063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/04/career-day.html' title='Career Day!'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-745459376014198188</id><published>2010-04-02T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:11:01.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Coming to an end.</title><content type='html'>Spring break is coming to an end in four days. Time seems to pass by so fast. I don't want spring break to end yet because once it does that means tons of work for me since end of the school year is coming. I'm going to end up finding out which major I'm in, and have to deal with finals as well as regents. I'm not ready for this school year to end yet I want more time to study and stuff. I don't want junior year to come yet since I don't want to worry about SATs and all that other collage stuff yet. X__________X" These couple of days I've been doing nothing but watching movies/dramas and trying to study for upcoming regents and tests and stuff. X_______X" So far I feel like I'm not ready for any regents other than chemistry. I want to do good on all of them but I happen to suck a lot in spanish and in trig. X_____X" Sighs. I hope I make the most of these four days, well it should be three since I'm planning to go to a friend's birthday party on monday. X_____X"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-745459376014198188?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/745459376014198188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=745459376014198188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/745459376014198188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/745459376014198188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/04/coming-to-end.html' title='Coming to an end.'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-917984634138639698</id><published>2010-03-30T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:19:57.708-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/53mzd1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've done so much together. All the conversations we've had that nobody would understand. All the cam-whoring we've done. The nicknames that we've given to people; Oven, Stove, Blissful, Bball dude, Bball dude's friend etc. The Fridays that we've spent together. Talking about oven and stove, Time and JL. Have random high moments on the streets where strangers think we're high and think that we're bad influences. Sharing food at ritz. Glaring at people to see if their lying to us. Making chocolate and getting sick of chocolate. Talking about how high we're on each others aim logger. Talking about ways to get back at oven, and well as talking about how horrible they are. Making up situations for each other  that we know won't ever come true. You giving birth to Mr. somosnowball and me helping lmaoo. Drinking bubble tea together talking about people we see out the window. Making each other choke (2 vs 1). Me going to school super early just so we can go to school together. Having the same music taste and me killing your desktop because I keep making you send me songs. You calling me crazy because I sleep at 10 pm. Us going on walks just so we can talk about stuff. Us talking about how our future husbands will suffer with us not being able to cook. Attempting to cook and hoping not to fail. We have tons of insiders together. And we will have more in the future but today is your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY. HOPE YOU HAVE FUN TODAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-917984634138639698?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/917984634138639698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/917984634138639698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/02/weve-done-so-much-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/53mzd1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4672696016046222604</id><published>2010-03-28T18:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:09:46.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>I can't help but wonder if I can put effort into things I do. I put effort into homework and school but when it comes to social things I feel like I don't put in any effort. I'm drifting apart from one of my friends and the main reason is the fact that we both thought that our friendship was so strong that neither of us brother to put in any effort to save it. We got mad at each other thinking that it'll all get better because our friendship was so strong. I always thought that I didn't need to brother putting in so much effort because we were such good friends. But now its all falling apart and I feel like if I put in effort then things would be different we would still be close. I wonder if I'm capable to putting in effort into relationships. I feel like if I'm not capable of doing so that I'll end up alone in the future. I always thought that as long as I don't get into huge fights with my friends, then our relationship will stay the same. But that is not true, friendships won't suddenly stop if I do that but it won't stay the same. If I don't put in effort then our relationship won't be strong. It upsets me how long it takes to build a friendship but how easily it is to end one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4672696016046222604?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4672696016046222604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4672696016046222604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-6305775842900345106</id><published>2010-03-28T12:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:12:12.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>I've gotten a haircut a while ago but never ended up posting it up because I was so dam. lazy. I cut off three inches of my hair and got tons of layers. I actually really like it because it is so much easier to wash and it dries so much quicker. Plus its less heavy compared to my long hair but I do miss my long hair especially when I run my hand thru my hair. D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/i3h3lc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-6305775842900345106?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6305775842900345106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6305775842900345106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/i3h3lc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5577795477120162045</id><published>2010-03-20T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:11:48.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Grudges</title><content type='html'>I hate the fact that I can't ever forget stuff that people have done to me. Such as breaking promises or doing anything to me that hurt my feelings at that moment. I simply don't ever forget about them and it gets annoying. Sometimes when I'm mad at that person I suddenly remember all the old stuff they've done to me and it just gets me more mad. I mean sometimes people break promises to me and they try to make it up, but it just hurts when people break a promise to me. Well not necessary small ones but big ones. Sometimes I look so forward to doing whatever they promised me that we're gonna do such as go somewhere. But when we end up not going I just feel disappointed and upset. I wish I can just let all my "grudges" go but for some weird reason I just can't. And when they make other promises to me I can't help but feel like what if they break this promise like the other one. I mean I forgive them and everything but I just never forget. There was this like which one is easier to forgive or to forget. And I find its just really hard to forget things like that. Sighs. It just depresses me when I can't forget something even after a long period of time has passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5577795477120162045?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5577795477120162045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5577795477120162045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5577795477120162045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5577795477120162045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/grudges.html' title='Grudges'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8622789407172442927</id><published>2010-03-12T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:07:10.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Majors!</title><content type='html'>So today was the day that I had to fill out what I want my majors to be. I really wanted to be in Chem. Major since I'm good at chem and I guess I like it. Well more like I like Chem because I'm good in it. But I found out that I'm only ranked 200, there are only like 88 seats. Math totally screwed me over and lowered my math average. X_____X" I'm so scared that I won't get in, I'm hoping that not many people applied for chem major. But I'm still so freakin scared that I'm not going to get into Chem Major. That is the only major that I really want so badly. I wish I did better in math so that it wouldn't screw me over now. The 75 totally killed everything for me and screwed me over like crazy. I think I was better off picking Bio-Medical Engineering since I was ranked like 138 but I prefer Chem over Bio since I'm better at Chem. I just hope that other people would rather have something else than Chem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8622789407172442927?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/8622789407172442927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=8622789407172442927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8622789407172442927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8622789407172442927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/majors.html' title='Majors!'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8094007060586294067</id><published>2010-03-10T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:51:56.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Feeling Lost</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling empty and lost and confused. I'm in no mood to do homework. I need to study, but yet I'm not motivated to do so. I just want to crawl into bed and sleep. School is wearing me out. I have three tests on Friday. Currently I'm hungry. I've been feeling like I"m lacking sleep these couple of days. I don't feel motivated to do anything. I just want to sit here staring into space and do nothing. I'm lacking motivation. I enjoy the feeling of the accomplishment when I finish my homework. But I'm not getting any of that right now so I'm feeling down. I just want this marking period to end already. I want spring to come, I want it to be warmer. I dislike the cold expect in the summer. I feel stressed out and I might be grinding my teeth at night which is wearing down my teeth making me need fillings. They are currently hurting me. I don't make sense and I feel messed up. I want to feel all happy and bubbly and not down. But the weather plus the upcoming tests make me feel like ughs. Yesterday I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown, doing my math homework. I feel like math is too hard for me. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8094007060586294067?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8094007060586294067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8094007060586294067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-lost.html' title='Feeling Lost'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4430995611169013945</id><published>2010-03-06T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:19:37.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Not Enough Time</title><content type='html'>I feel like I don't have enough time to do the things that I want to do. I need to finish watching a four episode drama by Wed. since I have to return it. I also need to do five hours of chinese school homework since I didn't attend school last week. I also need to finish a math assignment and study for my math test that is on friday. Also I need to begin to study for my global and spanish exams that are coming up soon. I feel like I have no much to do but that I won't have enough time to do it unless I stay up to one am today. But I really can't stay up until then because I end up getting all sleepy at like 11. X_______X" So I'm trying my best to finish everything now but its so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4430995611169013945?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4430995611169013945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4430995611169013945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4430995611169013945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4430995611169013945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-enough-time.html' title='Not Enough Time'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-2337836048125246827</id><published>2010-03-01T16:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:56:35.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>2PM Issue</title><content type='html'>I'm seeing the whole 2pm issue everywhere and its really annoying and pissing me off. So here is pretty much what I really want to say to all those so call "Hottest" fans. Note: I was never a really big 2pm fan, I just like their songs. I really think its stupid of the fact that so many "Hottest" fans are no longer supporting 2pm just because their leader Jaebom has official been removed from the band. In fact like 30 or so fansites closed down after this issue was reported, some of them wasn't even 2pm fansites it was supporting a certain member that wasn't Jaebom. What the heck, how does that make sense. I mean if you guys want to hate anything, hate JYP since he was the one who reported that JaeBom was no longer in the bad and he had the last say in everything. People are saying how the members of 2pm didn't appear upset, and stuff like that, I mean how would you know if they were or weren't. All people have to back themselves up is the translated version of the interview, I mean there are many versions and it isn't exact translations so people shouldn't trust everything they read. I thought that when you supported a band you supported every member, even know Jaebom isn't part of the band anymore, that doesn't mean you should try to mess everything up for the other members as well. It just makes it seem like they guys only supported 2pm just because Jaebom was in it, and that is plain stupid and that just says that you guys weren't true fans of 2pm and just a fan of Jaebom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-2337836048125246827?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2337836048125246827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=2337836048125246827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2337836048125246827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2337836048125246827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/2pm-issue.html' title='2PM Issue'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-3245256280672685455</id><published>2010-02-12T20:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:26:53.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Snow~</title><content type='html'>Ever since I got into high school I never liked being in the snow. I hated getting all wet and cold, I just really hated the feeling. So I always avoided the snow like crazy and hated it when it snowed. Well more like I hated when it snowed and I was forced to go to school. But today I decided to go and have a snowball fight with Joyce, Meagan and Nancy. At first I was not too exited to go and didn't really want too since I hate being in snow and all. But my mommy said that I could go so I'm like whatever we're coming back to my house right after. Boy did I have fun. First we decided to attempt to build a fort that didn't even pass our knees for our snowball fight. That was a total failure, so we decided to just lie in the snow and stare up at the sky. But it was super cold so we decided just to snowball fight without forts. Nancy and I were one team and Meagan and Joyce were the other team. At first it was utter fail since our snowballs didn't go very far. Then I decided to do hit and run, I would run up front throw and run away. It was quite successful until we realize that Joyce could throw very far. That was super tiring and after 15 mins. or less we decided to stop. There were huge balls of snow, like three of them. They were super round and were up to our stomaches high. We decided to built a snowman with them but we could never build a ball as high as the ones that already there. So Joyce and Meagan decided to push one ball that was three courts away from the first huge ball. We wanted them to be next to each other. Nancy and I decided to go help them. We could barely get pass the first court without screaming a million times and getting a whole lot of snow on us. Joyce and Meagan decided to go do something else leaving me and Nancy there to push it. We were quite successful and got it one and half a court closer to the first ball. But we could only push so far without getting super tired. So we got them to help us and finally have about an hour SUCCESS! At last they were next to each other, we were so sore and tired from pushing the huge ball. Our pants were all wet, so were our socks, jackets and gloves. We could no longer feel our hands anymore or our toes. But we just couldn't give up half way since we already used so much effort. &lt;div&gt;This was one of those days were I felt like a kid again, without school to worry about or anything. I stopped all my worrying for once and all I focused on was the current thing I was doing. Even though I was cold and freezing and couldn't feel my toes or fingers, I really had a lot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-3245256280672685455?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3245256280672685455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=3245256280672685455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3245256280672685455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3245256280672685455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-in-snow.html' title='Fun in the Snow~'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5680951338182877984</id><published>2010-02-11T18:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:12:58.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Worrying Too Much</title><content type='html'>I think that I have a problem, that I never had until November of 2009. The problem is I worry so much. I use to worry but now I just worry so much that sometimes I get this pain in my stomach (sort of like butterflies). I'm worry over things that I have no control over, and whenever someone is late I keep thinking something bad as happen. I never use to think like this until now. I hate the feeling in my stomach every time I worry myself sick. I really don't know how to stop this worry, the only thing that works is keeping myself occupied but its getting harder. Since I keep worrying over things that I really have no control over, I'm having trouble focusing in school. I really hate worrying so much but I really have no idea what got into me to make me worry so much over things that I don't have control over. The slightest sound at night makes me paranoid and worry. I keep thinking about the end of the world and bad things happening to the ones I love. I spend time trying to think of other stuff but nothing works unless my mind is occupied doing something that requires my full attention. I really want it to go back to the days when I worry but not like this. I hate this worrying feeling so much. Anyone have any idea to stop worrying? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5680951338182877984?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5680951338182877984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5680951338182877984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5680951338182877984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5680951338182877984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/02/worrying-too-much.html' title='Worrying Too Much'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1779156966688184575</id><published>2010-02-10T18:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:46:07.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Math is so hard.</title><content type='html'>I had a snow day today, and I did tons of cleaning and I did loads of homework. My math teacher didn't upload my hw until 5 and it was on vectors something that I didn't learn yet. So I was hoping that there would be so school tomorrow so I wouldn't have to do it. But nooooo we have school tomorrow so I have to do it and I only get 2 problems out of the 7 and she said if we didn't do all the problems she would give us zero credit. But I don't even know how to do them, I mean I can guess but that is kinda really hard. I also have a spanish test to study for. I'm panicing for my math homework since I really have no freakin idea on how to do it. D: Stupid vectors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1779156966688184575?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1779156966688184575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1779156966688184575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1779156966688184575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1779156966688184575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/02/math-is-so-hard.html' title='Math is so hard.'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-3811636118203024224</id><published>2010-02-08T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:26:27.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Apart</title><content type='html'>To Someone that I'm drifting away from.&lt;br /&gt;We use to be so close. You considered me your best friend and honestly I did too, even though I told you I didn't believe in best friends. I don't really since I've always thought that best friend was only one friend. But I do consider you as one of my best friends. But now we're drifting apart from each other. Even though we still hang out and talk its just not the same. There are stuff I would use to tell you but now I don't and I know its the same with you. We've both seem to have found another group of friends besides each other. I miss being able to tell you all my problems and you giving me the solutions. I wish it would go back to how it use to be. But even though our friendship isn't as close as it use to be, I really still do consider you as one of my best friends. I just wish that we could talk about anything and tell each other everything thats going on. Even though we both have other friends that we're super close too, I wish that we were still as close as how we use to be. I know that I'm hard to handle at times, and I use to get pissed off at you a lot. But now I feel like I shouldn't have done that because I feel like thats what causing us to become part. I wish I could tell you all this but I feel like I just can't. But I just want you to know that even though we're drifting apart, I still do consider you one of my best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-3811636118203024224?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3811636118203024224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3811636118203024224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/02/apart.html' title='Apart'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7648259449182670292</id><published>2010-02-03T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:52:40.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Letter</title><content type='html'>I'm suppose to write a love letter for spanish class. Since I need to at least have an english verison so I know what I'm translating here is the english verison. I needed at least 10 adjs. in it so hence all the nice stuff. Ignore the fact that its super sappy-ish my teacher said to put a lot of emotions into it so here I go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;My Love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;I like you a lot. From the first moment I saw you, I knew that I like you. You are an amazing singer. Your smile is charming. Your hair is nice and you’re so tall. You're funny. You are so kind and smart. Also you're brave, strong and friendly. I like you because you’re friendly, kind, smart and talented. You capture my heart everytime you smile. I love it when you talk to me and make me laugh. I like when you cheer me up when I’m sad. I just want to tell you how much I like you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7648259449182670292?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7648259449182670292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=7648259449182670292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7648259449182670292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7648259449182670292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-love-letter.html' title='My Love Letter'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-3296417893405825186</id><published>2010-02-01T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:24:56.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling down and disappointed in myself. My report cards have been posted up on this website already. My math average is still a 75, I thought that I would at least get an 80 since I got an 80+ on the two exams but no its still an 75. That means that my chances of being in AP Cal. is all gone. Even though AP Cal was going to be hard, I wanted to be in it since I feel like thats the only AP I'll have a chance of other than AP Chem. I really wish that I did better, I really do. But apparently I didn't do any better than last term. I feel like I've failed myself somehow. &lt;div&gt;But I'm going to suck it up. For spring term I will do better. I'll go for at least a 90! That sounds so impossible to me considering that I've never gotten pass an 85 on any exam. I'm going to stop slacking off and do extremely good this term or at least give it my all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-3296417893405825186?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3296417893405825186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=3296417893405825186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3296417893405825186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3296417893405825186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/02/down.html' title='Down'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5817241202278147336</id><published>2010-01-27T17:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:51:42.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Free~</title><content type='html'>I feel free. I'm finally finished with all my finals and since its regents week I'm off from school. But I feel bored, there is nothing to do. Not that I'm complaining, I should be more grateful =____=" considering the fact that I'll get tons of work when I get back to school, but I'm bored. I think that its time for me to catch up on reading. I haven't read an actual book (I don't count reading the Scarlet Letter as reading because I end up reading sparknotes.) in a while. In my free time I'm also attempting to clean out my computer, its becoming slow. Also I really need to clean my desk, its a mess from finals week. =_________="&lt;div&gt;This freedom is making me so bored. D: I want to finish my drama, but I'm hating the way its going. It seems annoying, I liked it before episode 14 X____X" But I don't want to stop since this is already my second time watching it since I couldn't bring myself to finish it the first time I watched since it got so annoying (okay I stopped at the same place that I'm at right now.) D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5817241202278147336?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5817241202278147336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5817241202278147336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5817241202278147336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5817241202278147336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/01/free.html' title='Free~'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8996727711448091742</id><published>2010-01-23T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:07:35.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Average</title><content type='html'>I never thought about this until an incident today that made me realize something. Out of all of my cousins(I only have three) I'm the most average. All of them know how to play the piano expect me. I never had any interest and my parents never forced me to learn. Even though some of my cousins were forced to learn they still know how to play. Also all my cousins have taken many extra lessons on a whole lot of other stuff such as dancing, sports, drawing etc. Other than learning how to swim I've never had any interest in doing any of those things. My parents never forced me and so now I feel like compared to them I'm average. They've all at one point of their lives went to a private school (I only went in pre-k and I never finish so I don't think that counts.) Also they all know already what they want to be when they grow up (well actually I don't know what my boy cousin wants to be but I"m sure he knows what he wants to be if not oh wells.) I'm still deciding on what I want to be when I grow up. I know that even though I'm average it doesn't make me any less than them. But when we go out to dinner or visit relatives and this gets brought up I feel out of place and like a loser. I know that my parents don't care that I've never did any of the stuff they do, they just care about how to do in school and they hate comparing me to my cousins. But I can't help comparing myself to them and how average I am compared to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8996727711448091742?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8996727711448091742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8996727711448091742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/01/average.html' title='Average'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7885929885352826228</id><published>2010-01-18T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:58:41.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>DDP coming into handy</title><content type='html'>When I left freshmen year behind, I thought that I would leave DDP back forever and never have to think about it every again. Until today haha I'm making it sound like a person. Nancy invited me to go to this Powerplay(program that she participated in this summer) event with her. We got lunch and a designer came in to talk to us about classes. They showed us this video with the lovely Design Process. I was like OMFG. ARE YOU SERIOUS. I saw that video last year in DDP; The deep dive the one where they made a new shopping cart. I was so surprised but I knew almost all the answers to the questions they were asking about the design process. I felt so smart. DDP was actually handy and surprisingly I learned something. It was so amazing. While watching I felt like I was in DDP again watching it sighs. it was so strange.&lt;div&gt;Finals are in 2 days X_____X" I'm not exactly worried nor do I feel like I'm ready at all. I mean all those months of notes can't be studied in only one day in two hours. Good Luck to everyone taking exams. Hope you ace them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7885929885352826228?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7885929885352826228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=7885929885352826228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7885929885352826228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7885929885352826228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/01/ddp-coming-into-handy.html' title='DDP coming into handy'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-925237272993483693</id><published>2010-01-10T18:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:55:50.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Stress D:</title><content type='html'>So today, I found out that my chinese school teacher of 2+ years isn't going to be my teacher anymore. X_____X" I don't really want another teacher since I feel like I won't be able to learn from them.(Not saying their bad teachers its just their methods don't really work for me.) Okay I don't really know since I was only with one teacher and I didn't like that class since she translated everything into English and the kids were ultra loud and annoying. My teacher refuses to teach us in English and I feel like I actually learn more that way. Also some teachers are sort of afraid of the students so the students act up and are loud and they don't really do anything which annoy me as well. Sighs. I'm going to miss my teacher. X______X"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technology is SO ANNOYING! I thought I finished typing up my notes and drawing all the pictures and it turns out I still have 4 more pages not typed. X_____X" My hand is cramping from drawing all those diagrams and stuff. X_____X" UGHS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-925237272993483693?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/925237272993483693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=925237272993483693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/925237272993483693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/925237272993483693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/01/stress-d.html' title='Stress D:'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7036120851752812725</id><published>2010-01-06T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:08:29.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Notebook Check</title><content type='html'>Okay, so for technology class we're having this huge notebook check which is suppose to have all of our notes from the beginning of the year. I have all the notes and stuff. But then I found out that if we wanted any chance of getting a 100 we would need to type it, and if we don't type it its an 85. Since there is such a huge difference in grades, I'm like of course I'll type it. So I began typing, in 54 mins I've typed out two days of notes. AND THEY WEREN'T EVEN THAT LONG. There is so much numbers and while I've learned typing back in 6th grade so I'll say that I type pretty fast about 60 words per min or more. But I happen to fake the typing numbers test and pass just barely but I passed. So now I ended up forgetting how to type numbers so I type them really so. Technology is full of numbers so =_______________=" &lt;div&gt;Sighs. so depressing I think I'm going to spend most of my weekends typing out my notes, its going to get worse later on when I have to redraw my pictures and stuff. X________X"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7036120851752812725?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7036120851752812725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=7036120851752812725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7036120851752812725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7036120851752812725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2010/01/notebook-check.html' title='Notebook Check'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-2801509562529218547</id><published>2009-12-31T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:14:06.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution for 2010</title><content type='html'>Once again the same old New Years Resolution post. Its always the same for me. =________="&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-Pass math with an 85+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-Stop wasting so much money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-Pass sophomore year with 94+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-Be sad less and happy more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-Be more neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-Try something that I've never tired before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-Volunteer again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8-Go somewhere for vacation that I've never been too before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9-Eat something exotic. (This most liley will give me a stomache.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10-EXERCISE MORE! (will fail once i get health.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11-Learn something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12-Stop daydreaming so much in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13-Eat less candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14-Eat less junk food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15-Look on the bright side of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16-Manage time more wisely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-2801509562529218547?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2801509562529218547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=2801509562529218547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2801509562529218547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2801509562529218547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution-for-2010.html' title='New Years Resolution for 2010'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4990116405449810339</id><published>2009-12-25T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:34:33.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since I'm waiting for my mommy to watch the drama, I decided to look back at my News Years Resolution of last year going thru which I did do and which I didn't. Here I go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;1)Stop eating so much junk food. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;Sorta worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Cut off eating chocolate so much.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;Failed. in these two days. LMFAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Stop spending so much money.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;yesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Grow a tad bit taller.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;not that I know off. but shoes help a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Study&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;yups. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Get better Grdes.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;everything cept. math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Stop putting off homework till the last minute.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;most amazing one. yesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Clean my desk.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;yes do this every week lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Clean out my laptop.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;yups all the time lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Stop spending my life watching dramas.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;yups only watch on weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Read more&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;eh. not really =_______="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Stop losing things.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;lmao I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Exercise&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;thats what gym is for lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Stop spending so much time on the computer.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;no change. X___X"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Stop wanting so many things.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;no not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Stop daydreaming in class.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;I can't help it X___X"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Write more&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Stop cursing so much.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Walk more.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;not exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Stop mood swinging so much.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;can't help it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Be less violent.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&gt;yesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Do better in math.&lt;/span&gt;-&gt;hahaha I did but now failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4990116405449810339?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4990116405449810339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4990116405449810339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4990116405449810339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4990116405449810339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1981251433262969255</id><published>2009-12-19T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:02:29.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>BOOTS!</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Kings Plaza to look for boots and I finally got myself some boots. It was a very tedious process looking for boots, since there were so many but yet there was something wrong with each other them. Until my mom found these and they are like awesome. I look weird wearing flare jeans with these and I only have flare jeans I decided to go look at some skinny jeans. The ones they had were OD tight. I could barely put them on and the one that sorta fit was one that is 3 sizes bigger than what I normally wear. I gave up and decided to get a straight leg on which was a better idea since the straight leg one fit me better, was less tight and was of better quality. Surprisingly they were one size smaller than what I normally wear. So weird, I compared the skinny jeans and this one and the hip size was the same =_______=" WEIRD. &lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2nm3orp.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1981251433262969255?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1981251433262969255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1981251433262969255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1981251433262969255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1981251433262969255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/12/boots.html' title='BOOTS!'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2nm3orp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8503405514490485540</id><published>2009-12-13T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:26:34.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Math Quiz</title><content type='html'>I have a math quiz tomorrow, and I studied for about two hours and I get everything that I studied but I'm still worried about it. I really want at least an 85 by the end of this term so I must do really well on the quiz. But I feel that no matter how much I study for math on the day of the exam I will end up messing up no matter what I do. She isn't allowing us to use our graphing calculators either so I'm so worried since I'm really bad with graphing. I just hope that my knowledge will take me far. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I just felt like I had to rant that before I go to bed. I started writing then decided not to but then thought that I would fail if I didn't finish writing. =_________="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8503405514490485540?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/8503405514490485540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=8503405514490485540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8503405514490485540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8503405514490485540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/12/math-quiz.html' title='Math Quiz'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-986089677132231418</id><published>2009-12-12T19:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:02:11.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I went shopping again today, for my early Christmas gifts. I got myself a new tote bag for school. Its so much cheaper than when I last saw it on Black Friday. Amazing isn't it, you would expect that it would be cheaper on Black Friday. Its really big which is what I like since I hate holding my gym clothes in a bag, since I feel like I would leave my bag somewhere. X____X" I once did that to my english textbook, luckily my chem teacher had it, or else that would be 80 dollars down the toilet. My mom got me a new pair of converses for Christmas. My first pair of converses went bye bye, it has been two years and six monthes. But it was finally time to part with it since there was sticky stuff on the back of it. My other pair of converses that I got from Hong Kong hurts my pinky toe, so much even if I wear thick socks, but I will break them in somehow maybe when I'm not going to school in them, since its OD painful. I wanted to get boots but being the dumb butt I am, I decided to wear my jeans with the biggest flare IT WOULDN'T FIT INTO THE BOOT. Okay it did I just had to fold it and it was so tight. X_____X" So my mom just said next time since it was way to tight and it was a size 8 when I normally wear 7 or 7 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2ufx2kn.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/f9kwmw.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-986089677132231418?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/986089677132231418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=986089677132231418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/986089677132231418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/986089677132231418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/2ufx2kn_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-2193656633790423493</id><published>2009-12-07T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:22:05.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizes/Quests</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have this teacher and suddenly she went all PMS on us and now is being so blah. She always use to complain that we don't read and always said that she would give us tests every day. She hasn't really ever fullfilled that promise but now she has. The only problem is she gives us pages to read but her quizes are nothing on what we read instead it was on yesterday's lesson. I'm doing really bad on them since I don't even know what the heck is on them. And now she is saying that is all thats going to matter the quizes and the quests she gives us. Also today we had this five voc word quiz that I know I failed because I only knew 2 of the 5 words. When we asked her how to spell one of the words she goes like "ha I know you guys didn't read because you guys can't spell it" I'm like ... Personally I'm a horrible speller and we can know the meaning of the word without knowing how to spell it :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I really need to do better in that class and math as well the horrible part is both of those classes are in the morning. =_________="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-2193656633790423493?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2193656633790423493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=2193656633790423493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2193656633790423493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2193656633790423493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/12/quizesquests.html' title='Quizes/Quests'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-279878003590401737</id><published>2009-12-03T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:21:31.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Straightner</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/evcftw.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally became the proud owner of a straighter. This is my Christmas present to myself. Target didn't have the one I wanted even though they had it online, but I hate buying stuff online so I decided to get this one since its pretty cheap. When I came home I decided to go on Target.com and look at the reviews of it. I got mixed reviews :X Some people were saying that it sucks and others were the exact opposite and saying that it was amazing. I have no idea who I should listen to. But I decided not to return it and just keep it and see for myself how it is. Since other ones seem to only have one person saying its good so I don't know if I can trust that one person or not. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-279878003590401737?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/279878003590401737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=279878003590401737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/279878003590401737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/279878003590401737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/12/straightner.html' title='Straightner'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/evcftw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-579924879372869836</id><published>2009-11-16T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:46:23.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>My Fast Pace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:40:57 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:41:00 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when i grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:41:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i need to marry a guy that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:41:10 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;knows how to cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_local_inline font_family-screenname_local_inline font_size-screenname_local_inline layout-screenname_local_inline" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline"&gt; (8:41:13 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Candara;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_local_inline font_family-screenname_local_inline font_size-screenname_local_inline layout-screenname_local_inline" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline"&gt; (8:41:15 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Candara;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt;oh heck yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:41:16 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:41:18 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;bc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:41:22 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i certainly cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_local_inline font_family-screenname_local_inline font_size-screenname_local_inline layout-screenname_local_inline" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline"&gt; (8:41:26 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Candara;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt;uh huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_local_inline font_family-screenname_local_inline font_size-screenname_local_inline layout-screenname_local_inline" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline"&gt; (8:41:31 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Candara;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt;i feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:41:34 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;its like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:41:36 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;requirements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_local_inline font_family-screenname_local_inline font_size-screenname_local_inline layout-screenname_local_inline" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline"&gt; (8:41:42 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Candara;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt;if i marrid a guy who can't he'll be scared to eat what i cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:42:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;needs to knowhow to make pasta, rice, boil water, do groceries, and likes to eat my attempts at cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_local_inline font_family-screenname_local_inline font_size-screenname_local_inline layout-screenname_local_inline" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline"&gt; (8:42:11 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Candara;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt;LMFAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_local_inline font_family-screenname_local_inline font_size-screenname_local_inline layout-screenname_local_inline" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline"&gt;(8:42:12 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Candara;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_local_inline font_family-screenname_local_inline font_size-screenname_local_inline layout-screenname_local_inline" style="color: rgb(134, 79, 4); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_local_inline"&gt; (8:42:21 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Candara;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt;must be able to keep up with my fast pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:42:28 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:42:29 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:42:32 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thats a biggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="color_font-header_remote_inline_0 font_family-screenname_remote_inline font_size-screenname_remote_inline layout-screenname_remote_inline" style="color: rgb(36, 124, 5); font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial;" x_caretready="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RinaLiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="layout-timestamp_remote_inline"&gt; (8:42:33 PM)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-family:Futura;font-size:100%;"  &gt;XD&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/5561483541253182784-579924879372869836?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/579924879372869836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=579924879372869836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/579924879372869836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/579924879372869836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-fast-pace.html' title='My Fast Pace'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-95277754251973306</id><published>2009-11-13T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:41:50.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Social Networking Sites Taking Over</title><content type='html'>I really hate to admit the fact that social networking sites most likely took over my life. Seriously, I was thinking about that when my friend was over today. We went on one of the popular social networking site; facebook. There was this quiz saying how addicted you are to facebook, I told her I refuse to take that quiz because I don't want to find out how addicted I am. She replied by saying Yea You're going to get like 95%+. Then I thought about it and wondered if I could go a week without going on facebook, or even just a day. I really don't think I could go a week without going on facebook, but could I last just a day. I was telling my friend that and she concluded with no. So I said that I will attempt it and I kept trying to find days that I had club because that means less time at home meaning less tempentation to go on facebook. While typing this I stopped midway to go check facebook, I can't even tell if its out of habit or for actually checking updates.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I hate how social networking sites have taken over my life. &lt;s&gt;I wish that I could depend on them less.&lt;/s&gt; Well no I don't depend on them, I just wish that I didn't go on them so much in one day. &lt;a href="http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/"&gt;Connie&lt;/a&gt;, I am amaze on how you didn't fall into that whole social networking thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-95277754251973306?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/95277754251973306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=95277754251973306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/95277754251973306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/95277754251973306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/11/social-networking-sites-taking-over.html' title='Social Networking Sites Taking Over'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1356400881631688150</id><published>2009-11-09T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:52:35.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>No Test Corrections for me :]</title><content type='html'>Because I got a 100 on my chemistry test. :] I'm so happy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, there is this guy in some of my classes who annoys me so much. I think he thinks I'm stupid or something. Okay for example he asked me how to say tiny in spanish I didn't hear him and he ends up answering his own question. Since it had to do with the chem homework  I thought he wanted to say a little so I said un poco but he turns back and goes like "NO tiny! And that is not even how you use it. I bet you're failing spanish." I was literally like wtf. I mean seriously I said one thing wrong and I'm failing spanish seriously?!!?!? Then another time in one class, I did all the work already at home and he goes like "Oh I bet you copied someone." I'm like you don't even know me and just because I'm not as smart as you doesn't mean that I copy others. Then in the same class I also finish the work and I got help from my friends and he goes like "I bet you can't even do work by yourself." Seriously I'm so annoyed by him. And it all started the first time in that class when I didn't know something that apparently to him everyone is suppose to know (and no not everyone does know). He went like "You don't know that!" And from then on all these stupid comments. But I did get higher than him on a test and idks. about the second one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1356400881631688150?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1356400881631688150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1356400881631688150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1356400881631688150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1356400881631688150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-test-corrections-for-me.html' title='No Test Corrections for me :]'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4324339675469955248</id><published>2009-11-06T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:51:37.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Chick Flicks are my best friend</title><content type='html'>I'm in move with chick flicks. They are so hilarious funny sweet and awesome at the same time. They make me laugh till my stomach hurts and yet they make me want to cry and go awww at the same time. After boys before flowers Korean version chick flicks are the perfect thing to make you pms. Man. I moved on from my love of horror movies into my love of chick flicks but I still love both of them equally. If only horror movies weren't all blood and nothing else. Okay, so far these are the chick flicks that I've watched more than once and loved to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mean Girls: Its so funny and I find something new to laugh at every time I watch it again. I watched it at least 16 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Tucker Must Die: It is so funny and the guy is pretty cute XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's the man:This movie made my stomach hurt so badly because its so funny. Plus the guy is cute hehees. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step Up: Its so sad and sweet and the male and female leads are so cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step Up 2: Less sad compare to the first one but still moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cinderella Story: Its so moving and its like a modern fairly tale. Also you get the see the world's biggest rain drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring it on;All or nothing: It is so hilarous and you learn so many comebacks from it. But its a good story of school spirt. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. that is sort of the main ones for now. On the Tuesday when I had off from school I watched 4 of them. Amazing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4324339675469955248?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4324339675469955248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4324339675469955248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4324339675469955248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4324339675469955248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/11/chick-flicks-are-my-best-friend.html' title='Chick Flicks are my best friend'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-496752474073606596</id><published>2009-11-02T19:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:54:37.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean Stars'/><title type='text'>BoA In Purple</title><content type='html'>So a couple day ago, I found out about actions on photoshop and I begun to download them and yesterday I was playing around with them, and I used a boring BoA picture and decided to give it "life." I think its sort of fail but it was better than my first attempt with I shall not show you because it looks so scary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from &lt;a href="http://asianfanatics.net/"&gt;Asian Fanatics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions from &lt;a href="http://www.swimchick.net/resources/photoshop-actions/index.php"&gt;SwinChick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/dgjxbr.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/fem7hw.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-496752474073606596?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/496752474073606596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=496752474073606596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/496752474073606596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/496752474073606596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/11/boa-in-purple.html' title='BoA In Purple'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/dgjxbr_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4190862540232362639</id><published>2009-10-31T18:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:50:30.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Writing this on Windows Live Writer for the longest time I’ve wanted to write here but I haven’t. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Happy Halloween 09! I was suppose to go trick-o-treating but my mommy won’t let me out late so yea. Plus I have tons of homework especially chinese school which would end up taking four hours and all my patience to finish. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;This post looks uber boring and uber short. But I just wanted to see what posting with Windows Live Writer was like. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4190862540232362639?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4190862540232362639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4190862540232362639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4190862540232362639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4190862540232362639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5188331423027116827</id><published>2009-10-27T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:55:08.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Guility and Worried</title><content type='html'>Today, for technology I was picked for team captain for technology lab. So I had to pick people, I was down to the last person and there were couple of people in the front of the room, two guys were standing right next to each other both wearing black. I picked the second guy but since I didn't know his name I just pointed and the first guy came. I had to go like "No, I mean I want that guy" It was so embarrassing and I felt so bad and mean afterwards. I mean I still do feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freakin worried for report cards. I know I failed math. I think I might have failed chem. lab too and the rest of my grades are like 90s. I really don't want my report card. I don't want to see it. I don't know what to tell my parents. I know they'll be disappointed with me. X_____X"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5188331423027116827?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5188331423027116827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5188331423027116827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5188331423027116827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5188331423027116827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/guility-and-worried.html' title='Guility and Worried'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5455726481044546689</id><published>2009-10-23T18:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:55:08.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>I'm so disappointed in myself thanks to my grades. I'm offically failing math, I got a 52 on my math test and adding that to the 65 isn't going to get me a good average. I hate the fact that I'm failing math and the fact that I'm in honors tri doesn't cut it for me. I promised myself that I would do better this year but I'm not doing anything better. I'm just so disappointed in myself and the fact that I'm not working hard to get the grades I want. I'm pretty sure my overall average is going to be an 80 this first marking period and this isn't the way I wanted to start of somphomore year. I really need to push myself these days, in order to get the grades I want. I'm really hoping that I do get my average up for every subject by second/third marking period especially in math, I'm really going to need to read and work on tons of problems from my textbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5455726481044546689?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5455726481044546689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5455726481044546689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5455726481044546689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5455726481044546689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4203213713987738983</id><published>2009-10-20T17:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:54:33.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;I have studied many times&lt;br /&gt;The marble which was chiseled for me --&lt;br /&gt;A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.&lt;br /&gt;In truth it pictures not my destination&lt;br /&gt;But my life.&lt;br /&gt;For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;&lt;br /&gt;Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.&lt;br /&gt;Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that we must lift the sail&lt;br /&gt;And catch the winds of destiny&lt;br /&gt;Wherever they drive the boat.&lt;br /&gt;To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,&lt;br /&gt;But life without meaning is the torture&lt;br /&gt;Of restlessness and vague desire --&lt;br /&gt;It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.&lt;br /&gt;-Edgar Lee Masters&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/5561483541253182784-4203213713987738983?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4203213713987738983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4203213713987738983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/george-gray.html' title='George Gray'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-6356855694615726970</id><published>2009-10-16T22:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:55:08.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Stressful Week Over!</title><content type='html'>Finally, the end of the marking period was today. It has been a hectic week from Pre-SATs to exams. I got a 75 on my spanish exam, so sad, but most of our class did bad since it was so unexpected. Surprisingly I'm doing good in global compared to last year when I was failing so badly. Honors Tri is the hardest class I have. I'm so use to studying from the textbook and simply passing since that I what I did last year, but NOOOO her tests are so hard and the textbook doesn't go so deeply into the problems. I'm hoping that I pass this class even if its with a 65. Next is Sophomore Technology which is confusing at times. But over time I seem to understand it, since he gave us extra time for the exam today I think I fixed up some errors I made, since totally blanked out during the test especially when he called 10 mins. I took my Chemstry test today and it wasn't that bad. Gym I passed or at least I think so. Spanish I'm sorta passing. English is hard as well! I never thought I'll say it but I think for the first time in 4 years I won't be getting that 91+ average I usually get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-6356855694615726970?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6356855694615726970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=6356855694615726970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6356855694615726970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6356855694615726970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/stressful-week-over.html' title='Stressful Week Over!'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5281642746307969081</id><published>2009-10-15T16:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:55:08.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>2 more tests left</title><content type='html'>I think I failed all the tests I took today, other than my gym test. Sighs, math test was so much harder than I expected and I got a 65 on my previous test so I really wanted to do so well but that doesn't seem like its the case. I just hope that I get at least a 65 on it. Then I had a technology test, which wasn't exactly hard but I ran out of time so I ended up rushing thru some questions. Next I had a gym test which I passed thankfully. Finally I had an english test and once again I ran out of time forcing me to rush thru about 5 questions. The only good part about it was that it had 50 questions. Although I think that was the reason I ran out of time. Sighs, two more tests tomorrow =______="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5281642746307969081?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5281642746307969081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5281642746307969081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5281642746307969081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5281642746307969081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-more-tests-left.html' title='2 more tests left'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1755492909732791560</id><published>2009-10-13T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:39:45.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I find it so weird when...</title><content type='html'>1-People pronounce my name wrong. I've never really had my name pronounced wrong until I got into YEA and the president says Joan or Jodie instead of Joann.&lt;br /&gt;2-People who I think didn't know my name, knows my name. There is this guy in my global class who was like Hi Joann when I was going down the stairs I really didn't know what he knows my name. I don't participate in class so I find it so weird LMFAO. Although I usually tend to know people's names even if they don't really participate in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stressed, tomorrow is the Pre-SATs and I'm suppose to be studying but my failure of the math section when I was taking a practice test in my book brought all my hopes down. Sighs...I hope to do well tomorrow and I think I have a spanish test tomorrow too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1755492909732791560?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1755492909732791560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1755492909732791560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1755492909732791560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1755492909732791560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-find-it-so-weird-when.html' title='I find it so weird when...'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1281514680097231081</id><published>2009-10-06T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:58:41.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy&amp;Connie</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Daddy, who won't ever see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie! The person who got me into blogging and the one who helps me code all my layouts. The person who tells me over and over to fix my designs because they are too plain. The friend who critiques my graphics, not to mention tells me over and over to use different fonts. The person who got me into Desire Climax(which I stopped reading) and many other mangas. I want to wish you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1281514680097231081?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1281514680097231081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1281514680097231081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy&amp;Connie'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7922081754855936085</id><published>2009-10-02T19:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:55:08.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Staring is Rude</title><content type='html'>I've always hated when people stare at me. It makes me feel all awkward and makes me worry since there has to be a reason you're staring at me. But we all stare at others at one point of our lives, I mean I do it. It just annoys me when someone purposely stares at you and makes it very obvious that they are staring that you.&lt;br /&gt;Such as today, in Tri honors our teacher has a habit of calling on you if you don't talk a lot in class. I'm one of those people who hates to participate since I hate getting things wrong. So she puts up this problem on the board a line that passes thru point (4,5) parallel to the x-axis. I knew the answer but I couldn't explain the slope or anything so I was hoping she wouldn't call on me, but its just my luck that she does. So I'm trying to figure out something and I begin to notice people turning around to look at me. The girl in front of me wisphered the answer to me but my teacher scolded her for doing so (I felt so bad. T_T") But I was still flumbing over the answer even though I sort of heard her. That is when I notice half the class had turned around to stare at me. The reason I knew they were staring at me was because I sit all the way in the back so its pretty obvious when people are staring at me especially if they sit in the front. In the end I blurted out the answer and she moved on. I was so annoyed, I mean by them staring at me it was like they were putting more pressure on it, and I don't really see the point of staring at someone when they are trying to give an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7922081754855936085?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7922081754855936085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=7922081754855936085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7922081754855936085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7922081754855936085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/staring-is-rude.html' title='Staring is Rude'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7886067423028671502</id><published>2009-09-30T16:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:08:08.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day turned sorta good</title><content type='html'>Ughs, today so wasn't my day. Well it started off okay, my global test was pretty easy. I think that I actually did pretty well on it. Then after that I had my tri. test and it was soooo hard. I already know I got 3 wrong, but luckily she gives you points if you show work. But I'm so worried that I failed, since it was so hard and I made silly mistakes for the last one. Sighs, everything was okay until chem lab. Where my table (in which I'm the only girl =_______=") messed up the experiment. Well it was more like we weren't suppose to mix the salt and water in the gradulated cylinder but they did it anyway. Our teacher used us as an example to the rest of the class of what not to do. Then leaving I forgot my english textbook in the room. So in english which is my last period I went back to look for it but it wasn't there. But after english, I dragged my friend with me to ask the lady who is in charge of the lab if she knew where the book was and luckily she said my chem teacher had it. So we ended up going after my chem teacher and he did have it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently waiting for this club that I signed up for and interviewed for to send me an email to see if they'll accept me or not. I really don't want to know what I got but yet I want to know at the same time. Its like I only want to know if I got in and not if I got rejected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7886067423028671502?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7886067423028671502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=7886067423028671502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7886067423028671502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7886067423028671502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-day-turned-sorta-good.html' title='Bad Day turned sorta good'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8460998322937996349</id><published>2009-09-25T20:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:58:41.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy 15th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.tinypic.com/2i2bekn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 333px;" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2i2bekn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known you for four years and that is soon going to be like five years. LOLS like a year later. You're finally becoming old like all of us. You've always been there for me when I had problems and issues. And you were always there when I had printer problems to closure problems. I wouldn't know where I would be without you all those years. You were there when I transferred out and now your here in Tech with us! You're there when I'm pissed off and is really hard to stand (still don't know why people are still my friend after I do that. D:) So on your special day I want to wish you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th Birthday Serena Luk. Hope you have a great one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8460998322937996349?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8460998322937996349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8460998322937996349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-15th-birthday.html' title='Happy 15th Birthday'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2i2bekn_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7662527035125129763</id><published>2009-09-25T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:55:33.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged Again -Feels Special-</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/dg3p5h.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;First of all, state 5 interesting facts about the person you awards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wears Glasses, I never knew until this tag LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves Yuto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently loves korean stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves to draw (something I can't do at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Next, state 10 facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(plus 5 more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love reading especially chick literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love sweet love stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my favorite dramas is Devil Besides you regardless of how cliche and sappy it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my favorite dramas is Battle Royale because even though its OD bloody the story is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can NOT spell for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that 2ne1 is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I'm pissed off I like to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm in need of closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a neat freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love painting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to get a second piercing but I'm too scared too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that black nailpolish with black glitter would be the sexiest thing ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what I'll do without my friends and family and blog buddies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ok, 10 persons who receive this award are (with some description)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Connie: I've known you since like 6th grade and you're so awesome. You always give me advice on my photoshopped stuff and help me code my layouts. Ughs. I don't know what I would do without you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Emina: Awesome blog buddie with a huge love for Yuto. :D&lt;br /&gt;^I had no one to tag so therefore tagging my other two blog buddies LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-7662527035125129763?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7662527035125129763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=7662527035125129763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7662527035125129763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7662527035125129763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/tagged-again-feels-special.html' title='Tagged Again -Feels Special-'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/dg3p5h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-9086063561284350894</id><published>2009-09-07T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:13:31.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Days</title><content type='html'>2 more days, until summer comes to an end, and Sophomore year begins. Sighs. I'm dreading it. But near the beginning of summer I made a list of things I will do by the end of the summer lets see how many things I actually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat New Super Mario Bros (To prove that I don't suck that badly in gaming-Currently at World 5, I still have 3 more worlds to go.)-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Complete fail. World 5 was so hard, that I ended up giving up and stopped playing after I reached world 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get at least 50 hours of volunteering hours.-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done I mange to finish summer with 58.25 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish reading all summer reading books.-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Planning to do, since I ended up reading one of the wrong books. But I do plan to finish the second book tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read at least 15 books. (So far I have read 2 XD)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to Book 5 in Chinese school (Test is on July 12)-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finished it wasn't that hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work on my Spanish-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done, I worked on the Rosetta stone program our teacher told us to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attempt to get a flat tummy by doing crunches everyday-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really successful since I began to slack off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish developing my pictures&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out my junk-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sort of I still have a lot of junk O_O"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study a lot of Chinese-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorta done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish watching Pi Li MIT-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch 3 more horror movies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I only watched one for some reason O_O"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish watching another drama-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get ready for Sophomore Year!-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a list of things I plan to do when I go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spend less time on the computer(only go on after I finish all hw)&lt;br /&gt;-Participate more since I'm really lacking in this area and its time I boost up my grade by participating.&lt;br /&gt;-Study hard for every test.&lt;br /&gt;-Finish projects really early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-9086063561284350894?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/9086063561284350894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=9086063561284350894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/9086063561284350894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/9086063561284350894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-more-days.html' title='2 More Days'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-7532949042633050215</id><published>2009-08-21T18:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:55:33.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged By Emina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been slacking once again, mostly since I need to study and read before school starts again to make sure I'm ready for school bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://owaranai-emiiyuu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;1. Your nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Joannie: I actually really don't know how I got this nickname its as if it just appeared, but this is how I think this nickname came to be (funny how my nickname is longer than my real name XD) if you say Joann Li(which is my full name) really fast it sounds like Joannie. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;JoJo: Jennifer made this up, but nobody really calls me this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;I am Joann Li, the one and only. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Special person (s)?&lt;br /&gt;Too many to list, and is not going to brother. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fav song (s)?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty boy-2ne1&lt;br /&gt;I don't know-Joanne Accom&lt;br /&gt;I believed-Melissa Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fav food (s)?&lt;br /&gt;Parent's cooking&lt;br /&gt;sushi&lt;br /&gt;strawberries&lt;br /&gt;ice cream&lt;br /&gt;viet food&lt;br /&gt;and loads of other stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thing (s) which make you stressed?&lt;br /&gt;Homework, losing things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fav colour (s)?&lt;br /&gt;Purple&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing (s) which is MUST in your handbag?&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last time you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Fake crying: a couple of days ago (what I mean by fake crying is that sometimes I cry but there is no after effects of crying such as I don't have red eyes, or red lips or a red nose. I get this by watching sad dramas, and sometimes I just fake cry for no reason.)&lt;br /&gt;Real Crying: idr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 6 people you wanna tag?&lt;br /&gt;Connie-&gt;go do this tag &gt;:O&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/5561483541253182784-7532949042633050215?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7532949042633050215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=7532949042633050215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7532949042633050215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/7532949042633050215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-emina_21.html' title='Tagged By Emina'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4470839725551506688</id><published>2009-08-16T18:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:54:12.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean Stars'/><title type='text'>2ne1-MinJi's Dance Battle</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post is going to be one of those posts devoted to 2ne1 just because they are that awesome. This one is going to be mostly about MinJi though, hence the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XzVsAyE2ESI&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/XzVsAyE2ESI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion MinJi's dancing was the best, although my opinion maybe a bit biased.&lt;br /&gt;First was HyunA from 4 minute. A bit too much botty shaking for my likings but some of her moves were pertty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Second was Ga Ln from Brown Eyed Girls. Her dancing seemed like she was at a club (not that I've ever been to one but clubs as you see in dramas/movies etc) and trying to get all the boys in the club to pay attention to her.&lt;br /&gt;Third was Nicole from KARA. I think she did pretty good, but I'm not sure if you can see but while MinJi was dancing instead of staying in her postion she starts moving around which I found pretty disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least was MinJi!! Her chest poping is awesome. Her dancing skills are out of this world. Its so hard to believe that she is just 15. And did you see that stomach it was so flat I'm so jealous. *O*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4470839725551506688?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4470839725551506688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4470839725551506688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4470839725551506688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4470839725551506688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/2ne1-minjis-dance-battle.html' title='2ne1-MinJi&apos;s Dance Battle'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-2269865309758450398</id><published>2009-08-14T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:55:33.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Emina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. MY TOP 10 MOST FAVOURITE FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What my mom/dad cooks. :D&lt;br /&gt;-Eel Sushi. Its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;-California Roll. Mad good.&lt;br /&gt;-Strawberry Ice cream. I can't go without it.&lt;br /&gt;-Pho. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;-Vanilla Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Peking duck wrap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spring Rolls&lt;br /&gt;-Strawberries. (Not food but. who cares.)&lt;br /&gt;-Bubble Tea(I had to cheat cus I ran out of foods. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. 7 THINGS I LOVE DOING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watching Bones.&lt;br /&gt;-Watching House.&lt;br /&gt;-Watching horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;-Chatting with friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;-Reading.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. I cheated again. I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. 6 THINGS I LOVE DOING WHEN I'M EMO // STRESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Doing homework(expect if its spanish or ddp)&lt;br /&gt;-Writing in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;-Watching House, Bones, something.&lt;br /&gt;-Clean.&lt;br /&gt;-Eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. 5 THINGS I LOVE DOING WHEN I'M HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Random Outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;-Laughing non-stop&lt;br /&gt;-Talking to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;-Smiling a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. 5 WAYS TO MAKE YOU GO CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Having no internet.&lt;br /&gt;-Handing out flyers. Go to my &lt;a href=""&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to find out why.&lt;br /&gt;-Having cramps.&lt;br /&gt;-Being late.&lt;br /&gt;-When I can't find something I really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. MY TOP 5 MOST FAVOURITE JUNK FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fries. I love them and hate them.&lt;br /&gt;-ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;-Cheese Its.&lt;br /&gt;-cup-noodles(don't know if its consider as junk food.)&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate. is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. 5 THINGS I WISH COULD HAPPEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get into a good collage.&lt;br /&gt;-Earn loads of money.&lt;br /&gt;-Be good in spanish&lt;br /&gt;-not run into problems.&lt;br /&gt;-for me not to be so easily annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. 10 RIDICULOUS THINGS I WISH TO DO BEFORE I DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;-Get into a collage of my choice.(not really ridiculous)&lt;br /&gt;-Meet that one special person.&lt;br /&gt;-Earns loads of money&lt;br /&gt;-Have a penthouse.&lt;br /&gt;-Meet 2ne1&lt;br /&gt;-Do something to help the world.&lt;br /&gt;-OD on eel sushi until I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;-Become pro painting nails&lt;br /&gt;-Be able to speak/write in 3 languages. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. MY TOP 12 RECENTLY MOST ADDICTED SONGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Boy-2ne1&lt;br /&gt;I believed-Melissa Smith&lt;br /&gt;I don't know-Joanne Accom&lt;br /&gt;Haru Haru-Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;LolliPop-Big Bang Ft. 2ne1&lt;br /&gt;Love Story-Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;White Horse Cover-Stephen Jerzak&lt;br /&gt;Planetarium-Ai Otsuka&lt;br /&gt;Make Love-Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;I don't care-2ne1&lt;br /&gt;Only You-2 pm&lt;br /&gt;Time Lapse Lifeline-Maria Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. PEOPLES YOU WISH TO TAG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who ever wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-2269865309758450398?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2269865309758450398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=2269865309758450398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2269865309758450398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2269865309758450398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-emina.html' title='Tagged by Emina'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1297499054412132022</id><published>2009-08-11T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:57:28.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><title type='text'>Blood Drive</title><content type='html'>So today I had another blood drive, I think its the fourth this month. I'm so tired from it, then again I'm always tired after my blood drives. Waking up early plus standing for 3 hours or so and dealing with this heat really makes you tired. Ah. If I'm already feeling so easily tired from just 5 and half hours of work I wonder what I'll be like when I actually have a job and all. O_____O" I think I might miss going to school.&lt;br /&gt;Well since the location of the drive was close to Rockefeller Center we went there to take pictures before heading to work. So pretty much this post is pictures of our usual days at a drive well not what we do there, since thats pretty boring since we just serve people food and make sure that if they don't feel well we call for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2505ydu.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/mv713b.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what Rockefeller Center looks like in the summer. In the winter that whole place is an ice skating rink. How the heck do they make the transformation, I guess we'll never know. *O*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/a9wi2b.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/icmk2p.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how we set up the canteen to look like. Wah. Look at that table full of food that is really unhealthy but tempting to eat. The second picture is just a close up of what one side looks like, the other side is exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/smr591.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/bfp2j6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it is our amazing creations that we drew when we were just so bored sitting there with no donors coming in. They are THE FAMILY, and we were going to draw the kids but then we decided to draw something else. I bet you can't guess what the names mean. :D Well here are the answers. I am Mon Lee means I'm manly and the reason for this name is because it was suppose to be a guy but I gave it long girly hair XD. Misoay Shon is Me so asian XD and the last picture the word means going thru puberty. XD Yes we were that bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1297499054412132022?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1297499054412132022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1297499054412132022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1297499054412132022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1297499054412132022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/blood-drive.html' title='Blood Drive'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/2505ydu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-6732062144459825427</id><published>2009-07-20T18:38:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:54:12.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean Stars'/><title type='text'>2ne1 :]</title><content type='html'>So I currently have this obession with 2NE1. I can't help it but their like so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5ejk1ZCYnw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/-5ejk1ZCYnw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGAH. Their solo performances were so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;First Dara with her In or Out performance which was really cute. I don't see why so many people don't like her, she isn't that bad but I do agree that her voice is not as strong as some of the other members.&lt;br /&gt;Then CL. Her rapping skills are amazing :O and her singing is just as good. She is one of my favorite members.&lt;br /&gt;Next is Minji whose dancing skills are incredible considering the fact that she is 15. She also has a strong voice too! I can't pick out who I like more CL or Minji.&lt;br /&gt;Last is Park Bom! She seemed little singing that song I don't know why. But she sounded really nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-6732062144459825427?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6732062144459825427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=6732062144459825427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6732062144459825427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6732062144459825427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/2ne1.html' title='2ne1 :]'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5968877102212303474</id><published>2009-07-12T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:57:28.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt; So far I felt like I haven't really done anything this summer. Well other than my 6 hours of volunteering hours that I just got this Wednesday, and the fact that I read 3 books (so little X____X). I feel like I've been bummy this summer so far. I tend just to spend my days sitting in front of my computer, killing my eyes as well and making my fat go to my butt for sitting so much. And then for some reason I feel like playing maple story again. And for the people who don't know, maple story is an online game that I've put down in the beginning of 8th grade after I've realized that it was pretty pointless and decided to put my focus towards school. This guy that I knew had suddenly started the game and yesterday when I was telling him about it, I suddenly missed the game and now I want to play again X_______X" Seriously I'm going to dl it and then play a week and give up on it after realizing that its pointless and that I've became a noob due to the new worlds, maps and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I took my chinese school final and I passed! 106.5! I'm finally able to move on to book 5 which is considered the fall term of 3rd grade if I was in China. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5968877102212303474?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5968877102212303474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5968877102212303474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5968877102212303474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5968877102212303474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-3044882378325504597</id><published>2009-07-07T19:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:57:28.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>Okay, so tomorrow is my first time volunteering at a Blood drive. I'm so freakin worried. One I'm scared that they aren't going to let me in because I don't have the volunteering id yet. Two I'm worried that I wasn't put down for this drive, because when I called the person who is in charge of the volunteering, she said that for some reason she didn't put me down. But I think she should've put me down now, considering I called her and everything, BUT I'M STILL WORRIED. Three I'm worried that something is going to happen or that I'm going to mess up and etc. Sighs...I worry too much, but I can't help it, everytime I think about tomorrow I worry like crazy. I think I'm going to be one of those people who end up getting white hair at the age of 30 because they worried too much. I think you get white hair due to stress but worrying causes stress D;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it during dinner, got me even more worried. I even thought of things like what if the elevator stops working. Ughs. I need to like take up yoga or something to get these things off of my mind I'm like going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-3044882378325504597?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3044882378325504597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=3044882378325504597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3044882378325504597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3044882378325504597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-4027623381176188979</id><published>2009-07-02T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:58:34.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do</title><content type='html'>These are the things I'm hoping to do by the end of Aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat New Super Mario Bros (To prove that I don't suck that badly in gaming-Currently at World 5, I still have 3 more worlds to go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get at least 50 hours of volunteering hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish reading all summer reading books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read at least 15 books. (So far I have read 2 XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to Book 5 in Chinese school (Test is on July 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work on my Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attempt to get a flat tummy by doing crunches everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish developing my pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out my junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study a lot of Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish watching Pi Li MIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch 3 more horror movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish watching another drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get ready for Sophomore Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-4027623381176188979?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4027623381176188979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=4027623381176188979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4027623381176188979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/4027623381176188979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-to-do.html' title='Things To Do'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-5162768819849694278</id><published>2009-06-30T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:29:34.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of June=Beach</title><content type='html'>So to celebrate the ending to June and the beginning of July my friends and I went to the beach(no not really, they just wanted to go to the beach but I just like putting this this way. XD) We planned the time to be 11:30, but due to train traffic and etc. we ended up getting there are like 12 or 12:30ish. At first only three people ran into the waters, Oscar not knowing that his sidekick was in his pocket ran into the water and only when he came back did he realize his phone was in his pocket. When he took it out it was soaking wet and not really working. But soon all of us did get in expect for Tina, although most of us didn't really go in we just let the water hit our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/ax1wr9.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2lnh8it.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oscar's dead phone is up there)&lt;br /&gt;But soon, while some of the people played in the water Sisi and I sat there wanting to build a sandcastle but due to people killing it so many times we gave up. Soon everyone came back and dried off and decided to do some tanning. Everyone just lied there attempting to get tanned. But the sun was in our eyes so we all found a way to cover our faces. Since I'm already tanned expect for my legs I opened an umbrella to cover the top part of my body. But tanning kind of killed us, since after a while the wind got stronger and began to blow sand all over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2w7oewh.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/3328j08.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/qs0g8h.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/30937mt.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realized we were quite hungry so we went to get Popeyes. We brought it back to the beach to eat, althought that might not have been a good idea since we had to be careful or else the sand would get into our food. The three people originally playing in the water went back to playing in the water while the rest of us cam-whored some more and tried to keep free of the sand. But that proved to be epic fail since the wind got stronger blowing the sand all over our stuff killing our phones (if we had a slide up phone it was hard to slide up due to the sand.) Not to mention it killed our hair blowing our hair in all places. But after a couple of dead phones, a couple of bad hair and a whole lot of sand we decided to go home. I bet the first thing we all did was jump into the showers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-5162768819849694278?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5162768819849694278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=5162768819849694278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5162768819849694278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/5162768819849694278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-to-celebrate-ending-to-june-and.html' title='End of June=Beach'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/ax1wr9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-8268957548573876691</id><published>2009-06-26T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:57:59.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>End of Freshmen Year</title><content type='html'>Today my freshmen year came to an end. I had to go back to school to get my report card and afterwards I went to ktown. So here are my opinions on my grades and teachers(whose names will not be mention for their sake and for mine as well.)&lt;br /&gt;Global-90 well I was expecting it since well that is what I've been getting in his class.-My teacher was pretty cool but he gave really hard tests well in my opinion since global has never been easy for me(too much facts =_=)&lt;br /&gt;Spanish-90 I went up after thinking that I failed my final and everything.-My teacher pms-es too much and he has favorites but if you don't piss him off he pretty much leaves you alone. But if you piss him off then he kind of makes fun of you if you get things wrong. He says things that I don't think a teacher should say (like picking on kids and their spanish grades)&lt;br /&gt;Bio.-93 I went down 4 points since I haven't been doing good this quarter.-My teacher was pretty good I guess. She gave hard quizes and is really strict but I guess that is what helps us learn. (91 regents grade D;)&lt;br /&gt;Gym:90&lt;br /&gt;Bio. Lab:97&lt;br /&gt;DDP: 75 Well I got the same last quarter so w/e-My teacher has an attitude problem and he doesn't really try to help us out when we have problems. He expects us to just get it or figure it out on our own. He didn't really teach us anythign and intead he sent us a bunch of powerpoints for us to read and educate ourselves with.&lt;br /&gt;Geometry: 94 Same as last quarter so w/e-My teacher was alright. But I didn't really follow him in class most of the time so usually I just read the textbook when I got home. (99 regents grade-I was really surprised and happy)&lt;br /&gt;English: 95 eh. considering I did really badly on this certain test-My teacher was alright such as he gives a lot of extra credit and all. But yet I haven't learned anything really this year and he favorites way too much. X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-8268957548573876691?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/8268957548573876691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=8268957548573876691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8268957548573876691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/8268957548573876691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-freshmen-year.html' title='End of Freshmen Year'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-2865326472145299445</id><published>2009-06-20T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:58:24.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Party~</title><content type='html'>Well first I'm finally done with my regents. :D All there is left is my DDP final on monday then I'm finally free from all exams and such for this school year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my belated Birthday Party, since I got sick on my birthday. It was really fun and the food made us so full *O* After a while we had to play rock paper scissors to see who would have to eat another piece of food. Everyone pitched in and got me a cake, it was suppose to be an ice cream cake from Doukin Donuts which was about a block away from the restaurant, but the two people who were buying the cake got lost and end up going to a bakery to get the cake. And since its a traditional to cream the birthday girl that is what ended up happening to me. First Serena put a blob of cream on my face, then Nancy placed another blob of cream on my face since there was no pictures taken. But still that failed until they were passing a piece of cake around and while I was holding it, Tina smashed the piece of cake onto my face. But they weren't done, they took all the cream off the side of my cake and placed it onto a plate and since I refused to get creamed any more they creamed Melody instead. Afterwards they promised her that on her birthday they would cream me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/9hq93q.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/b8mn1k.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2jc9b7o.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2drs0on.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/24vp4zq.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/izp9pi.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/6ofxpg.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/fz5550.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/34xqotx.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/34o322r.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-2865326472145299445?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2865326472145299445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=2865326472145299445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2865326472145299445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2865326472145299445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/06/belated-birthday-party.html' title='Belated Birthday Party~'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/9hq93q_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-560725294539865944</id><published>2009-06-17T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:47:42.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>Today, I went for my haircut. I wanted fuller bangs and I guess shorter hair(isn't that the point we go to the hair salon.) Well I'm happy with the length but my bangs are WAY TOO SHORT D; Which is something I can do nothing about expect wait for it to grow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/6iybgk.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished with finals as well as geometry regents. Now all thats left before I'm finally free from school is Bio. Regents and DDP final. Then my freshmen year has really came to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-560725294539865944?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/560725294539865944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=560725294539865944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/560725294539865944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/560725294539865944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/06/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/6iybgk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-128838398993185465</id><published>2009-05-18T17:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:12:23.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Work (HAIL NO)</title><content type='html'>Well once again in gym we're playing volleyball. Once again there is this same problem occuring. There are certain people in my cluster (names shall not be mention) that well they're pretty good. But if there is one thing their lacking its team work. I mean they expect everyone to as good as them, and not make any mistakes what so ever. The one time you couldn't get a ball over the net or the fact that you had one bad bump, it'll be the last time you're touching that ball if your on their team. From that point on, they'll be stepping into your spot, hitting the any balls that comes even close to you. I was on both of their teams before, and its really not any fun whats so ever. Once they find out that your not as good as them, say good bye to even touching that ball ever again. Seriously...its no fun playing on their team what so ever. Nobody likes to play on their teams, expect maybe for the jocks in my cluster, since they're actually really good at volleyball and they wouldn't get yelled at. Man...I just hate ball hogs so freakin much. I mean just because you're good at a sport doesn't mean that gives you the right to yell at others. In fact the other players won't get better and they wonder why, DUH ITS BECAUSE YOU DON'T EVEN ENCOURAGE THEM. They stop caring once you yell at them since they think there is no point, whatever they do they'll just get yelled at by the ball hogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhs...they piss me off so freakin much X_______X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-128838398993185465?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/128838398993185465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=128838398993185465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/128838398993185465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/128838398993185465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/team-work-hail-no.html' title='Team Work (HAIL NO)'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-2822584942818404467</id><published>2009-05-13T19:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:10:58.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Report Cards (once again)</title><content type='html'>2nd marking period report cards came out today. I wasn't exactly satisfied since I wanted a better grade but in some subjects my grade really surprised me in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;Global: 90-nothing to say it stayed the same XD&lt;br /&gt;Spanish: 85-Nothing to say it stayed the same although I want to get it up to a 90 at least&lt;br /&gt;Biology: 97-:D My surprised, omgahhhh.....*O* I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;Bio. Lab: 95-Went up by one point :D&lt;br /&gt;Gym: 85-Went down from a 90 X________X then again I reallie think I failed that test we had to take&lt;br /&gt;DDP: 75-5 FREAKIN POINTS D; only one that I really didn't like since it looks so horrible X_____X&lt;br /&gt;Geometry: 94-Went up by one point :D *must study harder though*&lt;br /&gt;English: 96-well I already knew my grade but must do better in english since of the horrible grade I got on the spelling test yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Overall: 91.02% Went down by like 0.22 points I think if I did the math right but too lazy to actually go check XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other than report cards today we had a foreign exchange student come to our class today for about 3 periods. She's from Italy and is really nice not to mention really pretty *O* Too bad she only stayed for 3 periods X______X I knew that some of the guys from my cluster found her pretty too since later they kept asking the girl who was suppose to show her around what her email was XD&lt;br /&gt;Hmmms...I would like to visit another country for like a week and go to their school to see whats it like. But I don't exactly want to live with a foreign family that I don't know but to visit for about a week that seems nice. *O* Although if I actually like that place I would have a hard time leaving XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-2822584942818404467?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2822584942818404467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=2822584942818404467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2822584942818404467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/2822584942818404467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/report-cards-once-again.html' title='Report Cards (once again)'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-3192994547318717140</id><published>2009-05-06T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:04:49.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers Bring May Allergies</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling like crap these couple of days well more like when spring started. I'm one of those unfortunate people who is stuck having allergies. And the warm weather doesn't help it one bit. Not to mention the weather these days is pretty bad its raining almost every single day. I think that is suppose to make my allergies less worse, but I still feel like crap. Every single day I feel really tired and my eyes feel heavy due to the allergies, and I get these moments where I just want to crawl back into my bed and just go back to bed.  And this isn't good either considering that its the last marking period and the one that counts the most. Sighs...so I'm stressing out currently and just hoping that my allergies go away in time for my tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-3192994547318717140?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3192994547318717140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=3192994547318717140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3192994547318717140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/3192994547318717140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-showers-bring-may-allergies.html' title='April Showers Bring May Allergies'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-1131888167995219789</id><published>2009-04-26T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:58:24.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tiffany!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Tiffany!&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Tiffany's Birthday(I was too lazy to write yesterday). I went to her house after chinese school, and when I got there they were playing this guess the song game and they continued playing while I ate. After I finish eatting "lunch" we had cake, which was good as heck. (Dang...I just noticed that there are so many April birthdays or is it just me XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/v5envq.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/19r334.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cake, Serena had to go home since she didn't finish her essay D; but the rest of us went to the beach. Surprisingly even though yesterday was in the 80s the beach was cold. It was really windy, and didn't feel warm at all. So we just played volleyball there, and cam-whored. Oscar, Melody and Tina went to the water, but found out that it was ice cold so they gave up and didn't brother playing there. So we just continued our epic failing volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/21eqbvc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2z4ke3n.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/4rq783.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/xo2y6r.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach  we all decided to go back to Tiffany's house. We did a lot of epic failing cam-whoring in the car XD Back in Tiffany's house we ate leftovers from the "lunch" which was good even though some of what we ate were cold. Pretty much later, we just stayed there not really doing anything expect playing truth and dare for a while XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/34g8qc7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/21errxc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/o5b1jd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..editing the pictures is such a pain in the butt XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-1131888167995219789?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1131888167995219789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=1131888167995219789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1131888167995219789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/1131888167995219789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-tiffany.html' title='Happy Birthday Tiffany!'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/v5envq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561483541253182784.post-6200398408614930593</id><published>2009-04-22T19:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:06:27.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>Well I was going through facebook one day and came across this note. Since I'm waiting for my show to load I decided to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search (http://www.flickr.com/).&lt;br /&gt;b. Using ONLY the first page, pick an image.&lt;br /&gt;c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Mosaic Maker. Change rows to 3 and columns to 3 (http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php).&lt;br /&gt;d. Save the image and post it on this note!&lt;br /&gt;e. If you're tagged, pass it on. And tag me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;5. Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;7. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;9. One word to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2imawls.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits :)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rpalomino_1/3082890713/"&gt;Joanns Saugus&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/samyii/1073377412/"&gt;toast brooches :P&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dcdead/3303845276/"&gt;The Eye at Night&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/egyptia/164675732/"&gt;mmmm...bubble tea&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/webel/142805344/"&gt;What a Beautiful Sight!&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anthor/1461270302/"&gt;Pudge - Leave Me Alone, I'm Sleeping!&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveward/54677191/"&gt;Doctor's Tools&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/altus/2310158662/"&gt;Shibuya at Night&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/orthen/3177084914/"&gt;Bay of ice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561483541253182784-6200398408614930593?l=negative-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6200398408614930593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5561483541253182784&amp;postID=6200398408614930593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6200398408614930593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5561483541253182784/posts/default/6200398408614930593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://negative-days.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>Joann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997543426830246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSBpSCwbjkA/Ss_cbQMSKcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NlvdKakjg3c/S220/See+you+smile+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2imawls_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
