<?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-1036329132112483375</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:10:07.725-04:00</updated><category term='Twilight movie review'/><title type='text'>Everything I ask for and more</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-8666824855714198166</id><published>2009-09-27T16:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:35:55.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently on tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I post more stuff there lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reiraa.tumblr.com"&gt;reiraa.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-8666824855714198166?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8666824855714198166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=8666824855714198166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8666824855714198166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8666824855714198166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/09/pause.html' title='Pause.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-2320144775421015633</id><published>2009-08-25T01:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:12:22.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>This is an update for the entire month so here goes, lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've gotten drunk for the first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the beach twice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had an awesome birthday picnic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost all my birthday money ;-;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost my health insurance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Little Mermaid on Broadway &amp;amp; I'm going to see Avenue Q this sunday! (Can't wait)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got really pissed/irritated at Jon's mom for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jon's birthday we all got drunk and stuff and it was really cool. At first I wasn't planning on getting drunk, maybe just a little tipsy but then Kay reminded me on what I said would be the perfect conditions for getting drunk for the first time, which is getting drunk with close friends.&lt;br /&gt;That totally won me over because I actually forgot about that until she brought it up, which I'm grateful for. LOL it was a fun night, and I'm pretty sure I got drunk because I couldn't talk right and at some point I wanted to go to sleep so the feeling of being dizzy, when the room isn't actually moving, would go away. At one point, I remember staring at a yellow dictionary on Jon's bookshelf thinking to myself, "Don't throw up, don't throw up". I was lying down and was thinking how I would be able to make it to the bathroom, when I was sure that if I sat up, I would hurl. lolll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the beach was pretty awesome, especially with friends. I have to say though, that I need a better bathing suit because my top kept coming off. -.-&lt;br /&gt;The waves were great and I fell asleep at one point. Oh! and my foot tan got more evened out. lmao. It's not SO noticeable anymore, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday picnic was a BLAST. OMFGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;The food was awesome and even though some people didn't come through, it was the people that I cared about that actually went. I couldn't be more happy to have friends like them! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad at Jason though, it seems like he's been bullshitting whenever we ask him to hang out with us. That's why when he came to the picnic, I didn't go and say hi to him. It seems like he's doing that thing where he spends more time with his girlfriend and just puts his friends aside. Whatever though, I don't need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesterday that Kristina threw out all my birthday money by accident while she was cleaning up our room. It had like $300 in it. And I was gonna deposit that into my bank account so that it wouldn't look like it just keeps going down. Mom said that I take money for granted, when I really don't because I've tried not to spend at all for the past year while they  never gave me any allowance money. That incident just started my job search again. I think I'm gonna tweak my resume to include Constellation. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I turned 19 this year, I lost my health insurance because as of now, I'm not registered as a full time student at hunter. I didn't get the classes I wanted because Hunter had me register on the last day of registration. I'm gonna try to get some more credits so that I can be full time. It'll really help my parents out especially since I'm getting braces AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mermaid on Broadway was AMAZINGGG. We got awesome seats that were really close, and when the cast members would sing and look up, it would look like they were singing to us. It was soo great. The songs are still stuck in my head and I find myself singing Poor Unfortunate Souls all the time. LOL. I can't wait to see Avenue Q on sunday though. Gah, I hope my sense of humor is awake so that I can laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got really pissed at Jon's mom for the first time. She quit 2 of her jobs so she only has 1 job now, and she's home more often. And one night that I was over, Cammy was teething and biting and stuff and she saw that Cammy was doing that and she was like put Cammy in the carrier. That just pissed me and Jon off because 1, that doesn't do shit and 2, if she learns that putting her in the carrier is a punishment it would mean that we'd be punishing her whenever we bring her places. That's just so fcking stupid. And even worse her excuse was "I don't want you to get hurt". ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Jon doesn't know how to ride a bike because she didn't want him to get hurt. He barely has any scars or scrapes because he was running around like a normal kid. It's like preventing a child from living their life because you don't want them to get hurt. They're going to get hurt one way or another so the best you can do is try to prevent it while still having them live their life. And the thing is that Jon's not even a KID anymore! He's an adult and he has the responsibility of disciplining Cammy so she should just leave him alone when he's trying to teach her not to bite him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, blog done. yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I've been feeling the urge to bake cupcakes lately :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-2320144775421015633?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/2320144775421015633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=2320144775421015633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2320144775421015633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2320144775421015633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/08/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-3864151510533795480</id><published>2009-08-06T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:17:00.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>You say that I make you feel bad, but I don't do it on purpose. And this time, I'm mad and disappointed because it's like you totally forgot the plans we made together when you made plans with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; How can the timing be even worse?&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad and I don't know how long it'll take until I'm not mad anymore. Oh, and tmrw's your birthday. It's possible that I can still be mad until midnight tonight or even until tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-3864151510533795480?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3864151510533795480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=3864151510533795480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3864151510533795480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3864151510533795480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-463476141743986006</id><published>2009-07-24T22:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:57:53.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things have changed</title><content type='html'>..maybe it's better this way? I'm not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something that was really interesting on facebook, the best friends forever app on facebook. Supposedly, they make an assumption on who your best friends are that are on facebook. Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SmpyEBb7YFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hS7b4mkI_RY/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SmpyEBb7YFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hS7b4mkI_RY/s320/LOL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362223719768612946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 are definitely right. Not so sure about the last 3 though. It's so interesting mostly because all you literally have to do is click 1 button. lol soo weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-463476141743986006?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/463476141743986006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=463476141743986006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/463476141743986006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/463476141743986006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-have-changed.html' title='Things have changed'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SmpyEBb7YFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hS7b4mkI_RY/s72-c/LOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-4743301329933398102</id><published>2009-07-20T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:52:16.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>Ever since that night when me, Jon, Nate, and Troy drank some girl beers, I've been kinda laid back on the drinking thing. There were times while I was in school where I'd be like, I want some beer right now. It scares me a little. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-4743301329933398102?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/4743301329933398102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=4743301329933398102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4743301329933398102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4743301329933398102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-4710198097469689637</id><published>2009-07-13T01:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:32:50.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scares</title><content type='html'>So I'm taking summer classes now, and it's a total draggg. It sucks having to go to school in the summer. But I guess its fine as long as I get a good grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammy's doing pretty well, and is becoming more and more like a puppy. She's gotten me on the hand, and it sucked. That shit hurt. We brought her to a dog run in union square so that she can learn to socialize with other dogs. This one dog wanted to play with her but she didn't know how to react. The other dog licked her and she yelped like a pussy. LOL she didn't know that the other dog wanted to play. XD We need to get her licenced and get her final rabies shot before we can bring her to the dog run again, cause there's a huge possibility that we can be fined. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main thing that's been on my mind lately is the scare that me and Jon have going on right now. It sucks soo much, and I don't feel comfortable talking about it here. This time, it's worse than what we've faced before. And I didn't take plan B mostly because we're not 100% sure whether or not I have the possibility of being pregnant under the circumstances. Fckkk, I hate this so much. And it's his fault cause I told him to stop and he didn't. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So far, I haven't gotten my period, it's suppose to come sometime this week. Let's pray for it to come. And it sucks even more that I've been in the mood lately. EVEN after the incident. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want HIM to know that I'm not ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-4710198097469689637?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/4710198097469689637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=4710198097469689637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4710198097469689637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4710198097469689637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/07/scares.html' title='Scares'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-9073653026470684920</id><published>2009-06-22T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:36:35.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Blog: Day 4</title><content type='html'>Cammy seems to be way better and more socialized than when we first got her. It's a big improvement to see her walking around and playing with her lion toy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some things said and done that Jon and I wasn't comfortable with though.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering whether or not Cammy was hungry and hand fed her some food. Then I brought the bowl over to her bed and she ate it from there. Jeeves said not to baby her because she'll get spoiled and then she'll become a bitch dog. From my point of view, I just didn't want her to be malnourished or hungry just because she's lazy and didn't want to get up and eat. She's still a puppy. Jeeves also held her muzzle and hit it like how Jason does to his dog. Rob did the same thing later that night. Jon and I got angry about it later on, and Jon even said something about it to Rob when they were about to leave. It's a bad thing to do, especially when she didn't do anything wrong.  And actions like that can lead to a psychologically damaged dog. Which Jon and I are doing everything to prevent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that Kay was telling Rob that it's not his dog and he can't do anything he wants with her. A dog is a dog, but you have to be mindful enough to respect the owners of that dog. It's like if I had a baby and someone else just picks her up from the crib without asking me or Jon. You just don't do stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just wanted a quick update. Jon suggested I sleep over his house today to be able to have more bonding time with her because the guys had a lot of that while I was away. She had her first bath today too. I'll put up pictures of that later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures! I had to use flash because she was moving around alot and the pictures were coming out blurry. She's cute either way! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Skw4iwYjAWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rCwuNr95CyA/s1600-h/cammy+bath2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Skw4iwYjAWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rCwuNr95CyA/s200/cammy+bath2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353716226791244130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Skw4ifcK4aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PTYJvviYS4s/s1600-h/cammy+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Skw4ifcK4aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PTYJvviYS4s/s200/cammy+bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353716222243037602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-9073653026470684920?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/9073653026470684920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=9073653026470684920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/9073653026470684920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/9073653026470684920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/06/puppy-blog-day-4.html' title='Puppy Blog: Day 4'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Skw4iwYjAWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rCwuNr95CyA/s72-c/cammy+bath2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-8594836302280362298</id><published>2009-06-20T07:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:24:43.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Blog: Day 1</title><content type='html'>So we brought Cammy home last afternoon. She was amazingly cute, but very shy and scared. There were a lot of people at Jon's: Nate, Rob, Jeeves, and Rhistina. And I guess the fact that we were loud and that we were playing video games extended her stress from being apart from her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got used to the dog bed and lion stuffed animal that me and Jon bought for her after we took her out of the crate. We didn't want to touch her when she was in a scared state of mind, because that would be telling her that it's good for her to stay in that state of mind. (Dog Whisperer FTW)&lt;br /&gt;So we just tried to ignore her until she came out on her own. So after a couple of hours when she didn't come out, we just took her out ourselves. She didn't pee or poo since the night before and she didn't pee or poo the night after. When I woke up this morning, it was the first time she ate food and drank a good amount of water. I was so relieved. Right before she drank water, her nose was dry and I was worried that she was dehydrated. Up until the time that I left Jon's house to go home (for family reasons), she still has not went to the bathroom. Hopefully, she'll go sometime today. I'm planning on going back to Jon's after I deal with family stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm EXTREMELY happy about is that she took a liking to me. And prefers to sit or sleep by me. Also! My allergies did not act up the whole time I was there until 6AM today. So that's awesome, hopefully it'll continue to be that way. I had doubts about whether or not she would like me and stuff like that mostly because it would be like paying for a dog that didn't like me. So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one major thing that I was uncomfortable about though, and I hope it goes away soon for Cammy's sake: I was uncomfortable with him touching Cammy mostly because of some of the stuff that he said earlier this week when we were looking for the right food for her. It kinda pissed me off mostly because he would lecture me and Jon about how to take care of Cammy and missing his own dog when I remember clearly that walking his dog would be a hassle for him. AND he said that his dog was retarded, when Shiba Inus are one of the most intelligent dog breeds. It's all complicated and shit, I've been feeling like he's become more arrogant over some time and the way he's talked to me recently. Hopefully, I'll get over this feeling soon because if I don't Cammy will sense it and become uncomfortable with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be updating on Cammy's progress in transitioning over to her life here in New York. She's from Florida and lived on a farm. LOL, how cute. And her birthday is April 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning and fed her and put her on the wee wee pad, she seemed to be a little more active than yesterday. I think it was because it was nice and quiet, the tv volume was on low and she just ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of her 1st day will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;She was way more beautiful than what Jon and I ever imagined&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjzU9WoOupI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uKHeBOuWKoE/s1600-h/cammy+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjzU9WoOupI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uKHeBOuWKoE/s200/cammy+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349384607920732818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-8594836302280362298?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8594836302280362298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=8594836302280362298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8594836302280362298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8594836302280362298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/06/puppy-blog-day-1.html' title='Puppy Blog: Day 1'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjzU9WoOupI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uKHeBOuWKoE/s72-c/cammy+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-4836217289109918551</id><published>2009-06-19T00:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:40:05.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've done a blog about makeup. :D&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find a nice nude lipstick to go with whatever eyeshadow look I want to do, just so that it'd be a nice look overall. And I finally found some! &amp;amp; more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this street fair on Jon's block and there was a vendor there selling a lot of makeup for really cheap. AND then I spot MAC lipsticks for $6. The first thing I thought was that it was too good to be true and that they were fake. Well, I'm not entirely sure whether or not they were fake because the lipstick itself doesn't show signs of it. The only thing that makes me think that it's fake is that it doesn't have a label on the bottom of the tube saying the color name. There isn't even a label there. Anyway, I'm starting to find lip color to be really interesting to play and experiment with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick makes my lips look HUGE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsjskVErcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ODSKi3lKyOI/s1600-h/june+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsjskVErcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ODSKi3lKyOI/s200/june+2009+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908231005875650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sjsjs_gIoyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lojiFCppF-0/s1600-h/june+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sjsjs_gIoyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lojiFCppF-0/s200/june+2009+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908238300029730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to imitate the doll-like/ queen amidala lip. It looks weird mostly cause I forgot to put gloss and I didn't get better lighting until after this look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXqJcBvgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gNg3Y4w7GLE/s1600-h/june+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXqJcBvgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gNg3Y4w7GLE/s200/june+2009+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348894995288014338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXqU7C-6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/sQ7ZGqwQqrY/s1600-h/june+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXqU7C-6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/sQ7ZGqwQqrY/s200/june+2009+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348894998370909090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the color of the lipstick in the silver tube + the lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXqgjerHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R9aiSmZwqjM/s1600-h/june+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXqgjerHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R9aiSmZwqjM/s200/june+2009+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348895001493286002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This one's my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXq3xl0mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BMEdH7SOsPc/s1600-h/june+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXq3xl0mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BMEdH7SOsPc/s200/june+2009+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348895007726490210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nude MAC color + lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXrTOpj1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/iUyw8pDAntw/s1600-h/june+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsXrTOpj1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/iUyw8pDAntw/s200/june+2009+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348895015096127314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsjrrJncyI/AAAAAAAAAII/vtJu5YErlRw/s1600-h/june+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsjrrJncyI/AAAAAAAAAII/vtJu5YErlRw/s200/june+2009+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908215657001762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink MAC color + lipgloss&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sjsjr0EHvbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rlq3bg7lMno/s1600-h/june+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sjsjr0EHvbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rlq3bg7lMno/s200/june+2009+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908218049871282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsjsT5xWcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qlOtEQ_jqy4/s1600-h/june+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsjsT5xWcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qlOtEQ_jqy4/s200/june+2009+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908226596395458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since Cammy's coming later today, I'll be sure to update right away with all the cute pictures of her! YAY goo spiral arrow! XD&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-4836217289109918551?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/4836217289109918551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=4836217289109918551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4836217289109918551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4836217289109918551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/06/lipstick.html' title='Lipstick'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SjsjskVErcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ODSKi3lKyOI/s72-c/june+2009+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6865599662001252960</id><published>2009-06-01T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:07:41.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Banks</title><content type='html'>"Are supposed to help you keep your money, not take it away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the exact reason why my parents are on my ass right now. I recently signed up with HSBC because there's one near my house and one near Hunter and Brookdale campus. MAD convenient for me since I currently have to take a bus to my other bank. BUT, here's why they're all upset: HSBC charges a $3 maintenence fee to keep your checking account open every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad flipped like crazy. This is why he hates banks lol. He wanted me to close the account, the day that I signed up for it. I didn't want to though cause I was just there and it would've been embarassing. Little did I know that this would come to bite me in the ass like 2 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to go switch my checking account to a savings account. Here's the deal, if I close my checking account in less than 6 months, I get charged a $25 fee. Even if I close the checking and open a savings, I still get charged the fee. The lady said, if I came back the same day that I opened it, I would've been good. WOW. Shit, I'm not telling my dad that lmao he'd be pissed as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way for everyone to be happy, especially my parents is if I upgrade my checking account. The only way to upgrade and not get charged is if I have direct deposit from my job. WHICH I NEED REALLY BADLY CAUSE OF THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have applied to Red Lobster and Applebees (both in Queens Center/Queens Blvd.)&lt;br /&gt;I finished my resume a few mins ago, and I'm waiting on someone to check it and to see if it's okay and etc. Other than the restaurants, I have applications from Sephora and Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles. (I'm especially hoping on getting the restaurants right away because of how I know how to do CPR and work the AED.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more options, my plan is to send a shitload of applications out at the same time and see whatever I get back first. If anyone can help me with finding a job that can do Direct Deposit, pleaseeee let me know. I really need this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have the time listen to: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet Dreams &amp;amp; Starlight - David Nevue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sends a chill down my spine on how beautiful it sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6865599662001252960?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6865599662001252960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6865599662001252960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6865599662001252960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6865599662001252960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/06/banks.html' title='Banks'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6292248170305951888</id><published>2009-05-23T23:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:24:08.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>in its most natural form. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/ShjJH8cY5gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RnnbW9KEItQ/s1600-h/may+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/ShjJH8cY5gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RnnbW9KEItQ/s320/may+2009+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339238496569189890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/ShjJIb1QDkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zlNgN57ohPQ/s1600-h/may+2009+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/ShjJIb1QDkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zlNgN57ohPQ/s320/may+2009+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339238504994967106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/ShjJITEcHDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ax4iFyko3qY/s1600-h/may+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/ShjLtA_91eI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zsbtbTVFcTw/s320/may+2009+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339241332470568418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/ShjLs4wYxXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/S2N9-ULkBWs/s1600-h/may+2009+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/ShjLs4wYxXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/S2N9-ULkBWs/s320/may+2009+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339241330257741170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6292248170305951888?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6292248170305951888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6292248170305951888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6292248170305951888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6292248170305951888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/ShjJH8cY5gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RnnbW9KEItQ/s72-c/may+2009+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-7174431602171810938</id><published>2009-05-20T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:33:49.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to a Friend</title><content type='html'>Calm down&lt;br /&gt;Deep breaths&lt;br /&gt;And get yourself dressed instead&lt;br /&gt;Of running around&lt;br /&gt;And pulling all your threads and&lt;br /&gt;Breaking yourself up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken part, replace it&lt;br /&gt;If it’s a broken arm then brace it&lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken heart then face it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold your own&lt;br /&gt;Know your name&lt;br /&gt;And go your own way&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own&lt;br /&gt;Know your name&lt;br /&gt;And go your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on&lt;br /&gt;Help is on the way&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the details in the fabric&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you panic?&lt;br /&gt;Are your thoughts results of static cling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you blow&lt;br /&gt;Hell, no reason, go on and scream&lt;br /&gt;If you're shocked it's just the fault&lt;br /&gt;Of faulty manufacturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Everything in no time at all&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own&lt;br /&gt;And know your name&lt;br /&gt;Go your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Everything in no time at all&lt;br /&gt;Hearts will hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Details in the Fabric - Jason Mraz &amp;amp; James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cJBzU_QLA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cJBzU_QLA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know who you are and most especially I hope you're doing okay. &lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-7174431602171810938?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/7174431602171810938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=7174431602171810938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/7174431602171810938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/7174431602171810938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedicated-to-friend.html' title='Dedicated to a Friend'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-3398468965987355566</id><published>2009-05-16T11:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:51:32.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spoiledBRAT</title><content type='html'>Me and Jon went to Times Square yesterday to go buy Brian a toy for his birthday. I ended up buying us lunch/dinner and he ended up buying the $8 toy. I wake up and Brian sees the toy and he's so excited and happy, but like an hour later he comes into  my room saying that he doesn't like one of the small action figures. A few minutes later after that he said he's going to give the toy Jon bought him to his friend. Wow, I shouldn't have gotten him anything. Mad spoiled, mad bratty. Fck it if he already opened it, I think I'm gonna return it. Especially if Jon used his money to buy him a toy and he's just gonna give it to someone else. That shit just pisses me off, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-3398468965987355566?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3398468965987355566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=3398468965987355566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3398468965987355566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3398468965987355566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/05/spoiledbrats.html' title='spoiledBRAT'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6341833009652601940</id><published>2009-05-15T03:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T03:27:30.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriends</title><content type='html'>By the way I heard him laughing, she really is his best friend. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6341833009652601940?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6341833009652601940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6341833009652601940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6341833009652601940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6341833009652601940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/05/bestfriends.html' title='Bestfriends'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6710395836041966122</id><published>2009-05-13T15:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:28:34.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling the fcking pressure. FUCKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I skipped english yesterday because I didn't finish my paper. It's now due tmrw, starting with a grade lower. So I start off with a B and go down from there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last psych test tmrw. And she doens't drop this grade if it happens to be the lowest one. Yikes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music concert report is due on Friday. Thank god we got to see the concerts. I thought we weren't going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music final is on next tuesday with English and Chem final on next Thursday. I really need to concentrate on chem cause I thought I had a B- but I actually have a C. Fck blackboard, they made me think I had room for mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Basically, this semester is alot more stressful than last mostly cause I was a part time student last semester. Damn, this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6710395836041966122?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6710395836041966122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6710395836041966122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6710395836041966122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6710395836041966122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-2145780383256932395</id><published>2009-05-11T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:31:00.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span&gt;Change has to start somewhere...and in general I find that people who place so much emphasis on image and/or are insistent on judging others based on appearance are tremendously insecure within themselves. Simple psychology really. I guess my point was "Have fun with makeup, let it be an art, but don't let it feed your insecurities further to the point where you can't leave the house without it on. And I know it's all hippy(ish) but work on loving yourself and become "secure" with your insecurities. Realize it's not THAT big of a deal. Go against the grain. Screw the magazines, the media etc and everyone who's told you "You should look like _____" since the day you were born. The more we work on knowing who we are, loving and accepting that person, flaws and all, the less likely we are to care about our so-called "flaws". No one is "perfect". Ads are airbrushed and faces and bodies are sculpted with plastic surgery - is that real? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's up to us as individuals to make a change within ourselves and hopefully raise our kids once we have them, or if we have them not to buy into this crap. Because at the rate our society is going, by the time I have kids, I wouldn't be surprised if a 6 year old asked for a nose job. I was in Target a few months ago and 4 year old told her mom "Mommy, I dont like this shirt, it makes me look fat." WTF ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? And the ads and media will stay the same because it's all fueled by $$ Think about how much women spend on weight loss pills, gym memberships, plastic surgery, cosmetics, acne treatment, wrinkle creams etc. If they could, they'd be selling us new eyes! Oh wait! they do. Colored contacts. So it has to start with us and be passed down in our own lineage. And any one of my friends would tell you I am very vocal to them and anyone who will listen about the importance of not judging other people and learning to be comfortable with and loving yourself." -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MakeupbyRisa @ youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-2145780383256932395?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/2145780383256932395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=2145780383256932395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2145780383256932395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2145780383256932395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspirational.html' title='Inspirational'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-1333319308829281492</id><published>2009-05-10T11:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:08:15.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>is turning out to be a bad day for me. I ended up sleeping over Jon's house last night as a result of him and Rob playing games until 2am. By that time, I don't want to take the train, so Jon suggested that we take the train early in the morning. Unfortunately, he was butt tired from cleaning his apartment all night so we woke up late. We ended up getting the wrong size envelope for our mother's day card for my mom, so we had to exchange it. I saw some awesome flowers near Jon's house and decided to get some but they all looked like someone sat on them. THEN, I found even more awesome flowers so being short of cash, I went to the WaMu bank and used their ATM. They charged me $3 for using the ATM and said that depending on what bank I use, I might get charged again. &amp;amp; Knowing my bank, they probably will charge me. I called my mom first thing in the morning and she didn't pick up the phone. I just wanted to tell her that I was coming home so that I could go with them to celebrate mother's day. Then I called Kristina, she said that mom was home and was probably mad that I wasn't there. Okay, I understand that. So knowing she was mad, I start to head home even though I planned on meeting them up at my aunts house cause that's where we were going to celebrate mother's day. So, I get home and no ones there except for Neil. He doesn't even know where they are. I check the messages to see if they got my message. They deleted my message and didn't even call me back. Kristina didn't bring her cellphone so I don't know how to contact them. I call nanay and she said that she told my mom to go to my aunt's house at 3pm. Usually we go there earlier, so I'm guessing that they already left to go there. So now I make another hour trip just to go to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called nanay, I got so pissed/upset because it's not like I meant to sleep over or anything like that. I just hate taking the train during that time of the night. Technically, I could've spent mother's day with Jon's family cause they were inviting me and all. But I wanted to make it up for my mom by coming home and giving her the gifts I bought and stuff. Now that I know that they just left without me, without even giving me a call just plain hurts. And I guess it's kinda ironic how when I can't talk to Jon, I go on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It puts even more stress on me on how I have to help Jon edit his art project tonight, do my music take home quiz, and my 5-7 page english paper. I'm worried because we didn't see the concert last night, and we still have to write a paper on that too. Blackboard screwed up my chem grades so when I thought I had a B-, I actually had a C. Now it all depends on the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand how if I'm not home in the morning, you can be upset especially if it's mother's day. But to not call me back and not even wait for me to get home hurts alot. Now what? She probably expects me to take the bus to my aunt's house, but I don't even wanna see her right now. This just reminds me of all the times she made me feel like shit, and it's mother's day- you're supposed to be grateful for everything your mother has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, what an overreaction. This day didn't turn out bad after all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-1333319308829281492?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1333319308829281492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=1333319308829281492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1333319308829281492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1333319308829281492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-460593072555792504</id><published>2009-05-05T01:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:18:13.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp;! when I get the chance I'll be putting up more makeup pictures (I'm thinking in entering in a contest) and pictures of my awesome hair colorrrr! Gah, so awesomee. Anyway, I'm waiting for Jon to come over right now. LOL. And stupid blackboard is down at the worst possible time. Now, I have noo idea what to do for my psych extra credit and it's due tmrw! Yikes. I think I'll just wing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-460593072555792504?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/460593072555792504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=460593072555792504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/460593072555792504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/460593072555792504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-8335461447440247469</id><published>2009-04-12T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:34:14.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>It's scary shit, especially if you've never taken a driver's ed class.&lt;br /&gt;There's some crazy and dumb people out there on the road. Oh and I scratched the bottom of my van, poor baby. My dad had me thinking that I cracked the front side near the lights but he was joking. I thought he was serious the wholeee day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I get distracted soo easily though, it scares me. I was driving and I was like "OMG WHAT A CUTE DOGG" cause there was a dog in the car next to mine... and I wasn't watching the road. Good thing my mom was panicking. Then again, she panics telling me to slow down, when I've had my foot on the break for like 30 secs. And then I have to halt to a sharp stop to make her stop yelling "SLOW DOWN, BREAAAAAAAAAAAAK" loll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-8335461447440247469?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8335461447440247469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=8335461447440247469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8335461447440247469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8335461447440247469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-9055951972697638651</id><published>2009-04-08T22:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:54:54.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>2nd night in a row! Resident Evil with Rob. I hope it doesn't get loud so I can sleep this time. My pits smell cause I forgot to put on deodorant on Monday. Last night it smelled like grapefruit, now not so much. The smell isn't that bad though so the only thing that's bothering me is the fact that I'm sweating like crazy. WHY MUST IT BE SO GODDAMN HOT IN HIS APARTMENT. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the zombies. I hate zombies. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind anymore cause Rob and Tony are over instead of Nate. I don't know why I don't like Nate. He's an okay guy, semi funny- but only funny cause it's like "haha you're mad weird/stupid" funny. Rob and Tony are much more chill and it's like things with friends are getting back on track. Thanks for the talk, Kay. That text from Jon was an SOS from us, I'm guessing Jon thought that only you would get the hint or feel that something was wrong. That was the only text that Jon sent that was so blunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-9055951972697638651?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/9055951972697638651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=9055951972697638651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/9055951972697638651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/9055951972697638651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/04/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-1168425921353304833</id><published>2009-04-07T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:39:43.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the worst</title><content type='html'>days ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I only thought that I had to deal with the stress from Hunter net being down, 2 english papers and a psych test all on the same day. THE LAST DAY BEFORE SPRING BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pressure and stress under control, but you know what? Something just HAD to change for the worst. I was running for the bus and I dropped my ipod and this bitch decides to steal it. I even saw her pick it up. Then, I confronted her about it and she still lied. I was already late for my class and when I called Jon he said "you already had your chance, just come to hunter". Fine. So I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the classes, I went looking for Jon thinking that he would be waiting for me, just like usual. But you know what, he wasn't there. I got out of class at 8:15 and waited until 8:30. I called his cellphone 10 times during that time and Nate's cellphone once. I knew they would've gone to Gamestop or something to get the new Resident Evil game. But, NO ANSWER. I finally called Jon's house phone at 8:30 only to find out that he's there. He said that he texted me, but it didn't go through. Gee, thanks for waiting for me. Even if they had gone to Gamestop they had an hour to get back to Hunter and wait for me so we could all go back to Jon's together. Now I'm at Jon's and him and Nate are playing the game. Even Jon's nanay was like "oh, he didn't tell you he wasn't gonna wait for you" and I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ipod being lost isn't that big of a deal, it's just that it has ALOT of sentimental value. And it was just the factor that made me fcking explode. And when I mean explode I actually mean cry because that's how my body and mind decides to deal with the epitome of anger. And now, look he's just playing there. And I'm angry as hell, especially cause I think that Nate AND a stupid game are the factors that make him just act not as sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when games get in the way of our relationship. I can't blame him for Nate I guess, cause we've been doubting stuff with our friends and all. Whatever, yo. Fck this day. I even yelled FML after I dropped my ipod. I hope karma is a big fat bitch to that big fat bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-1168425921353304833?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1168425921353304833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=1168425921353304833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1168425921353304833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1168425921353304833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-worst.html' title='One of the worst'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-4010325237646496407</id><published>2009-04-07T02:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:42:08.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the real.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be honest and blunt about this, cause it bothers me whenever it happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE it when I find out that I don't get invited to something.&lt;br /&gt;And that includes BEFORE, DURING, and AFTER the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for calling me a "friend" if you're not even gonna include me.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm starting to doubt what I mean to the people who are closest to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-4010325237646496407?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/4010325237646496407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=4010325237646496407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4010325237646496407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4010325237646496407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-real.html' title='On the real.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-5285656860818396933</id><published>2009-04-05T00:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:14:50.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup</title><content type='html'>Here's the latest makeup I've done. Kristina was bored so she wanted me to do makeup on her too.&lt;br /&gt;I used foundation, concealer, blush, eyeshadows, liner, and mascara.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blues and purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sdg86SHRviI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NwiYTryyQwc/s1600-h/makeup+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sdg86SHRviI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NwiYTryyQwc/s320/makeup+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321069931730681378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sdg863PyBWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dHp9ZcCWLos/s1600-h/makeup+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5285656860818396933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5285656860818396933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/04/makeup.html' title='Makeup'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sdg86SHRviI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NwiYTryyQwc/s72-c/makeup+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-9126376290160542934</id><published>2009-04-04T02:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:03:47.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>Today's horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgment means alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true for both me and Jon.&lt;br /&gt;"What do I mean to my friends?"&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation about this was very depressing, yet true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-9126376290160542934?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/9126376290160542934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, STILL thinking that the whole AJ Rafael thing was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, I didn't even meet the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta check my texts again.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-2763724036383329706?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/2763724036383329706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=2763724036383329706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2763724036383329706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2763724036383329706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-2958758077110478146</id><published>2009-03-30T00:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:53:10.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ColorGenics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had to take it twice for it to become more accurate. The first time I chose my favorite color instead of the color I felt most "in harmony" with. Either they're really accurate OR its psudo-science, they make things general enough for people to believe that it suits their personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll update with a makeup blog soon. I've been wanting to play around with my makeup for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: Leila&lt;br /&gt;  Date: 3/30/2009&lt;br /&gt;  Colorgenics Number: 43215670&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;       &lt;p&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your mind is never at rest.You are continually striving to influence all those about you. You have some excellent ideas but you persist in trying to persuade others just how great your ideas really are. Maybe you are trying too hard. Take it easy - remember, 'Everything comes to those who wait'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are very orderly, methodical and self sufficient. You demand and need the respect, recognition and understanding of all those who enter into your sphere on influence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being a very proud individual, you tend to hold yourself aloof pretending that you are stoical - indifferent to pain and pleasure. This is not so, for in truth you are an extremely emotional individual, one that may make a hasty decision and perhaps regret it at leisure. It is time now to break the bond of detachment and be the 'you' that you would like to be - give vent to your emotions and enjoy yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is said that we are all influenced by our environment and indeed you are no exception. It would seem at this time that even though you may be surrounded by people, you are experiencing an inner loneliness. Fortunately you are sufficiently strong minded to realize that life has a great deal to offer you and that you may miss your share of experiences if you fail to make the best use of every opportunity. You therefore pursue your objectives with a fierce intensity and are prepared to commit yourself deeply and readily. You believe that whatever you would like to do or think 'you can do' - you do! It is because of this attitude that you may be considered by others as arrogant and even conceited, but its fair to say that whatever it is that you really want out of life you will put your heart and soul into it and will not take 'NO' for an answer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being afraid that you may be prevented from achieving your hopes and dreams is making you anxious and nervous. As a dreamer your ideas can at times move into the realm of fantasy and you could be following that so called illusive dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-2958758077110478146?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/2958758077110478146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=2958758077110478146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2958758077110478146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2958758077110478146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/03/colorgenics.html' title='ColorGenics'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-5126619427768637544</id><published>2009-03-22T14:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:07:43.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost.</title><content type='html'>It's scary when things get out of hand and you feel yourselves about to fall.&lt;br /&gt;I was scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-5126619427768637544?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/5126619427768637544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=5126619427768637544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5126619427768637544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5126619427768637544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost.html' title='Almost.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-1487981767549447595</id><published>2009-03-17T00:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:08:19.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup Update</title><content type='html'>So yeah like I said, I think I've been getting soo much better. I decided to do this look called "Barbie after midnight". You'll see xsparkage do this look if you search on youtube. Anyway, I was rushing and just playing around so I kinda messed up. One eye looks better than the other and yadayada. I'll put up a better look later on. It's just that I decided to do this instead of studying for my psych test. =X But hollaa for two posts in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sb8pjYF3rsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aGoMW_G7x2s/s1600-h/kristina+science+project+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sb8pjYF3rsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aGoMW_G7x2s/s320/kristina+science+project+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314011773059706562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sb8pjLVN63I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9GP4Ud9RLOU/s1600-h/kristina+science+project+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sb8pjLVN63I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9GP4Ud9RLOU/s320/kristina+science+project+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314011769634417522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sb8pi6QbQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/6lyDgYGftzU/s1600-h/kristina+science+project+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sb8pi6QbQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/6lyDgYGftzU/s320/kristina+science+project+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314011765050917826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sb8pim7L1eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Vlr2R7zSWY0/s1600-h/kristina+science+project+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sb8pim7L1eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Vlr2R7zSWY0/s320/kristina+science+project+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314011759861552610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got the vogue magazine that Joel gave me for xmas. There's so many editorial modeling shots and makeup. It's going on my wall for sureee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-1487981767549447595?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1487981767549447595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=1487981767549447595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1487981767549447595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1487981767549447595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/03/makeup-update.html' title='Makeup Update'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/Sb8pjYF3rsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aGoMW_G7x2s/s72-c/kristina+science+project+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-5293234086170556053</id><published>2009-03-16T17:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:04:34.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>had open call casting yesterday for girls 5'7" and under. AND I MISSED IT. fck.&lt;br /&gt;It was on the news this morning and I had totally forgotten about it during the weekend. When I told my mom she told me that I should've went. Damn, I really missed my chance on that one. One of the reasons why I've wanted to go onto the show was because it would've been an awesomee experience. Not to mention, I'd throw it into this girl's face. LOLLL. She went to the open call casting, but daaamn she doesn't even look that good. And she doesn't look good in her pictures where she's trying to be model-esque, yeah I got vocab. LOL. Also, one of my friends said that "If she gets into the show, I'm never watching it ever again." It's funny cause she thinks everyone likes her at Hunter, but SORRY, THEY DONT. Gahd, I think I'm slowing turning into a bitch cause of all the mean stuff I've been saying. But I guess it's true. Even Jon doesn't like her, after every time she passes by he makes a face like he's going to vomit or something. haha. Anyway, I hope Top Model does another one of these under 5'7" shows, cause I'd totally be in there. AND! I know some really pretty &amp; nice girls who'd be awesome for the show! WE NEED SOME ASIANS UP IN THERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, anyways. I just had to update cause those thoughts have been in my head since Friday. And, I needed to get them out before I study for my psych test. Gah, wish me luck. I'll do more makeup stuff later on, I think I'm getting really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-5293234086170556053?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/5293234086170556053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=5293234086170556053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5293234086170556053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5293234086170556053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/03/americas-next-top-model.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-4991332505306532603</id><published>2009-03-09T23:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:18:51.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loungin' &amp; Honesty</title><content type='html'>So it was Tony's birthday on Saturday and on Friday he and Raisa decided to go to this Mexican place downtown called Chevys (LOL like the car). MY GOD. The quesadillas Jon and I shared were soo good. Oh and I had my first fried ice cream there. Yumms. You know I like mah foodz. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I met Clarita for the first time and she was soo nice. She brought all of use to this lounge called Play on Queens Blvd. And for my first time in a place like that, it wasn't bad at all. It was actually really fun and funny. The only thing was that the drinks there were overpriced! lol, it's not like I like drinks anyway. But, it was a special occasion! :D Haha, Jon's still pretty upset that shot cost him $10. He said if he was going to pay $10 it's going to be for a stronger drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was kinda stressful for some people though. While we were having dinner Clarita's boyfriend broke up with her because he found out that Ryan was there. Wow, what a douchebag. And you could even see it too, right after she got the text from him. But then she put on her happy face, of course for Tony and Raisa. Thenn, later on at Play her boyfriend showed up and I guess everything was okay. That guy is kinda OD though cause the reason why he doesn't like Ryan (according to Ryan) was because she kept calling him to pick her up one time or something. Andd, another stressful thing was Clint. If I had a dollar for every time he pulled this shit I wouldn't be broke right now. He seriously has no right whatsoever to be mad or act the way he acted without Kay knowing what she did wrong or what was wrong. Okay and the thing that gets me the most, was that he told Kay that he was "giving her space" but when he responded to Jon saying that Kay wanted to dance with him, he said "she looks fine to me". Kinda contradictory there, buddy. If you give someone space and you're not mad, usually you'd be happy to keep holding hands, keep enjoying yourself and heck, even dance with her after someone mentions that she wants to dance with you. Obviously, there was something more because "she looks fine to me" isn't "giving her space". I don't knowww, it just doesn't make any sense. And the thing is, that it's happened soo many times! THIS IS WHERE HONESTY COMES IN. Even if you have your goddamn pride, even if it's too hard to say. Just say what's wrong. That way it's out in the open, you can have a conversation about it, she'll know what to do and what not to do. You don't have to say it right away, if you need to give yourself a breath or two and then say it. There have been times when Jon and I would be fighting and he asks what's wrong or why this, and yeah I have my pride (which is one of the reasons why I quit Constellation) and it would take a minute or two to say it out loud. Oh I'm jealous, or I don't like it when you do this. Whatever it may be. This is one of the things that I feel is very much immature about him. Because I feel that it might be one of the things that's holding them back from going to the next level in their relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping an honest relationship really does work. That way, you know what makes him jealous, angry, happy, whatever. Or if you're jealous, angry, etc., he knows what to do and what not to do. If it's something serious like doubts, you talk it out. Talk about your feelings, why you feel that way. Sometimes being honest is harder on the relationship, but in the long run it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-4991332505306532603?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/4991332505306532603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=4991332505306532603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4991332505306532603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4991332505306532603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/03/loungin-honesty.html' title='Loungin&apos; &amp; Honesty'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-3788700431379450137</id><published>2009-03-01T23:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:32:36.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Search</title><content type='html'>My next makeup target would be a really good and cheap blush/bronzer/skin finish that will help me not look so pale whenever I put my foundation on. LOL. One of Kristina's best friends gave me some foundation and really good concealer for free! :D&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool cause it was from Maybelline. And the thing about drugstore brand makeup is that you can't test them out in the store, so when you buy it you won't really know how it'll look/feel when you put it on. That was the case with my last foundation and with Kristina's friend. The thing is, they have those clear thingys which help you match your skin color to the makeup color and um... the skin on my hand is lighter than the skin on my face. lmao. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I always end up with a lighter foundation than I'm supposed to have. It's okay though, cause all I need is a blush/bronzer powder so that it won't look so obvious that I'm wearing makeup. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm eyeing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Faced: Mini Pink Leopard Bronzing Powder&lt;br /&gt;$12.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a248.g.akamai.net/7/248/8278/20081216040047/www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P229408/P229408_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://a248.g.akamai.net/7/248/8278/20081216040047/www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P229408/P229408_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons why I'm eyeing these products is that they're pretty cheap. I'm definitely not going over $30 for this and am skeptical on paying for something around the $20 range. So, hopefully I'll be able to find something online for a good drugstore brand bronzer/blush/powder so I wouldn't have to spend so much. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES MAKEUP HAVE TO BE SO EXPENSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;gah. That only gives me more determiniation to get a job at Sephora so that I could get a employee discount. But getting a job will be for later or something, or when my mom decides to move to Florida. ;-; I'll talk about that in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laater.&lt;3 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coastalscents.com/cfwebstore/images/products/Pallets/10pcs_blush_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.coastalscents.com/cfwebstore/images/products/Pallets/10pcs_blush_300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gah, that's a total done deal. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is, that I wish they had them in smaller cases cause I'd want to put it in my bag. But then again, when have I ever brought my makeup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**edit x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went to Sephora today anyway. And OMG, I looveee the Stila blush that I found. The color was soo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stila Cheek Color Duo- Limited Edition&lt;br /&gt;$24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a248.g.akamai.net/7/248/8278/20060525180047/www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P146237/P146237_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 235px;" src="http://a248.g.akamai.net/7/248/8278/20060525180047/www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P146237/P146237_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color looked soo nice, and it looked like it had alot of product in it also. I'm only skeptical because it's kinda expensive. But still, the only competition that it has for me is the Coastal Scents blush palette. The downside to that palette though is that I don't know how the colors would look on my skin. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO I DO?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of just buying the palette and using the extra money left over that I would've used to buy the Stila blush on buying a blush brush at CVS. THEY HAVE DISCOUNT BRUSHES! :D&lt;br /&gt;We'll have to see cause SHIPPING IS A BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-3788700431379450137?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3788700431379450137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=3788700431379450137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3788700431379450137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3788700431379450137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/03/search.html' title='Search'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-1083770598078667443</id><published>2009-02-27T12:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:26:10.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a few..</title><content type='html'>people piss me off and annoy me so much. There's this girl at hunter that's soo annoyingg. God. I found myself saying "shut up" and I don't usually say stuff like that, I usually keep it in and try to endure. But this girl is really annoying, I don't know why anyone likes her here, and it seems like alot of people do. She's mad loud, like unneccessarily loud. Gah, and it's funny cause I'm typing this while she's in front of me. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more about her later. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so last night, OMFG he did something that pissed me off soo much. He came to Jon's house, and ordered pad thai and stuff. And then he goes into Jon's fridge and without asking, he takes a coke can that Jon happened to be saving for me. AND! HE ALREADY HAD A THAI ICED TEA. wtf. Sorry, although we're all close friends and stuff, THAT WAS SO RUDE. MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he can be so selfish. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-1083770598078667443?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1083770598078667443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=1083770598078667443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1083770598078667443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1083770598078667443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-few.html' title='Only a few..'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-2035402747989749751</id><published>2009-02-25T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:15:08.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>it's doesn't seem to be at queens village anymore. Don't get me wrong, I like going home and stuff, but it's been a hassle for Jon and me for 3 years! -.-&lt;br /&gt;And now, I just sleep over his house on Tuesdays and sometimes Fridays cause I don't have class the next day! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the airbed my parents got him, I hope he doesn't forget to pay them back...&lt;br /&gt;But I hope Jon's breathing problems go away. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;I got knocked out last night.. Paper mache, Chinese food, and Final Fantasy... soo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-2035402747989749751?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/2035402747989749751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=2035402747989749751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2035402747989749751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/2035402747989749751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/02/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-4644983843284528537</id><published>2009-02-24T03:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:54:13.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up</title><content type='html'>I knocked out around 10-11 right before I was going to start my english paper that's due today. I woke up around 3am and now I'm just starting the paper. I hate my english class, my teacher is like a high school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I was browsing the internet and stuff (unfortunately, I'm procrastinating my paper at 3am) I started to feel sad mostly cause I'm not even sure what my relationship to her is anymore. Honestly, the last time we hung out after a long break of not seeing each other, it was awkward. And it's kinda sad and hurts sometimes cause whenever we make a plan or something like that, initially I get really excited. "Yes, we get to hang out. It's been so long." But then, I start to get doubtful. Mostly cause she doesn't pull through. She decides not to go or something happens last minute. And that's how I got here. I'm confused, and it's sad because I don't want to be confused. I want to know, "yes, she's my best friend" And, no I don't doubt that we're best friends but I hate the awkward and sad feeling that I get whenever my sister asks me "Is she still your best friend? It's been a while since you guys hung out, how come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to seem like I'm blaming her for my feelings, cause I don't. But I'm starting to get really tired of saying something and not pulling through. It's beginning to get really predictable, and I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this seems to come from nowhere. But I've been keeping it in because I don't want to make my doubt any bigger than it's supposed to be. I don't want what happened to Rosalie and Theresa to happen to us. I just miss the old days.&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-4644983843284528537?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/4644983843284528537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=4644983843284528537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4644983843284528537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/4644983843284528537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/02/waking-up.html' title='Waking up'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6390553731252446296</id><published>2009-01-30T08:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:19:45.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy, Lab, and Bums</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is waayy overdue and I've been procrastinating ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sometime earlier this week my mom told me that she was getting laid off and that St. John's Queens Hospital is going to close down. She went to rallys and stuff to keep it open, but I guess it's all going downhill because of the economy. That isn't so bad, because hopefully she'll get another job. I mean, the reason why everyone says being a nurse is really good is cause you can't run out of a job. The only thing is that she kinda has everyone worried. OR just me and Kristina. LOL. The other day she told me and Kristina that we're going to have to line up at the food pantry on hillside. -.- Jon's mom told me to tell her to look on the website of Mount Sinai Hospital cause there are openings, but there's only one PACU (I have no idea what that is LOL) opening and it's part-time. There are a whole bunch of openings for emergency room nurses but when I told my mom to apply for that, she said that "it's hard". My reasoning is that thousands of people are going to get laid off because businesses are closing down and she should be happy that there are openings for a nurse with an associates degree. (She's only had 2 years of college from QCC, HOLLA KAY LOL) So like I mentioned before, she's been worrying Kristina and me mostly because she keeps saying that she's moving to Florida to find a job there. When I asked her why, she said that "It's warm and I can't stand the cold anymore." LOLL, wtf? Technically, hasn't it been warmer than most years? haha, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic, I'm here at Brookdale Campus on 25th and 1st Ave and I've been here since like 7am. WTF, right? Well, it's cause I have chem lab here at 8:30am and Jon told me that if you're late they don't let you in the lab.. and if you miss 2 experiments, then you get like 10% off your lab grade. ;-; So I definitely don't want to be late. And OMFG THAT REMINDS ME. ABDC LAST NIGHT WAS SOOO GOOD. GOD, GO QUEST CREW, BEAT FREAKS, AND STRIKERS ALL STARS. Oh and I think the two Filipino guys in Quest Crew are soo hot. zOMGGGG. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, so on my way to Brookdale Campus this morning, I was at 179th street with a whole bunch of early morning commuters and there's this guy. He had a torn sweatshirt and 2 luggage bags. I didn't notice it a first, but he smelled really bad. He had the bum smell. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually doesn't bother me, mostly cause how else are they going to shower, you know? But lately my tolerance has been growing thin. And it's not just bums in general. Most of the time, it's the black bums. I don't know why, maybe it's just me and my exposure to black bums, but damn. It's like standing next to a black guy who hasn't showered in a long time or has really bad BO, plus the added "I pissed myself but haven't had anything to wipe with and so I'm gonna let it dry" smell. And it's not like I'm even standing next to them either. Most of the time, I'm really far away. It's just really  hard to hide my disgust now. I don't mean to sound racist either, it's just I've been exposed to alot of bums and most of them just happen to be black. There's only 1 bum that I know that's white and smelled really bad- and it was the guy near hoffman park, on the way to Kay's Middle Village house. But strangely enough, he disappeared. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to update cause lots of things have been going on. And I had time to kill. I seriously hope I get a good lab partner today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6390553731252446296?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6390553731252446296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6390553731252446296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6390553731252446296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6390553731252446296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/01/economy-lab-and-bums.html' title='Economy, Lab, and Bums'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-8871570699957523906</id><published>2009-01-16T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:58:07.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup.</title><content type='html'>So I went out the other day with Jon. I was going to do a nude eyelid with some gold or brown in the outer corner/crease. But, he convinced me to do green instead! And I thought it looked pretty good and waaay better than that nude thing. LOLL. I don't think nude colors work for my skin tone. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, here's the picture. I took more, but they didn't look as good as in real life. This is the only picture that I thought deemed worthy. hahah. Oh and when I took a picture with Jon, the makeup looked REALLY ugly in the picture. I don't know why. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SXFko8QsalI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_akbqWNh2OU/s1600-h/makeup+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SXFko8QsalI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_akbqWNh2OU/s320/makeup+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292121691670735442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I slept over Jon's house! I haven't slept well during the past few sleepovers, mostly cause his couch is too tiny for the both of  us. lol, anyway it was fun. I got Cooking Mama for the DS. IT'S SOO GREAT. zOMG. The next one will be even better since it has a plot lol. There's this glitch in the game whenever you go to put breadcrumbs on something. Like while you're making Shrimp Tempura and fried pork or chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20070326/cookingmama_270x306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 306px;" src="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20070326/cookingmama_270x306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKING MAMA FTW!&lt;br /&gt;Laaater ~nya! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-8871570699957523906?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8871570699957523906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=8871570699957523906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8871570699957523906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8871570699957523906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/01/makeup.html' title='Makeup.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SXFko8QsalI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_akbqWNh2OU/s72-c/makeup+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6020842541815086143</id><published>2009-01-11T23:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:03:02.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I said before that I got a haircut. :D&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what it looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrGxWh9j0I/AAAAAAAAADo/tHi2vTPddyg/s1600-h/WebCam_20081216_1332.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrGxWh9j0I/AAAAAAAAADo/tHi2vTPddyg/s320/WebCam_20081216_1332.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290259263463984962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrGx2JYeNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AbhSy2watwE/s1600-h/WebCam_20090106_2107.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrGx2JYeNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AbhSy2watwE/s320/WebCam_20090106_2107.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290259271950825682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrGxpEklpI/AAAAAAAAADw/fzdAVPVE-NQ/s1600-h/WebCam_20090105_2350.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrGxpEklpI/AAAAAAAAADw/fzdAVPVE-NQ/s320/WebCam_20090105_2350.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290259268440987282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And zOMG! I got my 88 palette yesterday! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrIgCpSRzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WN99nJZHXBY/s1600-h/WebCam_20090111_2323.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrIgCpSRzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WN99nJZHXBY/s320/WebCam_20090111_2323.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290261165091473202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's soo cool, the only thing that surprised me about it was that it was smaller than i expected. LOL. But yeah, I used it for my sister's and brother's birthday party yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, you can't really tell in the picture. But, I used the same colors on my shirt (It's the Way of the Warrior shirt from Jinx). And I tried taking close-ups of the eye colors but it wasn't working. I don't think the colors were vibrant enough for you to tell what colors they were in the pictures. After all, they were pastel-ish colors, I didn't want anything out there. (It was a family party) But if I had to describe what the colors looked like, it would have to be a cotton candy pink melting into a cotton candy blue. XD&lt;br /&gt;It was soo cute. I was really happy. Oh, and for some reason I look "not like myself" (that's what Jon said) in this picture and extremely Chinese. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrJuz_CkPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_NI7DBAk5ng/s1600-h/winter+08-09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrJuz_CkPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_NI7DBAk5ng/s320/winter+08-09+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290262518365851890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so lately I've been spending my vacation on sleeping and Gaia Online. XD&lt;br /&gt;Because I started to watch Tsubasa Chronicles, the clothes of the characters reminded me of the clothes from Gaia so I revisited it, and I've been on it ever since. It's basically like an anime avatar site and stuff. There's this whole website called Tektek.org that's dedicated to gaia and helps people find their "dream avatar". It's basically like a dress up site for the avatar with every item that gaia has to offer. After you're finished making your dream avatar, they give you a summary of how much gold it will cost to make it, based on the current marketplace standings. In fact, it kinda reminds me a little of WoW and the auction house and gold farming and all. I'm pretty close to making my &lt;a href="http://www.tektek.org/avatar/23216836"&gt;dream avatar&lt;/a&gt;. I have everything except for the scarf and the gothic veil. LOL. Soo yeah, if you get into gaia, my username is herxserenity. Jon plays too, but not as much as me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of my sister and me via webcam. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrJu20di9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/CbSPpOIHr-I/s1600-h/WebCam_20090106_1805%282%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrJu20di9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/CbSPpOIHr-I/s320/WebCam_20090106_1805%282%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290262519126789074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1036329132112483375-6020842541815086143?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6020842541815086143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6020842541815086143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6020842541815086143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6020842541815086143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SWrGxWh9j0I/AAAAAAAAADo/tHi2vTPddyg/s72-c/WebCam_20081216_1332.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-5769411772392162737</id><published>2009-01-10T01:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:47:24.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>BROADWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, so today I went to see The Phantom of the Opera with several of my family members, all of whom were senior citizens except for my cousin Julia. I have to say, this is my second time seeing a broadway show and it was pretty amazing. The first one I saw was Les Miserables last fall. And I saw it with Jon and his mom and some of her friends. We had first row seats, and it was amazing! I could've touched Lea Salonga if I wanted to LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to Phantom of the Opera. Although I didn't have amazing seats this time, (we were up on the second floor above the balcony seats and to the left) it was still amazing to see such a great play. And yes, I admit, I didn't understand the end cause it was so goddamn confusing. Especially cause its a play about an opera so they use their opera voices, and it's so hard to make out the words they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's the part I don't get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character, Christine, kisses the Phantom at the end of the play. BUT, I had no idea that she loved him because when she met him and stuff, she was all disgusted because of his face and whatever. They didn't really show any physical affection or any obvious signs of attraction towards one another. (Well, Christine didn't) And when she kissed him at the end I was like, so she thinks hes ugly but still kisses him? LOL I totally didn't get it. But I read a synopsis of the play when I got home so i guess she did love him or had some sort of feelings for him to be able to kiss him like that. And of course, he loved her and stuff.. and blah blah, the rest of the play I get. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to be able to watch broadway plays like this, especially since they canceled Les Miserables for Equus, I think. Which is kinda ehh, mostly cause Daniel Radcliffe (aka Harry Potter) is naked for most of the play and he plays a character that has some sort of problem with beastiality? LOL, wikipedia it for the synopsis.  But yeah, I feel like I should start seeing the plays I want to see because they might be gone before I get to see them. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast is already gone too.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh. I really wanted to watch ALL of the Disney broadway shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list from the top of my head of the shows that I want to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion King&lt;br /&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;br /&gt;Avenue Q&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;br /&gt;Shrek&lt;br /&gt;Wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this list in the morning when I go through the Playbill again. But the next show I want to see is definitely either Lion King or Little Mermaid. I'm talking about like near to front seats for this cause I want to see them so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, broadway shows are so great! The only part I don't like about it are how close together the seats are and how little leg room you have. Oh, and not understanding what they say because they sing almost everything. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;~Ja neh&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-5769411772392162737?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/5769411772392162737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=5769411772392162737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5769411772392162737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5769411772392162737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/01/phantom-of-opera.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6788837425144157074</id><published>2009-01-05T01:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:10:56.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut.</title><content type='html'>I got a haircut today. Once I get my 88 palette from coastal scents, which I'm ordering today, I'm gonna put up a picture on facebook with the makeup on. yayyy. If anything, I'll probably post it here too! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6788837425144157074?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6788837425144157074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6788837425144157074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6788837425144157074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6788837425144157074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2009/01/haircut.html' title='Haircut.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-168309539354541059</id><published>2008-12-19T00:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:57:12.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Climbers</title><content type='html'>I just got reminded of one person that I know really well that's a social climber. And... I started getting pissed again. She's exactly the same as she was in high school. You'd think some people would start to grow up, and not care about social status anymore because-- let's face it, social status means NOTHING in college. But anyway, it's all the same old deal. Mad fake online, and you try too hard in person. Sucks for you. Some people might try and compare us two, but problem is-- I'm secure of my social status. I can honestly say that it doesn't bother me when I don't find any notifications for me on facebook. I can honestly say that it doesn't bother me if I don't have that many friends. And as for adding people that you don't know even though they're friends of people that you do know? Please, no one introduced you yet. If you haven't met the person, then don't add them. It makes it quite obvious that you're social climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, we all know who I'm talking about. Now, don't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-168309539354541059?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/168309539354541059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=168309539354541059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/168309539354541059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/168309539354541059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/12/social-climbers.html' title='Social Climbers'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-7164616608345380154</id><published>2008-12-14T21:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:43:51.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curls &amp; Attitude</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was the annual Christmas party for my dad's side of the family. Overall, it was really good except for my 13 year old cousin, Miguel's, attitude. I've noticed along with my mom and lola that my cousin has the worst attitude and is really spoiled rotten. The whole night he was rolling his eyes and standing in a corner with an attitude. My uncle John, whose house where the party was being held was being nice and trying to get to know all the cousins that were eating at one of the dinner tables and asked us what we wanted for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's their dialouge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what do you want for Christmas, Miguel?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want anything, because I have everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just like woww. How more spoiled can you get. On top of that, when my auntie Cherith, (Uncle John's wife) asked us to sign a card for Miguel's dad, he was like "I don't see the point of this, his birthday was in July" I'm pretty sure the reason why the reason for the card was because his father turned 50 and we all missed his birthday because he lives in Rhode Island. There was also no party for his birthday most likely, because his wife doesn't want to have our side of the family there. Miguel's parents have been having marriage problems for a while now, and she refuses to come to any Dominguez family celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that aside, I just wanted to say the whole night to Miguel, "WHATEVER, GIRLFRIEND"&lt;br /&gt;LOLL. It's supposed to be a joke considering he speaks very feminine. Seriously though, whatever. The world doesn't revolve around you. And you have to learn to appreciate how much your father works for you because that's where all the money's coming from. And, he's also given you everything you wanted with that money, which has made you a total bitch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I have finally done curls where one side isn't significantly better than the other side! YAYYY. Here's a picture. Bad quality, but I didn't feel like using the camera. :P&lt;br /&gt;It looked alot more formal yesterday, but I kinda like the messy curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SUXDKMMXoKI/AAAAAAAAADY/1o9Tq-V0qjg/s1600-h/WebCam_20081214_2123.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SUXDKMMXoKI/AAAAAAAAADY/1o9Tq-V0qjg/s320/WebCam_20081214_2123.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279840718000988322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ja neh! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-7164616608345380154?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/7164616608345380154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=7164616608345380154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/7164616608345380154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/7164616608345380154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/12/curls-attitude.html' title='Curls &amp; Attitude'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SUXDKMMXoKI/AAAAAAAAADY/1o9Tq-V0qjg/s72-c/WebCam_20081214_2123.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-1217302912066925414</id><published>2008-12-07T12:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:17:45.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup.</title><content type='html'>OMFG. So, today I was bored and I started doing makeup on kristina again. This is the second time I've done makeup on her ever since the makeup blog with her in it. Here's an updated smokey eye on kristina. I'VE PROGRESSED SOO MUCH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check the other blog with kristina in it, and compare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/STwOfy1F0oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XoAjO8Cjens/s1600-h/makeup+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/STwOfy1F0oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XoAjO8Cjens/s200/makeup+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277108802754564738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/STwOgeoiv1I/AAAAAAAAADA/o_K19rEfnwk/s1600-h/makeup+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/STwOgeoiv1I/AAAAAAAAADA/o_K19rEfnwk/s200/makeup+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277108814513094482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/STwOg-Os2HI/AAAAAAAAADI/SqPhuWta3ro/s1600-h/makeup+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/STwOg-Os2HI/AAAAAAAAADI/SqPhuWta3ro/s200/makeup+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277108822994638962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/STwOhUY3gPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/a3jaX6hUlY4/s1600-h/makeup+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/STwOhUY3gPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/a3jaX6hUlY4/s200/makeup+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277108828942860530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, enjoy! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-1217302912066925414?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1217302912066925414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=1217302912066925414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1217302912066925414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1217302912066925414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/12/makeup.html' title='Makeup.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/STwOfy1F0oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XoAjO8Cjens/s72-c/makeup+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6482700028438699159</id><published>2008-12-02T17:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:55:00.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ Rafael</title><content type='html'>Honestly, you're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only started listening to his music for a couple of months now.&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been so inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a youtube video of him where many of his fans started to sing his song, and he started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often  do we all see our music idols crying when so many of their fans sing their songs?&lt;br /&gt;Not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish he'd come down to New York to perform&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6482700028438699159?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6482700028438699159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6482700028438699159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6482700028438699159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6482700028438699159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/12/aj-rafael.html' title='AJ Rafael'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-8963027593009144454</id><published>2008-11-24T19:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:03:40.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight movie review'/><title type='text'>Twilight♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sizzlingpopcorn.com/moviepics/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 659px;" src="http://www.sizzlingpopcorn.com/moviepics/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I love, love, LOVE, doing reviews on anime, I thought: why not do a review on the new Twilight movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, you have no idea how hot I thought Rob Pattinson was as Edward. He's an amazing actor and although many people thought that he portrayed Edward wrong, maybe it's Bella who has portrayed him wrong in the books.&lt;br /&gt;I explained to Jon after we left the movie that "when you're in love with someone, their flaws disappear and everything about them becomes flawless." The same goes for Bella. She's supposed to be an ordinary teenage girl in love, and Edward's flaws (even though we all think its impossible for him to have any) become invisible to her and to us in the books. The movie had input from Stephenie Meyer, and from reading a little of Midnight Sun (Twilight in Edward's perspective), her upcoming book, you realize that like everyone else, Edward has insecurities and hates himself for being a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, Edward is portrayed the way he is in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Kirsten Stewart as Bella was pretty good. She fit what I would think Bella would look like, and she does look fragile. It's just a little weird seeing her as Bella because I've seen her in other movies before lol. Don't get me wrong, she's a great actress but I felt that from her acting in the movie, it was hard to believe that she was actually in love with Edward until she narrates that she was in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie on Friday. When I left the theatre, I thought it was the worst book to movie depiction. But seeing as Summit Entertainment isn't a huge successful movie company (for example, Warner Bros., the makers company that makes Harry Potter has a lot of money) the funding for Twilight wasn't that great. And that's why it kinda had some cheesy effects. And is why the meadow scene is only about 30 seconds long. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the last thing I want to talk about is Edward's Lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;There has been many speculations on what song will be Edward's Lullaby in the movie. The song that I have playing right now on my blog is what EVERYONE thought it should be. And I have to say, that I love this song. It's so relaxing and makes me feel like it's an amazing love song. Haha, ever since I found it last night on youtube, I've been in love with it and I've had the song on repeat. XD&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the real Edward's Lullaby in the movie, isn't really supposed to be the actual Lullaby in the books. In the movie, the song of the "Lullaby" was supposed to depict all the factors in Edward and Bella's relationship. How mysterious, and strange and then happy and all that stuff. That's why it doesn't sound like how a lullaby is supposed to sound like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I don't really think this was a good review. But if you're going to see the movie, I advise that you go in with an open mind. Remind yourself that first, Summit Entertainment is counting on the turnout for this movie, to make an even better movie for New Moon. Second, Bella is in love with Edward, his flaws aren't shown in the book, but they're shown in the movie. Third, try to appreciate the Twilight was made into a movie and that it will never be able to compare with the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments?&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps and I hope you enjoyed! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-8963027593009144454?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8963027593009144454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=8963027593009144454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8963027593009144454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8963027593009144454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight3.html' title='Twilight&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6322890309157012880</id><published>2008-11-23T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:00:45.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino Aunts.</title><content type='html'>okay, so I wake up this morning to  my dad wanting to talk to me. And he asks me about something on my facebook about me and Jon being engaged. And I'm so fcking offended cause I know that the only way he could know about that is if my aunts told him. AND THEY DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fcking tired of the bullshit of my aunts saying that they'll be there to help with anything and any boys and stuff like that. That's fcking bullshit because YOU CAN'T KEEP A GODDAMN SECRET. The first time this happened is when I felt like I needed to tell my auntie cherith about Jon. Bad mistake, seeing as everyone else in the family knows now. The second time this happened was when I went to see I am Legend with Jon and when I come home I find out that my Auntie Miriam was in the same movie theatre and she didn't say hi, yet she felt the need to tell my mom she saw me there. The third and I fcking hope it's the last time this happened was today. When someone told my mom or dad that I was engaged because of facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let everyone know: The reason me and Jon decided to put engaged instead of married is because some people get into a relationship and all of a sudden its "married". But we wanted to show that we're not married, but we do want to get married in the future. But overrall, it's basically an inside joke between me and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I end up crying cause I feel like my aunts are such posers and bullshit comes flying out of their mouths 24/7 and I can't trust them or my family, except for Kristina and Ateh Aiza. What makes this even worse is that my mom came into the room when I was crying and she wanted me to do a chore and she made it SO MUCH FCKING WORSE. She called my dad and then he was all up in my face and business about whether or not he said something that hurt me. And I kept telling them, "I'll do the laundry, just give me a few minutes.", "It's not about that, can you give me a few minutes.". And then it because "I said I'll do it, JUST GIVE ME A FEW MINUTES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I finally started screaming out why I was crying, my mom was like laughing at me. This is one of the reasons why I dislike my mom and why I would NEVER tell her any of my problems. She would ridicule and degrade me. And like how she did today, she would tell me that it was my mistake for trusting people in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never cry in front of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Because it will only make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;Because it will only make me feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Because my mom would laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Just give me a few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6322890309157012880?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6322890309157012880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6322890309157012880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6322890309157012880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6322890309157012880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/11/filipino-aunts.html' title='Filipino Aunts.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-8104335357127223122</id><published>2008-11-19T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:32:44.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://srv0204-05.sjc3.imeem.com/g/p/ddafd6a9350c2af7be12bcb4b402b467_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 332px;" src="http://srv0204-05.sjc3.imeem.com/g/p/ddafd6a9350c2af7be12bcb4b402b467_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so here's the long awaited anime review. let's get started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Knight is by far the best anime I've ever seen. It's what I call my dream anime. All of the things that I like in a plot is in there: romance, vampires, necessary action, and unexpected twists.&lt;br /&gt;This anime has about 13 episodes and a sequel, Vampire Knight Guilty, that is currently airing in Japan. Vampire Knight Guilty only has about 6 episodes right now, and youtube releases the episodes right after it comes out and is subbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find both anime series at crunchyroll and I believe that Vampire Knight Guilty is aired every Monday so the episode should be up on youtube around Wednesday-Thursday. Someone correct me if I'm wrong. By the way, the picture is what the main characters look like in the manga, they look slightly different in the anime. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Zero is hot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its a great anime and because I finished and am up to date with both, I had to start another anime series so that I could wait peacefully for the next and upcoming episodes. Unfortunately, I finished that anime series as well and I still have to wait for Vampire Knight Guilty episodes to come out and find a new anime series to watch all together. I will make a review on the next anime: Tokyo Mew Mew otherwise known as Mew Mew Power for the people who watch dubbed anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-8104335357127223122?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8104335357127223122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=8104335357127223122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8104335357127223122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8104335357127223122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/11/vampire-knight.html' title='Vampire Knight'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6098352032783708446</id><published>2008-11-06T01:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:18:06.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup practice.</title><content type='html'>So, I've been noticing more and more that makeup is not only becoming an interest, but starting to become an obsession. And now, there are pages of a cosmo magazine that I put on my wall next to my bed as examples of great eye makeup, or great makeup in general. I'm also thinking of putting up some editorial pictures up there from the allure magazine that I bought yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, here are the pictures of my last practice session with my makeup. It's the smokey look again, but on me. Let me know what you guys think, even though I've already shown it to a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I got all the flash/macro settings right. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SRKWWzRzIQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ER3Z928sOHs/s1600-h/makeup+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SRKWWzRzIQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ER3Z928sOHs/s320/makeup+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265436232815681794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SRKWWsjR1UI/AAAAAAAAACI/3MJeWcPXgTY/s1600-h/makeup+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SRKWWsjR1UI/AAAAAAAAACI/3MJeWcPXgTY/s320/makeup+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265436231009948994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this picture, the eye shadow looks like it's beginning to come off- and it is, because I don't have enough money to buy a primer yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SRKWWa84NaI/AAAAAAAAACA/rqaSA5z7V98/s1600-h/makeup+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SRKWWa84NaI/AAAAAAAAACA/rqaSA5z7V98/s320/makeup+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265436226285483426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SRKWVyNku9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/euxje2OnRHY/s1600-h/makeup+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SRKWVyNku9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/euxje2OnRHY/s320/makeup+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265436215349656530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to make an update on the current series of anime that I'm watching, which is AMAZING by the way. That review will be coming up very soon, so watch out for that post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6098352032783708446?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6098352032783708446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6098352032783708446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6098352032783708446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6098352032783708446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/11/makeup-practice.html' title='Makeup practice.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SRKWWzRzIQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ER3Z928sOHs/s72-c/makeup+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-3669528688366217916</id><published>2008-10-28T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:07:08.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up, a little later than usual, and went to school. When I get to school around 11:56, I sit on the bridge and start to wait for Jon to get out of class. When it hits 12:05, I start to call him, the phone rings but he doesn't pick up. So, after a few attempts at calling him, I text him asking "Where are you?". He texts back saying "I'm going home, I'm sleepy." I respond saying "I was waiting for you." and he texts back saying "I didn't know that you were going to wait for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Let me tell you right now that I have been waking up several hours earlier that I'm supposed to all for the sake of seeing Jon in the morning and spending 1-2 hours with him before class starts. And I have been doing this EVERY MORNING that I have class. I'm so tired right now from watching a new anime series (the review will be coming either today or tomorrow), playing WoW, and finishing up my descriptive writing essay. And he stayed up all last night playing WoW and doing whatnot, when he told me that he was going to study yesterday. Whether or not I go to his house to study does not make a difference in what he does. Either way, he is not disciplined enough to tell himself "I am going to stop playing WoW and 'blank time' and start studying like I told Leila I would" And! How can you tell me that you didn't know that I was going to wait for you, if I have been waiting every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this shit really got me pissed off. Tuesday is my Monday and the worst day of classes for me and it is NOT the day to get me pissed off. Especially in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-3669528688366217916?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3669528688366217916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=3669528688366217916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3669528688366217916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3669528688366217916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/pissed.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-867601052673173396</id><published>2008-10-27T09:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:40:27.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x192/animehood/Anime/TrueTears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x192/animehood/Anime/TrueTears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this anime review is long overdue, so let's get started! :)&lt;br /&gt;True Tears is a Drama/Romance anime. Overall, I think it's a great anime, but it's very slow paced in the beginning. The first episode wasn't really that great, but the story does pick up.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say much about this anime because if I do say something specific about it, it will basically be a spoiler. LOL. The anime is 14 episodes long and almost all of the characters are shown in the opening. Post a comment if you're going to watch/have already watched it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next anime series I will be talking about is Vampire Knight, and I'll be doing the review in 1 post this time!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-867601052673173396?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/867601052673173396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=867601052673173396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/867601052673173396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/867601052673173396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-tears.html' title='True Tears'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x192/animehood/Anime/th_TrueTears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-8291954102581399890</id><published>2008-10-22T01:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:23:42.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecure.</title><content type='html'>*Sigh. So I've been feeling insecure about Kim lately. I don't know why, I'm guessing it's cause of the way Jon was talking about her one night. Then again, I was the one who brought up the subject. I wish this feeling would go away already. Jon told me that she might transfer to Hunter, and although that's cool and all, that would just give me a reason to think that I have to compete with her. Cause like everyone "wants to be her friend cause she's so pretty" and "no one wants to be my friend cause I'm just average" and blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to me, I play mind games with myself. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-8291954102581399890?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8291954102581399890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=8291954102581399890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8291954102581399890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/8291954102581399890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/insecure.html' title='Insecure.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-5598722099045557544</id><published>2008-10-20T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:24:33.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so in the last post I said that I was going to buy a jacket from the mall.. but I ended up buying a small palette from Victoria's Secret. The palette is called Satisfied and has the basic colors for the smokey eye look. LOL. And, since my cuberry brushes came in last week, I tried it out on Kristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cuberry brushes and the palatte.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SP0k-X1qvkI/AAAAAAAAABY/mzMYrtGcUGw/s1600-h/october+08+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SP0k-X1qvkI/AAAAAAAAABY/mzMYrtGcUGw/s320/october+08+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259400593808211522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied Palatte from Victoria's Secret : $18&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SP0k-_LmxfI/AAAAAAAAABg/NQQUga4sV8Y/s1600-h/october+08+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SP0k-_LmxfI/AAAAAAAAABg/NQQUga4sV8Y/s320/october+08+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259400604369208818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome of my attempt of the smokey eye look. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SP0k_VSj91I/AAAAAAAAABo/AGNbrUPXlQ8/s1600-h/october+08+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SP0k_VSj91I/AAAAAAAAABo/AGNbrUPXlQ8/s320/october+08+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259400610303965010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flash wasn't working properly, so this is what I had to work with.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look that great in the picture -.- &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SP0k_1rNnhI/AAAAAAAAABw/ELGC-WaDxGc/s1600-h/october+08+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SP0k_1rNnhI/AAAAAAAAABw/ELGC-WaDxGc/s320/october+08+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259400618997292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-5598722099045557544?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/5598722099045557544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=5598722099045557544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5598722099045557544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5598722099045557544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/makeup.html' title='Makeup!'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSzQOuuYe_4/SP0k-X1qvkI/AAAAAAAAABY/mzMYrtGcUGw/s72-c/october+08+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-3521540121263125999</id><published>2008-10-18T02:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:42:39.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static2.animepaper.net/upload/thumbs/wallpapers/True-Tears/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_True-Tears_nat%281.33%29__THISRES__73065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 324px;" src="http://static2.animepaper.net/upload/thumbs/wallpapers/True-Tears/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_True-Tears_nat%281.33%29__THISRES__73065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so surprisingly I've found another anime that I'm interested in and currently watching.&lt;br /&gt;The series is called True Tears and it can be found on piggymoo.com. The series is a Drama/Romance series and to me, the first episode was boring and didn't really give a good introduction for the things to come. But! I'm up to episode 7 and so far, the drama has progressed slowly, but really well. It's basically a brand new anime, it came out in May 2008. Like the Karin series, I'll be writing some kind of review when I'm finished watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! I bought some boots from Mandee's earlier this week and I'm planning on buying some kind of fall jacket from the mall tomorrow, and I'll be putting up pictures of the stuff that I've gotten later on, so look out for that edit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-3521540121263125999?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3521540121263125999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=3521540121263125999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3521540121263125999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3521540121263125999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/anime-update_18.html' title='Anime Update!'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-629353592925951330</id><published>2008-10-15T04:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:18:30.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karin: the chibi vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd9/killerbear6/karin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 299px;" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd9/killerbear6/karin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn. That anime was fcking AMAZING. Oh my God, so far it's been my favorite anime. I finished the entire series in two days. Because that's how good it was! (And also because I was stuck at home lol) Anyway, just giving a review like I said I would. The plot is pretty good, and becomes more and more intense as the anime series comes to a close. There are only 23 episodes in the anime so it goes by pretty quick if you're really interested in it. Also, there's a good mix of romance, action, drama, and comedy in the series. That, including that the main characters are vampires makes it even more amazing to me. The creators of this manga/anime show the humanity of these vampires and even make them good in a way. I don't want to give away too much, but this anime was the best for me. (And that's out of Hayate no Gotoku, Akazukin Chacha, Naruto, and Haruhi Suzumiya.) Oh, the only thing I would worry about is the opening to the anime. It's kind of.. revealing. Don't let it startle you, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anime doesn't have anything like that in there, I promise&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-629353592925951330?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/629353592925951330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=629353592925951330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/629353592925951330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/629353592925951330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/karin-chibi-vampire.html' title='Karin: the chibi vampire'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-5140673401914968109</id><published>2008-10-13T12:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:29:44.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thiamere.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/chacha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://thiamere.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/chacha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally finished watching the Akazukin Chacha series, which by the way is an amazing and cute series. It doesn't really have much drama between characters and is mostly meant to make people laugh. It's about Chacha, a girl who's a witch and there's this evil lord who wants to kill her for some reason and she fights along side her two best friends, Riiya, a werewolf (even though he turns into a small puppy), and Shiine-chan, who is a really smart wizard. So yeah, that's basically the summary without spoiling the series for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/DeadlyAssassin14/Karin%20Anime/Karin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/DeadlyAssassin14/Karin%20Anime/Karin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm currently watching the Karin series, which is about Karin, a girl who's a vampire. But instead of taking blood away from people, she gives blood to people. And when she hasn't bitten anyone she gets a huge nosebleed and it'll spurt all over the wall and stuff. lmao. I'm only up to episode 3 and this series so far has been really funny. And it's even better that it's about vampires and it's not scary at all. So far, it's been cute and funny. So I guess I'll update my "review" about this series when I'm finished with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the Akazukin Chacha series on cruncyroll.com and the Karin series on piggymoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I changed my song from Whether or Not by Gabe Bondoc to the love theme song from Karin. *Sigh. The series makes me want to experience having a crush all over again. Of course I'd experience it all over again with Jon&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-5140673401914968109?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/5140673401914968109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=5140673401914968109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5140673401914968109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5140673401914968109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/anime-update.html' title='Anime Update'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/DeadlyAssassin14/Karin%20Anime/th_Karin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-664052202503044513</id><published>2008-10-10T02:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:12:08.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup: obsession or phase?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/3/images/c/0005/cw-antm11-clark-container_017441-8c9786-500x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/3/images/c/0005/cw-antm11-clark-container_017441-8c9786-500x375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I feel more and more the need/want to do makeup and actually be good at it! Today, I bought my first set of brushes. And when I get a job, I hope to be able to buy some primer and maybe a small palette to experiment with. And to help me with this slight obsession, I want a book for Christmas! LOL, I know its kind of childish, still asking things that you want for Christmas. But it's the only way to ask Santa aka. Mom without feeling guilty for using her money. Besides, the book is $40! Ouchies. Anyways, I just wanted to do an update. My face is better from the wisdom teeth thing. My bottom teeth is slightly getting straighter due to me putting on my retainers. And my UTI is finally going away! I finished my 5-8 page essay that my crazy history teacher assigned us. *Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Fridays! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/14/images/c/0005/cw-antm11-sheena-container_017432-5d44b0-500x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/14/images/c/0005/cw-antm11-sheena-container_017432-5d44b0-500x375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit.&lt;br /&gt;These pictures show the more artistic ways of using makeup.&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are also from this season's America's Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;Look how much the makeup makes their eyes look so intense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-664052202503044513?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/664052202503044513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=664052202503044513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/664052202503044513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/664052202503044513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/makeup-obsession-or-phase.html' title='Makeup: obsession or phase?'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-1863425023751438433</id><published>2008-10-07T00:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:51:04.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>you're an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWxhDpX8IZs"&gt;Problems with Sarah Palin &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dE9SvZS0a9w"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin Lies in the VP Debate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-1863425023751438433?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1863425023751438433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=1863425023751438433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1863425023751438433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1863425023751438433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-palin.html' title='Sarah Palin'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-5458766467066951947</id><published>2008-10-05T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:23:23.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weed.</title><content type='html'>I cried my eyes out for the past 3-5 minutes all because of the fact that Jeeves and Tony asked Jon if he wanted to try some weed. And as Jon told me about how they asked him in Wendy's during their guy talk, his tone of voice sounded like he was contemplating it.. And that's what got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this straight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether or not my friends smoke, drink, or do weed. I'm not their mother, I'm not them, and it's their own life. But Jon is my life, and as of now and in the future, is a huge part of my life. Yes, I like and love living a life clean from drugs other than the prescribed and second-hand smoke. It makes me happy to know that other than my ezcema, I'm healthy. And, it makes me unhappy whenever my friends make poor choices concerning drugs and alcohol. (Put them in separate categories if you must, but it's all the same to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if Jon ever tries or lies to me about trying weed, I have no other choice than to break up with him. You might be thinking, "Well that's pretty stupid". Well, to me, weed and drugs in general is pretty unattractive. Especially weed and smoking, yuck! To see someone I truly love and wish the best for, throw away their health for that couple seconds of ecstasy, for me, is completely unacceptable. Especially when it's someone who has supported my view of a drug-free life. If I do break up with him for something this small, of course it'll break my heart. But it's something that I do NOT want in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeves once said during a conversation, "I smoke even though Rhistina doesn't like it, so what?" That's something that is so disrespectful, and it's taking her for granted. I will not have that in my relationship. There's a reason why she doesn't want him to smoke, and it's for health. And that's the same for me. But, if and when I do find out that Jon's view on drugs is not what it seems to be... then I have no other choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be taken for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-5458766467066951947?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/5458766467066951947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=5458766467066951947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5458766467066951947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/5458766467066951947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/weed.html' title='Weed.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-1687391483389288021</id><published>2008-10-02T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:06:20.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm here in the library with Jon and Justine. I just finished my statistics homework and getting ready to start reading a history book that is not interesting at all. *Sigh. I've been meaning to blog about these feelings that I've had in the past few days and weeks and its all the result of reading David's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;From reading and looking at the photography on David's blog and by being asked by Jon on whether or not nursing was something I really wanted to do, I've come to the conclusion that the first occupation that I wanted to do might be more fulfilling than nursing would be. Don't get me wrong, the reason why I want to be a nurse or be in the medical field is because when I took First Aid at Prep, I absolutely loved it. I love knowing what to do in certain situations and even help save people's lives. And the only way I could've done that is to become a nurse and specialize in/ work in either the Emergency Room or Trauma Center. (Even though the material covered in First Aid would have been better suited for an EMT, but their job is hard and the work days can be long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's where David comes in. With his photography and my dreams of becoming an animal photographer/regular photographer as a kid, I've started to realize the reason why I've been having some regrets with school and stuff. In prep, when you choose the classes for your schedule, to take most of the art courses, you have to drop some other courses. And of course, why would I want to drop the courses that could potentially get me accepted into any school other than an art college? *Sigh. I've loved art and drawing and photography all my life. The one thing that has held me back from pursuing the profession is the fact that  it might not be enough to "pay the bills". Also, let's say that I did choose to take art in Prep. While in Prep, I wasn't even that social and I was almost afraid to talk to people. If I did take art, one thing that I would definitely feel is the feeling of not being creative enough or being a good drawer or artist. And my slight tendencies to be pessimistic at times would of probably made me feel like a shitty art student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's been bothering me is the fact that someone as young as Aj Rafael and Gabe Bondoc can be such amazing artists and songwriters. Whenever they put up a new video on youtube, it makes me want to re-learn how to play the piano more and more. And on Sunday, when my friend, Hazel, just sat down at the piano and started reading and playing the theme song of Titanic, I realized that that's something I want to do too. I want to be able to buy or download music sheets online and be able to play it just by reading it once. And from there, I would start to practice to perfect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to read piano notes in a snap. I wish I knew how to take pictures as beautifully as David. I wish I could write my ow n song.I wish I could capture the heart of New York City with just a single picture.  I wish I could just sit down at the piano and randomly play something that would someday turn into a beautiful and heart warming melody. I wish I could take a picture of Jon sleeping and of Justine reading and make it seem like it's the most beautiful, creative, and inspiring thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-1687391483389288021?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1687391483389288021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=1687391483389288021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1687391483389288021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1687391483389288021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/10/regrets.html' title='Regrets?'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6931602865795736480</id><published>2008-09-24T15:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:26:15.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom teeth: gone.</title><content type='html'>... I look like a guy. I can't believe everyone at school said it didn't look that bad or that it looked like "hamster pouches", "bunny cheeks" and whatnot. And when I got back home, my mom laughed because of what my face looked like. It's soo sore. :(&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to take my painkillers. *Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp13/herxserenity/pigeon007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp13/herxserenity/pigeon007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought that I'd throw in a picture of my pigeon just for fun. Enjoy my horrible photography skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6931602865795736480?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6931602865795736480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6931602865795736480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6931602865795736480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6931602865795736480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/09/wisdom-teeth-gone.html' title='Wisdom teeth: gone.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-1164623213031959679</id><published>2008-09-21T02:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:23:03.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel horrible...</title><content type='html'>As me and Kay started to head home with Jon accompanying us, Jon told me about how he was supposed to study the whole day today. I felt horrible with the fact that Kay was giving us space when we were hugging while we were talking things out about how he should go about catching up to his classes when he has about 18 hours worth of catching up to do.. and that's only for his precalculus class. He still has to read about 2 chapters worth of material for his biology class as well. And since he failed that class already, he already knows how much time you have to put into studying for that class to be able to pass and do well in it. Unfortunately, the fact that I am still a big part of his life, (a lot less, but still big) makes it difficult for him to be able to concentrate on studying and doing his work. Then again, with me out of his life, he'd still have a hard time studying because of his fascination and almost obsession over video games and Akazukin Chacha. Of course with me trying to be as selfless and possible and to further help his situation I try to come up with a whole bunch of things for him to do to get more time available for his studies. And again, one of those things is a relationship break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh. What more can I say. A break for me is a huge sacrifice. And I'd sacrifice anything for him to get back on his feet and be successful. But as I found out an hour ago, to him a break is breaking up. I told him I'd wait and that I have no where to go, and no one I'd ever be interested in. But he still doesn't want to take that chance. I also asked him, "Do you not believe in us?", and he stated no. Again, it was because, "We can't take that chance." It's because he believes that if we do the break, I'll end up finding someone else or we won't be as attracted to each other.. Little insecurities like that. But then again, I'm pretty sure I would be insecure about those things as well if he was the one proposing the break. "It's not worth it.", as he would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what my parents meant about relationships bringing your grades, and focus from school, down. I understand now that the reason why they didn't want me to have a boyfriend or a job was because they wanted me to have the maximum time available to myself as well as my studies. It's so heartbreaking for me to see Jon struggle with his studies like this, not only once, but twice this time around. I really thought that he would learn from his bad habits from last year and start to make changes about his time management. But like his father says, I need to be the one to push and motivate him. Because if no one else does, he would be the only one motivating himself and that would just end up in the longest procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I procrastinate as well. We have about the same schedule and even though I procrastinate, I still get my work done. But, lets face it. The level of difficulty of our courses are really different. I don't think I would survive the courses that he's taking. (Or at least not biology, because I suck at science.) So, that gives him some credit.&lt;br /&gt;God, please help him concentrate on his studies more easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-1164623213031959679?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1164623213031959679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=1164623213031959679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1164623213031959679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/1164623213031959679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-horrible.html' title='I feel horrible...'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-6749544434135685516</id><published>2008-09-18T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:52:24.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter College</title><content type='html'>I find it refreshing to start all over again as a freshman in college. Honestly, I was fine in Prep but it was obvious that I lacked the average social skills. *sigh. But now, I'm social. I'm not completely outgoing like in-your-face asking you what type of music you listen to. (lol, I don't know where that came from) But, I'm social and I've found new acquaintances and hopefully, soon to be friends at POH. (Pilipinos of Hunter). When I asked Jon, why Rob and Jeeves never go to POH, he said that he finds them to be anti-social with the members of POH. "Just the thought of POH makes them not want to be part of it." The "it" is supposed to be the Mr. Philippines pageant that a representative from all colleges (in District 3) with a Filipino club compete in. I wonder why they're "anti-social" with POH, when it's a great and fun way to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now going on to another subject: John Jay.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please stop me now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I was happy making friends at POH was because I didn't have to deal with the fact that he's friends with them too. It's already bad enough that I had to sit next to him for the last semester of senior year in health class without talking to each other, and then being asked to see if he's invited to my graduation party? I mean, why the hell would you even ask that? It's so damn obvious that the reason why he would want to go is just for the party its self. Not even for me. But then again, when hasn't he thought about himself when it went down to the both of us. So, back on point: I have to deal with him with his actions just SCREAMING for attention so that everyone could be friends with him. Oh, and let's not forget... he doesn't even go to Hunter. He goes to Queens College. What. The. Hell. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it for now. I think I  had more to put up, but the last subject really messed up my train of thought with what I wanted to put up here.&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-6749544434135685516?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6749544434135685516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=6749544434135685516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6749544434135685516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/6749544434135685516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunter-college.html' title='Hunter College'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-7926885512115085929</id><published>2008-09-15T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:50:20.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon, from stress reliever to stress maker.</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick post before I start getting ready to go to Jon's house.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Things have been going on between me and Jon. It's stuff that puts a great deal of stress on me and our relationship. I really want him to do good, but in the meantime, he has to study. While I keep asking him whether or not he wants to try out a break, he's been saying "It's not worth it. " or "You're the only one I ever want to be with." &gt;.&gt; Even though I'm not really going anywhere or am trying to get anyone else. *Sigh. I guess that's just his insecurities talking. Maybe he thinks that if we do go on some kind of break, that I'll end up liking someone else or someone else will try to get a jump at me. Heh, awkwarddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe I'll put up the full story here later.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Kay, for me to be able to subscribe to you, you need to have a archives thing on the side of your blogspot layout. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I kinda don't feel like talking about what's happened between me and Jon that involves the contemplating of a break/breakup. BUT, what I do feel like talking about is of this new anime that Jon got me hooked on. It's called Akazukin Chacha. The animation seems to be of early 1990's. lol, I think that just because the drawing style reminds me of early Sailor Moon and Dragonball/Dragonball Z. Also, it's like a cutesy anime because of the fact that the main character is kinda small and makes mistakes a lot and stuff. It's so interesting and funny. The creators of this anime really put in a lot of effort to make an authentic kind of comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-6322/Akazukin-Chacha-Episode-1.html"&gt;Akazukin Chacha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's funny when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Later, &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-7926885512115085929?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/7926885512115085929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=7926885512115085929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/7926885512115085929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/7926885512115085929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/09/jon-from-stress-reliever-to-stress.html' title='Jon, from stress reliever to stress maker.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-7478827991759713931</id><published>2008-09-14T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:25:10.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional breakout.</title><content type='html'>Hii guys! lol.&lt;br /&gt;okay so here's the continuation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday I was playing world of warcraft and I found Jon's friend online.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda felt bad for making Jon take me to Main St. even though that's what we agreed the last time we fought about WoW (world of warcraft), so I asked Jon's friend, Zambaway to stay online so that they could play together. And Zambaway being his usual self, decides to crack sarcastic and asshole-ish jokes. And I think they're funny, until... he says, "I can't believe there's someone stupid enough to be attracted to Ark". (Ark is the abbreviated form of Jon's character's name)&lt;br /&gt;And so, I was on the phone with Jon even before I told Zambaway to stay online, and I just start crying like crazy! What the fck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I kinda feel stupid about it now, even though it's not really that stupid. And to show how much I was crying, I woke my sister by just crying. And she started asking me what happened and all. So, getting back to being on the phone with Jon, I told him what happened and he sounded really startled that I just started crying like that, you know? As usual, whenever I would start crying on the phone with Jon, I would get kinda ashamed and I would ask if I could call him back later. And at this point, I'm like hysterically crying. So I ask him if I could call him back later, and he said to me "No, just stay on the phone with me, okay? I'm signing on." And when I saw him sign on WoW, I exited the game. I asked him again if i could go and talk to him later, and he said alright. So I hung up the phone and just ended up crying at the end of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm thinking about a lot of things as I'm crying to myself. I'm thinking about how much of an asshole Zambaway is, how much I felt stupid for just crying like that, and ultimately, how much I hate and fear and how much it hurts when people think that way about my relationship with Jon. Because that's what hurts me the most, the fact that people aren't able to accept our relationship. Or that people would think that I'm stupid because maybe they think he's unattractive or something, or just because he's plain short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact of the matter is:&lt;br /&gt;Being on my period not only makes me amazingly sensitive but shows me things like what really hurts me emotionally. Because if I wasn't on my period, what Zambaway said to me would just get me pissed instead of crying like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on a side note:&lt;br /&gt;I found out last night that Nate, Jon's best friend, is moving to California because his mom bought a furniture workshop (she works as a furniture designer and interior designer), and because of that, they're moving there. I asked Jon whether or not he feels bad or emotionally unstable at the moment, (because we all know, when I found out Kay was leaving for Chicago, I cried the whole night) and he said no. So of course I asked him why. And he answered saying that Nate would be the type of person who would eventually find his way back to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of my first real blog here and blogspot. Thanks for reading, and we'll see, maybe I'll end up staying here.. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-7478827991759713931?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/7478827991759713931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=7478827991759713931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/7478827991759713931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/7478827991759713931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/09/emotional-breakout.html' title='Emotional breakout.'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036329132112483375.post-3277385219490122572</id><published>2008-09-14T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:23:41.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I thought..</title><content type='html'>that I messed up the registering for my blogspot for this email... I actually didn't. lol. Anyway, I'll be updating this with a layout soon. Look out for it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036329132112483375-3277385219490122572?l=herxserenity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3277385219490122572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036329132112483375&amp;postID=3277385219490122572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3277385219490122572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036329132112483375/posts/default/3277385219490122572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herxserenity.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-thought.html' title='So I thought..'/><author><name>Leilaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644767805706130596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
