<?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-4698467987872540135</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:37:04.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JDN.</title><subtitle type='html'>JDNGUYEN. BLOG. THE END.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4810084581493854424</id><published>2009-12-28T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:25:28.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;after much deliberation and consideration, i have decided to switch totally to tumblr. sigh i know, such a conformist. but it's just so much easier to blog from my itouch than from my computer. and plus it's kind of more fun over there. but, i will leave this blog here rather than delete it so that one day when i'm old and weary and want to look back it will be here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;catch me on tumblr [jessicadnguyen.tumblr.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;farewell blogspot you were far too good to me. &amp;lt;3&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/4698467987872540135-4810084581493854424?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4810084581493854424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4810084581493854424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4810084581493854424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4810084581493854424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4358904289880372570</id><published>2009-12-21T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:32:13.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LTC. CHRISTMAS. PARTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;TODAY. EXCITEDNESS. *dies*&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/4698467987872540135-4358904289880372570?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4358904289880372570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4358904289880372570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4358904289880372570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4358904289880372570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8922272725453336633</id><published>2009-12-18T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:57:38.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winterbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;FINALLY, i've waited so long. it's finally here, winter break. i'm so glad. so yeah. i just thought i'd say. THANK GOD IT'S FINALLY FREAKING WINTER BREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm so excited, this year is going to be so good. oh yeah, found my tumblr again i'll be spamming that with pictures instead of this blog from now on [jessicadnguyen.tumblr.com]. so check it. and. did i say i'm excited? yes i freaking am. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;love, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-8922272725453336633?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8922272725453336633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8922272725453336633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8922272725453336633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8922272725453336633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/12/winterbreak.html' title='winterbreak.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2241826123369813201</id><published>2009-12-17T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:58:32.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you now?</title><content type='html'>to my favorite teacher, who told me never give up. to my fifth grade crush, who i thought i really loved. to the girls i missed and the guys we kissed. where are you now? to my ex best friends, don't know how we grew apart. to my favority band and sing alongs in my car. to the face i see in my memories, where are you now? where are you now? 'cause i'm thinking of you. you showed me how. how to live like i do. if it wasn't for you. i would never be who i am. to my first boyfriend, i thought for sure was the one. to my last boyfriend, sorry that i screwed it up. to the ones il oved but didn't show it enough. where are you now? where are you now? 'cause i'm thinking of you. you showed me how. how to live like i do. if it wasn't for you. i would never be who i am. and i'll never see those days again. and things will never be that way again. but that's just how it goes. people change. but i know. i won't forget you. to the ones who cared. and who were there from the start. to the love that left. and took a piece of my heart. to the few who'd swear i'd never go anywhere. where are you now? where are you now? 'cause i'm thinking of you. you showed me how. how to live like i do. if it wasn't for you. i would never be who i am. where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, honor society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-2241826123369813201?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2241826123369813201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=2241826123369813201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2241826123369813201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2241826123369813201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-are-you-now.html' title='where are you now?'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8409243396988563670</id><published>2009-12-17T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:23:42.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't stop believin'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;she took the midnight train going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;don't stop believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hold on to the feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;streetlight people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8409243396988563670?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8409243396988563670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8409243396988563670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8409243396988563670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8409243396988563670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-stop-believin.html' title='don&apos;t stop believin&apos;.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1888364121677236037</id><published>2009-12-16T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:41:09.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it here yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i wish christmas would just come already. i'm excited. i just. love the feeling of christmas in the air. giving presents. getting presents. the smiles. the laughter. hot chocolate. and roasting marshmallows. and joy. and happiness. and just the feeling of waiting for christmas to come. not just for little kids who are waiting for santa but waiting for that moment when nothing really matters except being with the people you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on christmas eve my little sister and i are setting up a tent in the living room next to the christmas tree and we're going to camp out next to the christmas tree. and we're going to try to wake up at 12AM and rip open our presents. and we're going to tell ghost stories in this tiny tent. and eat junk food. and flash flashlights around. and just do crazy stuff in this tiny tent we've had for a bajillion years. as embarassing and as lame as it is. i'm extremely excited. i seriously love my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the topic of winter formal has been flying around. to go or not to go. that is the question. i don't know. winter formal isn't really my kind of scene. i might go just to support maria since she and girl's league worked so hard to plan it. maybe. i get the feeling i'll be extremely uncomfortable in that environment. i think i'll just hang out outside. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this week has been actually a really good week. two more days until winter break is here. i'm so excited. and so ready for the two weeks of relaxation. are you having a good day? i hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchos gracias, jessicadnguyen.&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/4698467987872540135-1888364121677236037?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1888364121677236037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1888364121677236037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1888364121677236037'/><link rel='self' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://www.boomupgirl.com/web/upload/title.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;bad. ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-7722328585758972262?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7722328585758972262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=7722328585758972262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;when it rains, i feel sad. maybe it's 'cause when it rains, i think god is crying for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-5371981604225457190?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5371981604225457190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5371981604225457190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5371981604225457190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5371981604225457190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/12/rainy-day-blues.html' title='rainy day blues.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8440127934610551036</id><published>2009-12-06T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:14:22.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;sometimes it's really scary when you're surrounded by people but feel incredibly alone. i'm standing in this insane crowd. people everywhere. talking. eating. laughing. smiling. christmas music playing in the background. soapy snow falling on top of my head. and yet the only thing i can do is stare at the sky and think about how lonely life can be. it sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it. maybe that's why i hate being alone. it's just scary, the concept of spending the rest of your life by yourself. eating alone. watching tv alone. going places alone. whenever i see people eating alone at restaurants i wish i could sit with them. you know how boring it is to eat alone? really boring. i did it this morning. everyone was somewhere. so i made myself a bowl of cereal and read the newspaper. the house was really quiet, kind of scary. i could hear everything. water dripping. fridge humming. the house moving. rustle of the newspaper. crunch goes the cereal. kind of creepy. solitude is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;yesterday was the FV tree lighting, which was where i was practically ten hours of the day. i was there in the morning from eight to eleven thirty ish. then came home went to church for three hours. then went straight back and stayed from five until ten at night cleaning and helping with booths. it was really fun. i spent most of the night playing with doug. we had to shovel up the fake snow. with our HANDS. it was very cold. the fireworks were nice. yaddayaddayadda, who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;oh so, catch me if you can.&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/4698467987872540135-8440127934610551036?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8440127934610551036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8440127934610551036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8440127934610551036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8440127934610551036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-so-so.html' title='oh so so.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6156725132055216161</id><published>2009-12-02T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:24:32.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pensive blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i wish i had a pensieve. you know, the one from harrypotter? the little bowl thing that dumbledore keeps his thoughts in. if i had one of those, that'd be pretty cool. i could just put all the confusing our contradicting thoughts in the bowl. and then i could just spend hours staring at them until they made sense. they could just swirl around until they separated into things that i could understand. but. then again, if EVERYONE had a pensieve, life wouldn't be as interesting. right? right.&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/4698467987872540135-6156725132055216161?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6156725132055216161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6156725132055216161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6156725132055216161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6156725132055216161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/12/pensive-blogging.html' title='pensive blogging.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1340827867282245</id><published>2009-12-02T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:05:51.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something quick while i annotate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;douglas tran is my freaking blog hero. i wish i could blog like him. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i'll blog this weekend. kay? bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;oh yeah, doesn't it feel like christmas? i love it. (:&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/4698467987872540135-1340827867282245?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1340827867282245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1340827867282245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1340827867282245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1340827867282245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-quick-while-i-annotate.html' title='something quick while i annotate.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-7346672731277777268</id><published>2009-11-30T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:39:45.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, i'm breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so here we go again. haven't blogged for real in awhile. not that i'm not busy tonight but i just feel the urge to blog. today i talked to an assortment of people. all of whom i miss talking to or seeing on a daily basis. [yes you christina hung, miss you to pieces.] but yeah, i think i'm in a good mood right now, after all the reconnections with the people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;tomorrow is disneyland. i get the feeling i'm gonna get a lot of thinking done tomorrow. weird right? but i always get nostalgic at disneyland. i get that. man, i wish you were here with me thing going on. which. yeah, i really do wish you were with me. at disneyland. *tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;keyclub this saturday. i'm extremely excited to see my friendlies doug and brandon. especially since i haven't seen them in a long time. :( and also i love the feeling of being at keyclub early in the morning. how can people NOT love it? (: *waves at doug* [hey doug! i'm breathing! :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i'm tired. but i do'nt want to sleep. i think i don't want to miss out on this limited time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;nts: GOPHER CARD. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;sincerely yours, jessicadnguyen.&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/4698467987872540135-7346672731277777268?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7346672731277777268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=7346672731277777268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7346672731277777268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7346672731277777268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-im-breathing.html' title='hey, i&apos;m breathing.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5685025276193659498</id><published>2009-11-27T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:09:39.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gift from the sea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so i've been reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;solitude is right. it's something i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;life is too busy these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;no time to think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;wedding tomorrow, very excited. did everyone have a nice thanksgiving? i hope so.&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/4698467987872540135-5685025276193659498?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5685025276193659498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5685025276193659498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5685025276193659498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5685025276193659498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-from-sea.html' title='gift from the sea.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6212952363832873097</id><published>2009-11-24T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:32:15.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifesaver popsicles are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;GODSEND. they are so freaking delicious. like. 12 popsicles for 99CENTS. it's amazing. they taste like lifesavers. i am completely content spending my life eating these things every now and then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;anyways, that's all i had to say. i'm going to go read now! i went to the library today! (:&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/4698467987872540135-6212952363832873097?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6212952363832873097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6212952363832873097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6212952363832873097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6212952363832873097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifesaver-popsicles-are.html' title='lifesaver popsicles are...'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2256325631297919298</id><published>2009-11-22T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:41:55.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy viet martyrs' day.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;all i have to say is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;jesus. and. me. together. forever. (:&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/4698467987872540135-2256325631297919298?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2256325631297919298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=2256325631297919298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2256325631297919298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2256325631297919298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-viet-martyrs-day.html' title='happy viet martyrs&apos; day.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-209199741723747384</id><published>2009-11-18T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:32:37.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i, unfortanetly, must watched the foxla news cast about mr. james and the board meeting. and how the administration is trying to get him fired. [if you want to watch it, the video link is here. http://www.myfoxla.com/dpp/news/local/local_teacher_allegedly_forced_to_quit_20091117]. it's. just a sad thing to watch. and hear about. i almost cried watching the video.even though i've never had a class with mr. james. i sure do know how much of an impact he has on our school. whenever you need him he's there for you. like the time i ripped my dollar and he taped it back together for me. mr. james is such a big part of LQ. the fact that the administration is trying to get him fired. is just awful. i hope mr. james is okay. i'm done talking about it. mr. james=strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;hm what to say. i had a lot to say. but i'm kinda speechless sad now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i don't know why i care. it's not like we're that good of friends anyways. it's not like you're there for me through thick and thin. it's not like if i called you right now and said i was in trouble, you'd come running. it's not like i meant anything to you anyways. i don't want to care anymore. life's unfair. yeahyeah i know, when was life ever fair anyways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;dear mr. vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. you see us as what you want to see us. in the simplest terms. in the most convenient definitions. but. what we found out is that each one of us is a brain. and an athlete. and a basket case. a princess. and a criminal. does that answer your question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;sincerely yours the breakfast club.&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/4698467987872540135-209199741723747384?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/209199741723747384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=209199741723747384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/209199741723747384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/209199741723747384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/musings.html' title='musings.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2866159653490746656</id><published>2009-11-16T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:39:20.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pure blog one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hello pure blog, here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been a busy girl lately. it's kind of scary. i've had to start putting my priorities in their place. there are just too many things to do. not enough time. not enough jessicas. there's so much pressure junior year. i'm taking my sats in january. and i have to worry about financial aid stuff that i have to get done. teen values club is dying. trying my best to go to keyclub events. have to throw in going to thieunhi and of course i have to go to church. sigh. it's okay. i'm okay. actually, i think i'm getting better at the juggling. not so much at the stress handling. but hey, good news. that physics final i was stressing about? i did good. proud of myself? heck yeah. it was a reminder that yeah, i can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't write more. but i have caught up on you're beautiful. and it still makes me wish i was just. that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doug brought up a good point. he asked me, jokingly, to proofread his blog. can you even do that? is there some way to. some how. edit your own thoughts. the things that come to mind. i think i try to. like when i accidentally think about me and you being together when i accidentally catch you in the corner of my eye. in the corner of my mind. and then i try to brush the thought out of my mind, because i'm not supposed to think them. is that editting your thoughts? pretending you never thought of them? pretending like. it never came to mind? because if that's what it is. i'm guilty of doing it. aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming. can you feel it? it's in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conceptual question. is jessica ever going to get tired of waiting for something that might never come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; answer: d. cannot be answered with the information given.&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/4698467987872540135-2866159653490746656?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2866159653490746656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=2866159653490746656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2866159653490746656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2866159653490746656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/pure-blog-one.html' title='pure blog one.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-3181160680193697898</id><published>2009-11-16T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:51:18.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i haven't blogged in awhile. too busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm very confused. don't know what to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;can you feel my heartbeat? the heart that you've stomped on is still beating and even so towards you. no matter how hard i try, no matter how many new people i meet. and again and again. why must i turn around and think of you? i'm going to stop, i want to stop. though i calm myself again, it's no use. my heart is broken, why? why am i still doing these stupid things, my mind seems to understand. but why must my heart still act on its own? i grabbed you and i still can't let you go. it still seems like you're by my side, i can't believe in goodbyes. no matter who meet, i can't open a part of my heart, and i keep leaving a space for you. there's no reason for you to come back. but my heart keeps believing you will. why won't it listen? listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;seriously? back to square one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-3181160680193697898?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3181160680193697898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=3181160680193697898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3181160680193697898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3181160680193697898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/heartbeat.html' title='heartbeat.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-225720186145764579</id><published>2009-11-07T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:36:07.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;today was enlightening. i went to the cemetery with thieunhi people. we went around to the people we knew who were at the cemetery who died and prayed for them. at first i was reluctant to go. because you know, who wants to spend their saturday at a cemetery? but in the end, i was rather glad i went. we first went to anh son's burial spot. i do'nt really remember him. he was a huynh truong at st. barbara when i was 7 years old. he died when he was 20. i looked at his picture and i recognized his face. god, life is so short...we stopped at other burials. jimmy's dad for instance. he really looked like jimmy. i wonder how jimmy felt when he died. its not something i've ever really thought about. then we stopped by chi nga's niece's burial spot. her niece was a baby. only seven months old. and she died leaving behind a twin. a lot of babies that wer eburied there were only a few months old. we even saw one that was only two hours old. that made me think. damn life is REALLY short. and we stopped by some other people's burial spots like john's grandma. and bob's grandma. but the one that really made me tear up was the boy from another church. he was from lavang i think? i don't remember his name. i remember his saint name though, andrew. he was twelve years old when something in his brain went wrong. and he died. his birthday was two days ago, on thursday. november fifth. he would have been fourteen years old. it just really hit close to home. i didnt' know the kid personally but i remember seeing him at camp. and anh huy knew him and. it was the first burial i saw that was a kid almost my age. who went to thieu nhi and. i remembered seeing at camp. he was buried in his thieu nhi uniform. that's amazing. and it really made me think about how. short life is. our last stop was anh mau. he dedicated his life to thieu nhi. and i remember watching the skit about him at camp. it made me cry. i think he'll be happy to see that so many people visited his grave. he would've been around fifty this year. man, life is short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so basically, i learned that life is incredibly short. and you should live it to the fullest. i think all those people we visited are happy today. because they know they aren't forgotten. amen to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-225720186145764579?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/225720186145764579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=225720186145764579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/225720186145764579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/225720186145764579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-forget.html' title='don&apos;t forget.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1871546700296972454</id><published>2009-11-05T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:00:46.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember the fifth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;total allusion to v for vendetta right there. (: i love that movie man oh man. and today's the fifth. so remember the fifth. :D i've been really busy. haven't really blogged. except for. maybe the you&amp;amp;i thing. on tuesday. (: SUCH a good song. i also got the new VITASLU album. i am SO HAPPY ABOUT THAT! it's such a good album. vitas lu lulls me to sleep every night now with his beautiful music. *heart* i have a bigfat calculus test tomorrow. but i studied super hard. so hopefully i'll do okay. (: what's happened in the last few days? really? not much. too busy to even think. much too busy. i don't really know what to blog anymore. i had a lot on my mind. but now that i'm blogging. it's just kinda stuck in a rut. well, that's that. today was a cute day. i fought with alex about urban dictionary definitions. i'm pretty sure i won. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;love always, jessicadnguyen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-1871546700296972454?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1871546700296972454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1871546700296972454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1871546700296972454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1871546700296972454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-fifth.html' title='remember the fifth.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-234002259085384622</id><published>2009-11-02T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:23:58.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIREDOFWAITING. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2NwCH9MEvQ&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2NwCH9MEvQ&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in honor of the forever leaderjay. i have to post this picture up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://twistedstars.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/1242387436_1.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;damn, how could you POSSIBLY get tired of waiting for that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ha. ha. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;neil, please don't pull your shirt up when you see that picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;sincerely yours, jessicadnguyen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-234002259085384622?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/234002259085384622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=234002259085384622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/234002259085384622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/234002259085384622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiredofwaiting-3.html' title='TIREDOFWAITING. &lt;3'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-7066058678541906403</id><published>2009-11-02T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:53:35.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you&amp;i. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xkej65KEAmk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xkej65KEAmk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;no matter what happens. even when the sky is falling down. i'll promise you. that i'll never let you go. you, when i fell. you held me back up with an unfaltering gaze. and you, through those sad times. held my hands 'til the end of the world. i might be a shabby person. who has never done anything for you. but today, i am singing this song just for you. tonight, within those two eyes. and a smile. i can see the pains from protecting me. you and i together, it's just feels so right. even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you. you and i together. don't ever let go of my hands. even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you. our love has changed bit by bit. just like others. but don't be sad. hopefully i will be someone who you can trust like an old friend. and someone you can lean onto. i promise you that i'm right here baby. i might be a shabby person. who has never done anything for you. but today, i am singing this song just for you. tonight, within those two eyes. and a smile. i can see the pains from protecting me. you and i together, it's just feels so right. even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you. you and i together. don't ever let go of my hands. even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you. i close my eyes lightly, whenever i feel lonely again. i no longer fear when your breath holds me. no one in the world can replace you. you are the only one in my heart. i'll be there for you baby. you and i together, it just feels so right. even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you. you and i together, don't ever let go of my hands. even though i bid you goodbye. to me this world is just you. just you and i. forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovealways, jessicadnguyen. &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/4698467987872540135-7066058678541906403?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7066058678541906403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=7066058678541906403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7066058678541906403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7066058678541906403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-3.html' title='you&amp;i. &lt;3'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5159189461578371741</id><published>2009-11-01T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:36:10.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>off to see the wizard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;last night was halloween. went trickortreating with lany &amp;amp; carl. it was a super fun night. i was dorothy! and lany was belle. and my favorite part of the night was when these two little girls dressed up as belle and sleeping beauty ran up to us and were like "YOU GUYS ARE SO PRETTY!" and we were like "OMG YOU GUYS ARE SO ADORABLE!" they were SO cute. [and i am not a pedophile alex!] and my second favorite part of the night was after we changed back into regular clothes and me and lany and carl walked to the park in her neighborhood and sat there and talked. and then this little boy comes walking towards us and i made a weird ghost noise and the boy stopped dead on his track. and then ran away. THAT WAS SO FUNNY. *tears of laughter* and then we walked back to lany's house. and they were walking big steps. and my short legs did not keep up. failure. all in all. a perfect halloween. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i like reading doug's blog. it always sounds so much more insightful than my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;lately i've been accidentally wishing on a lot of helicopters. i don't know if it's fate that the stars don't want me to wish on them. or because. california's sky is crazily infested with helicopters and light pollution. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;it's only fiveoclock. but it's rather dark outside. i don't like it. i like the winter. but i hate that it gets dark so quickly. it makes the day feel so short. and it makes me feel scared that there's not enough time to do everything i need to do. freaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so i haven't really finished up this blog. i've spent the last hour or so drilling on apphysics problems. apphysics ftw, yeah right. :) tomorrow is monday. i have an apphysics quiz. an apcalculus quiz. aplang socratic seminar, but i'm outercircle which is easypeasy. i have...that's it. (: yay. apcalculus should be easy. related rates is whatever. except for the shadow problems. which are like more like WTF problems. but mr. greek will explain them when he gets back tuesday. we get our new seats for orchestra tomorrow. who wants to make bets that i'll end up in the same seat!? -__- for the past three years i've managed to stay in the same general area. it's freaking ridiculous, which is why i should warn you that if said thing happens again i will most likely be blogging about how insufficient and horrible our leprechaun-lookalike fattie music teacher is. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i haven't hyperblogged in awhile. maybe tomorrow? i'm just not feeling CRAZY enough for a hyperblog today. you know what i mean? it's cause i've been sick. WITH SWINE FLU. hahahhahha! :D yeah right. i'll hyperblog when i get in the mood. which will probably be soon. i mean, some days i'm rather crazy. and people know that. but probably by the end of the day i get too tired. and then once i have the time to climb onto my chair and turn on the computer the energy's kinda gone. if i do recall most of my hyperblogs were from summer. oh summer how i miss you. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;dinner for jessica today: yams. i really like yams. they're so yummy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so i'm browsing tumblr. and they have this. the wire thing. or something. where all the posts that are being posted appear on the screen. if posts are pictures it shows you the pictures and it's constantly changing cause people are posting up stuff. and every now and then some strange person posts up a picture of them making out with their significant other or a weird picture. and i'm just thinking. REALLY?! REALLY? i mean, it's like. do these people have no dignity whatsoever? is it really necessary to post up pictures of you guys making out. or pictures of you in slutty clothes? it's embarassing to the human race. and it's even worse when it's an asian. i'm just like, wow. disgrace the asian population why don't you. i just think it's disgusting. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i just saw the snuggies commercial. i...do not understand. it's like...a poncho. with arm holes..."for flexibility in the arms." ... what? ... it's so. stupid. but...i want one. just to see...if it's FOR REAL? i mean. really.a blanket with arm holes. for your arms. flexibility. isn't that like...A JACKET. in poncho form...HOW DO THEY EVEN MAKE A PROFIT OFF THIS. who buys these things?! no comprendo. next year...for halloween. i think i'll be a snuggie. :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;sometimes, i wish my blog was unknown. i think i could be more honest. but at the same time, if no one knew about my blog, i don't think i'd have much fun using it. my blog lets me be a little bit more drama queen than i'd usually be. and. i think. my blog makes me feel a little more important than how i'd usually feel. maybe it's 'cause i'm always imagining a bajillion people reading it. when it's really only like, five people. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;we keep waiting on the world to stop. but it won't slow down. and we'll never catch up. we keep waiting on the world to stop. but the time is now. and we've got to get off.&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/4698467987872540135-5159189461578371741?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5159189461578371741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5159189461578371741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5159189461578371741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5159189461578371741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/11/off-to-see-wizard.html' title='off to see the wizard!'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4356978888391492839</id><published>2009-10-31T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:46:34.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloweeeen! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but more importantly. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIA. we're the same age now! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;last night was the absolute worst sick night i've ever experienced. it was completly awful. at one point, i have no idea why but i start crying and then i just cry my eyes out for like thirty minutes. then after that my nose is completely stuffed so i'm blowing my nose for thiry minutes while i'm isolated in my room cause my parents and sister don't wanna get sick. and they're watching teevee in my parent's room while i'm dying in my own room. it was kinda sucky. eventually i fell asleep. feeling like crud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but today i feel much better. (: thank the lord. today's halloween. going trick or treating with lany later. i'm going to be a nghia si! cause i'm hiep si now. SIGHHH. i'm talking to alex right now about how cubic zirconiums are not sufficient wedding rings. he says i'm the black death cause i have the swine flu. i also think that i infected him with the swine flu. GOOD. &amp;gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;okay, it's 12:44. i'm insanely bored. so i'm going to go play games. have a SUPER halloween. and i hope you MAKE GOOD CHOICES, just like ms. rumble says. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sincerely yours, jessicadnguyen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-4356978888391492839?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4356978888391492839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4356978888391492839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4356978888391492839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4356978888391492839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloweeeen.html' title='happy halloweeeen! (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4216005879656942430</id><published>2009-10-30T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:48:38.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;basically, today was a poc. i woke up feeling HORRIBLY sick. and yeah, that's basically how the rest of the day went. me being horribly sick. coughing swine flu all up in duy's grill. having a headache and kinda feeling feverish. couldn't concentrate because my throat hurt. every part of my body ached. i just felt like crap. but there were some highlights to the day. gave maria, the BALLERINA, her present. getting sandwiches with duy and cringing. mr. nadeau's story. &amp;amp; ms. rumble's class was fun. still feel like a poc right now. just got back from jamba juice, thanks michael. white gummibear makes me feel better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;tumblr: "dear heart, today i met a boy. prepare to shatter." yes, i reblogged that picture on tumblr. and that's basically how i feel. you know how liking someone makes you feel like a fool? i certainly feel like a fool sometimes. it's a great feeling, note the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i've been irritable this past week. it might be because swine flu was creeping into my body. or because i was so stressed out about all the crap i had to do. but yeah, easily irritated. sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;last.fm: jason mraz; i'm yours. oh thank the lord. this song cheers me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i feel like i have something to seriously blog about. but i really don't know what it is. let me think. there have been lots of things on my mind. 1. i really enjoy the fact that sometimes you make it seem like you're always there but really you're not. 2. sometimes, people need to realize that i need time to myself. 3. i'm a crazy fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so doug really blogged yesterday. which makes me feel bad cause i never REALLY blog. i want to. i really do. but people read this thing right? maybe i'm scared. agreed, i AM scared. fine, i'll really blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; sometimes, i really hate liking someone because i feel like a fool who's hanging onto this guy's every word. i want to talk to him. no i don't. yes i do. no i don't. i feel like a nuisance. oh crap, i am. oh man,i am i am i am. :( i don't want to be a nuisance. maybe it's a sign to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i should have stayed home today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-4216005879656942430?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4216005879656942430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4216005879656942430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4216005879656942430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4216005879656942430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-words.html' title='no words.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8610707960004800427</id><published>2009-10-29T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:36:54.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jessicadnguyen. junior class rep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;has a nice ring to it doesn't it? i'm proud of myself! (: me and neil are now co-junior class reps for keyclub. HAPPPYFACE. (: past few days have been REALLLLLY busy. with school and orchestra and abstinence club. aiiish! but today's my break day cause i have NO HOMEWORK. hoooorah! (: for the fall concert i dressed up as a super cheap lame wanda. :( but i liked my pink hair. that was fun. :D HOMECOMING was today. LIPSYNC was amazing. i love you seniors! *heart* class of 2011 made me proud. good job guys. ESPECIALLY the spirit eater part. i was like dangggg! (: geebus. i feel like i haven't blogged ina billion years. which equals like. two days. since last time was monday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;since then, maria duy and i have formed the three muskateer compadres. BODing. even though it sounds dirty. it's so funnnny! (: duy's officially my new love guru because you know, he totally got rid of that damn tomtrinhxd for me. :) and now he's helping me out with his love guru skilllls! (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so the other day. i blogged on tumblr. but seriously i like it. BUT, i still love you more blogger. so let's just stay together forever and ever okay? love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"why do you need a mirror when i can tell you you're beautiful?" CUTE. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8610707960004800427?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8610707960004800427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8610707960004800427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8610707960004800427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8610707960004800427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/jessicadnguyen-junior-class-rep.html' title='jessicadnguyen. junior class rep.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5038684064287924156</id><published>2009-10-26T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:11:20.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheeredup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'cause. well. the night definitely made up for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-5038684064287924156?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5038684064287924156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5038684064287924156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5038684064287924156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5038684064287924156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheeredup.html' title='cheeredup.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-447479032490798386</id><published>2009-10-26T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:55:59.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walk down memory lane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;today: wasn't that great. the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i want to switch to tumblr. i really do. but i couldn't possibly leave behind all my past blogs. i just couldn't do it. :/ which reminds me. as i was trying [keyword: trying] to export my blog to tumblr. i got to reading some of my old blogs. reminiscing you know? my first blog on blogspot was this: "happy birthday to me. :D" and i love how i used to post up my icons from soompi. and songs of the day. and videos. and all those things. and this was. 2008. when i was still in confirmation. oh ouch, december8. i still think doug is the nicest guy ever. :) hi douggggie! oh. and december 2008 was san francisco. and when me and david were watching beethoven virus. teehee! and we got married phase. i loved that. :) december12: the first time i watched the guys play tennis i think. and they completely amazed me. and i blogged about how i loved the girls at the lunchtable. i still do! it kinda makes me sad because i feel like we've drifted since i blogged that blog. we gotta have a reconnect lunch time. when all the guys leave and we tell each other secrets. :) december17: fun stuff and not fun stuff. i miss viethoang. :( the not fun stuff i blogged about was the PLAGUE. wow man, that's. old school shtuff. and the next time i blogged i blogged about breakfast guy. OMG I JUST REMEMBERED WHO HE WAS. freaky. o_o december25: christmas. *heart* nghia si party. i will NEVER ever forget that party. ever. so many tears. but it was a very enlightening night. yes it was. and the first ever lunchtable crew party. who could possible forget that? and thene the end of 2008 came. and then it went. what a. year. i don't really feel like . rereading all of my 2009 blogs there are so many. but skimming through. a lot has happened. so many people have changed. the part around june 09 makes me sad. to think about. no no no. it makes me. feel funky. i miss those guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;yesterday. i spent an hour listening to epik high. that's all i listened to. for one whole hour. it was absolutely amazing. which reminds me. tablo got married today. more epik high tonight? see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;i said some insightful things in my old blogs. but one thing that's always stuck is "it's not what if. it's what now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-447479032490798386?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/447479032490798386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=447479032490798386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/447479032490798386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/447479032490798386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='walk down memory lane.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6521186527880395930</id><published>2009-10-25T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:44:19.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sand. in. my. pants. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so yesterday, aside from the sand in my pants and the kink in my shoulder that's scaring me cause of ms. rumble's hurt shoulder and now i'm scared i have a super hurt shoulder, yes aside from all that. yesterday was an amazingly beautiful day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;early morning. woke up at five thirty to get ready for keyclub surfrider beach clean up. there was SO MANY kids there. and we were freaking out 'cause there might not have been enough rides. victor came cause he was back from ucr for the weekend so that was an extra ride, hahah! (: i went with victor, SHOTGUN, jimmy, vaughn, and kevin (michelle's little brother). victor's a pretty good driver, oh except when he's swerving all over the place cause it's funny when i'm about to pee my pants and when he's blasting taylor swift with all the window's down and waving at little old white ladies who get scared cause he's a creeper. stopped at famima. for the first time. it's like...711 except expensiver. :o they had CARROT cake but i didn't buy any. drove all the way to PCH. it was so prettttty! and cold. but not THAT cold. except when i dipped my feet in it was COLD. and neil was like laying in the water. he's going to get SO SICK. but other than that it was pretty fun. (: played. "this is so fun" which was hard cause i always laugh! :( and huggiebears? where everyone got hurt. hugging each other. "WHAT IS TWO TIMES THE COSINE OF NINETY DEGREES?!" and then ninja. and other stuff. tuan lost his phone which was like. tears forever. tiredtiredtired feet. drove back. and we got michelle into the car. :) that was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;back to school. walked around for like an hour. stalked mr. brunner. and then when mr. brunner finally let us in for the ap physics session. i told him MR BRUNNER I HAVE A PRESENT FOR YOU. mr brunner looks at victor. face: WTF? hahahhaha. so funny. i love mr. brunner. *heart* we studied mirrors and lens which was easy. when he put up the equation for magnification apparently the equation said dildo. cause it was di/do. o_o everyone laughed. but i was like wtf? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. then. mr. brunner laughed at me cause i didn't get it. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;after apphysics, me and teresa went to david's house cause i had an hour to kill before my parents could pick me up cause they went to church. me teresa david and alex walked to taco bell. FRUTISTA FREEEEZE. then me and teresa went back to school cause she was getting picked up there and i'm a good friend so i waited with her. victor and andrew were playing tennis which brought back like five hundred bajillion memories! except oh yeah they were also playing with this old guy tooo. i think old guys are so funnnny! (: around five i went homeee. i was so tired. my feet hurt so bad! there was sand in my hair thanks to kevin :( and now i have this weird kink in my shoulder that i KNOW IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THERE. ughhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;right now, working on my socratic seminar. :( sadnesss. when i finish i'm goingto michael's to get a yellow teeshirt so i can be wanda (: even though i have work, i am still chipperdippper. ermmm, i'm still trying to figure out how to import my blogs from this blog to tumblr. but if i can't then i won't switch. if i can then i'll switch. okay, back to work! bye bye bye! :)&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/4698467987872540135-6521186527880395930?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6521186527880395930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6521186527880395930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6521186527880395930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6521186527880395930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sand-in-my-pants.html' title='sand. in. my. pants. :('/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2071858555414309105</id><published>2009-10-23T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:58:13.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complete exhuastion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i don't know if this exhaustion is the cumulation of the past month and a half of being completely busy or if it's because kelly might have given me the flu. but i am seriously exhausted today. i feel like i'm about to pass out. this past month and a half i've completely let myself be distracted with abstinence, keyclub, orchestra, school, thieunhi, bible. so many things. thank GOODNESS i kept my grades up. right now i'm hitting up a 4.2 GPA. but hopefully by the end of the semester i can bump up my apphysics grade to an A and have straight a's. 4.4. here i comeeeeeeee. (: i was really happy when i got my progress report cause i'm doing good. yay life. i'm kinda sad i'm missing thieunhi tomorrow for apphysics. i've skipped two times in a month. but at least i'll be there next week. school first i suppose. i'll be back next week! :) yeeeeboy. anyways. let's hope a long night's sleep will take away the exhaustion so i have the maximum amount of fun tomorrow at the keyclub beach cleanup. AT EIGHT IN THE MORNING. &amp;amp; at the apphysics session. i'm going to kill alex. (: ohyeah. happy birthday peter! i remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i was just on the keyclub website. and some kiwins person spammed our chatbox with join kiwins and f**k keyclub. ARE YOU. KIDDING ME. this is freaking ridiculous. i do'nt understand. i do not understand. i am completely. angry. about this. this is. downright. RUDE. and obnoxious. and uncalled for. you can bash us all you want. but don't come to OUR website and start bashing us. it's just not right. GO AWAY. just go away. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;oh boy oh boy. the room is starting to spin. *breathes* okay i'm okay now. i should take better care of myself. :/ this morning i woke up thirty minutes later. i've must have been really tired. which doesn't make sense because i sleep early. must be the exhaustion of everything. blahhhhhhhhhhh. i have so much work to do this weekend. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;oh yeah. congrats to our football team. they beat LOS AMIGOS. man. we've been winning more and more games. it's so amazing. i'm amazed! it must be the new coach. i think it's mr choate? idkkk , but man. bring the pride to LQ. :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;the last thing i want to say is: i miss freshmen year a little bit.&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/4698467987872540135-2071858555414309105?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2071858555414309105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=2071858555414309105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2071858555414309105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2071858555414309105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/complete-exhuastion.html' title='complete exhuastion.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5381847379638875317</id><published>2009-10-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:59:51.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here it goes again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this morning. i saw a star and i made a wish that you would remember. then the star moved. turns out it was a helicopter. oh pooo. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;other than my whole star wishing fail. today was a really good day. thank goodness. keyclub meeting went really well. i like having people shove money in my direction. i could have walked out with like a hundred bucks. but i DIDN'T. because i'm a good girl! :) this weekend is public works so i'm super excited. (: yumyumyum. i got 133/131 for my homework packet for history. which is like. YES. and i understood ap physics today which is a double YES and subs came out for you're beautiful which is TRIPLE YES. except minus a half cause i saw the kissing scene between uee and jgs and i was like :o :o :o nooooooooo! so TWO AND&amp;nbsp; A HALF YES. plus another half 'cause ms. rumble came back so yeah TRIPLE YES. :) intro was so funnny today. kelly missed out cause she was taking her ap chem test. but we talked about the creeper substitute from yesterday. period six, we're the best! her special angels. :) i do not know why but my printer is not printer.bummmmmer. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;last night, went to the lqve &amp;amp; drama concert. it was so BEAUTIFUL. :') good job kathy tay kevin chris peter quincy sonny and brandon. and all those other peoples. :) it was so good. especially ESPECIALLY the last song where hensley let all the lqve alumni come up and take their old spots and sing. I GOT SO NOSTALGIC! i saw guillermo! and vincent! *hugs* and i saw andrew. and josie. and john. and everyone. it was like. *tears forever* it made me and maria very sad in a happy way. cause we were thinking about when WE'LL be seniors. that's going to be so weird. NO i will not think about that now. *tears* but yeah. LQVE, AMAZINGNESSS. *heart* :) drama was prettttty funny. especially genaviv [sp?] she was FREAKING HILARIOUS. but that one girl with the pink hair was so stupid. i can't believe she said what she said in front of hensley. what a dumb bunny.plus. she wasn't funny at all. oh yeah i saw garrett! but i forgot to say hi. :/ oh welllll. over all. great night with maria and michelle. [MEAN TO ME!] goood stuff. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i realllllly enjoy that short walk from the parking lot to my locker in the morning. because it's zero period. there's no one there. and it's just a really good five minutes to myself. because for the rest of the day there's just people everywhere. hustle and bustle. and that five precious minutes i have to myself walking. i love it. which is why i think i do'nt hate zero. i would not be happy if i lost my precious five minutes alone in the morning looking at the sunrise. school is kinda pretty without so many people running around everywhere. it's quiet in a beautiful way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;just finished my homework. mom's making dinner and it smells sososo yummy. (: just looked. she's making kungpao chicken. nyomnyomnyom. (: an airplane just flew over my house. SO LOUD. i thought it was a ufo. so freaky deeeky. it's almost time for dinner. hacking starving. kungpao chicken came out SO SO GOOOOD. (: bye friends. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the end is such a scary place to start. everything is torn apart. and i don't know where to go from here. in the end. there's no reason to pretend. i know you won't be back again. i gotta find a way from here. i don't know where i'll fall down. but i'm sure to hit the ground. 'cause it's not over til it's over. every ending's a new beginning. one more chance to get it right. one more chance to get it wrong. it's not over til it's over. sometime's nowhere leads to somewhere. and it all starts again. in the end, and it's such a scary place to be. everything is in between. and i do'nt know where to go from here. in the end i see it's all up to me. to figure out where i should be. i'm gonna find a way from here. in the end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;thank you jason reeves. (:&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/4698467987872540135-5381847379638875317?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5381847379638875317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5381847379638875317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5381847379638875317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5381847379638875317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-it-goes-again.html' title='here it goes again.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8915138247327970299</id><published>2009-10-21T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:58:10.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another latestart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;happy latestart. (: today i ate breakfast with davidnguyyyy like i do every latestart. (: and me and him and chris listened to i'm yours. yay! and all these other songs. on chris' loudbutt speakers. and trance music which was funny. today, was easy. we had an abstinence club meeting. i am working on the website/facebook as we speak! (: errrm, not much homework, just apphysics. my grade is slowly climbing back up. yay. uhhhm, tonigh is the fall choir/drama concert. i'm going! with maria &amp;amp; kevin. yay. support lqve. (: errrrm, my concert is next wednesday. i think i might be dorothy if huong lets me borrow her costume. otherwise. BACKUP is my thieunhi uniform. ;) andddddd, emily wants to wear footsie pajamas but i REFUSEE. :) uhmm uhmm uhmm. i forgot. what i was going to say. oh yeah, something big went down yesterday or something cause a lot of asb people were gone. :o me and maria speculated but who knows. i'm excited. cause you're beautiful aired so subs should come out soon. yay life. i kinda have the gist [is that how you spell it] of my business letter outlined. i just need to figure out...how to write a business letter. :( tears for me! :) today i had fun in apphysics. except when alex and bryan made fun of me for mixing up sc [starcraft] with cs [counterstrike]....what a bunch of BULLLLIES. :( uhm. blahblahblah. last night i baked all these strawberry pastries that came out pretty good. i'm proud of myself. :) oh yeah. last night i rewatched wild bunny episodes cause i miss jayyyyyyyyy. :( he was the PERFECT leader for twopm. geebus jyp. you made a stupid move! :( oh yeah. tumblr. I REFUSE TO USE IT. as much as i am really liking the format...I WILL NOT ABANDON MY LITTLE BLOGSPOT. sometimes i feel like. i should be able to blog more openly with this blog. maybe i'm scared to cause i know people read this thing. okay okay. i will make a vow right now....ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i, jessica d nguyen. vow to openly blog to my heart's consent on this blog. without worrying about who reads this. and how they interpret it. signed, jessicadnguyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i did it. i will now openly blog. yeah right. NO I TAKE THAT BACK. i will! i will. it'll just take time. i refuse to delete anything i say. even though i know i might regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i miss kathy. i feel like even though i see her every day. i haven't really talked to her. even though she's right there. okay i make a vow to REALLLYREALLLY talk to her tomorrow. NO. tonight! when i see her. I'M SUPPORTING HER AT HER CONCERT. like the good friend i am. i really miss her. 'cause i haven't even caught up with her on anything yet. no updates nothing. i feel lost. and sorry. is this what high school does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i think i have this schoolgirl crush on this guy. oh no, kelly he isn't universally cute. at all. :) but he's just one of those guys in your classes that you enjoy fighting with all the time. even though you're not really fighting. and you know you're not really fighting cause you're both laughing. it's just fun. i wish life was always this simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i feel like. it always happens on days like these. i push i push and i push you away. and then months fly by. and. the little birdy flies back. i can't decide if i'm happy that i'm in the back of your mind. of if i'm angry that you're always in the back of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i watch korean dramas because i just want&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to be that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8915138247327970299?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8915138247327970299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8915138247327970299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8915138247327970299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8915138247327970299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-latestart.html' title='just another latestart.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4760524430460025075</id><published>2009-10-20T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:09:03.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mystery to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i am having a spot of writer's block. i'm trying to write my business letter. to the business club. people. teacher advisors. so that they will consider choosing me to be junior executive. which is a board member position. that makes me president next year. i am having the hardest time. promoting myself. that is quite hard you know? :) and because i'm having writer's block. i've decided...to blog. blog it out yoyoyo. last few days. choc walk was superfun. (: yayyyy! dennys was fun. brandon eats like a monster! errrrrm, i listened to mblaq and beast. finally. SO GOOD. SO DAMN GOOD. and...*drools at chocolate abs* and aj's smile. (: andddddddd. i started watching. autumn's concerto. with vanness wu. he's...cute...and OLD. but not old looking. but i'm reminded that he. is old. because. he's old. but he's cute. in a not old looking way. WEIRD. andd. i read on yahoo. that BALLOON FLYING AWAY WITH THE BOY was a SCAM. what a messed up father. i'd punch him in the face! and. also. last night i watched the PROPOSAL. and that was freaking awesome cause i freaking LOVE ryanreynolds. *heart* he's so cuteeeeeeee! and the movie was so cute. except for the part where they walked into each other naked. i was like. wtf? yeahhhh. i can't stop listening to TTL listen 2. :) it's so gooood. supernova forever in my corazonnnn. teehee! and today. the table decided to go support kevinkathy&amp;amp;tay. at their choir concert tomorrow. except duy won't go unless i pay for him. that little "disk" HAHA, misspelling ftw. arghhh! business letters are HARD. :( oh yeah, and last night i fully watched the first episode of miss no good. which i put off only because rainie yang's voice was so annoying in this one. and she's like. retardo. but DEAN FUJIOKA IS SO DAMN CUTE. like. *faints* cute. i am happy just thinking about him. so i guess his cuteness overpowered rainie's characters. not cuteness. but she ends up with the other guy. wilber pan who is not..so cute. so i'm all sad. because i know that'll happen! but for now. i will just bask in the beautifulness of dean fujioka's beyond cute character. (: hahhaha. fangirling. i haven't really updated my blog daily. cause i really do'nt feel like killing my day by reading emo blogs that some of my friends write. geeebus, we're already in an economic recession! :[ haha, just kidding. sorta. well i just don't feel like being bummed out. so i haven't updated as frequently. or maybe, the real reason. is that i'm just hacking lazy. ;) blahblahblah. i REALLY want to reset my top 25 most played on itunes. but i have no idea how! booooo hooo. :( hmm, today is queen seon deok day cause it's a tuesday remember? :) tuesdaytuesdaytuesday. hmm."once upon a time, i believe it was a tuesday when i caught your eye." ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeeeheeeee, oh the irony, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-4760524430460025075?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4760524430460025075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4760524430460025075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4760524430460025075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4760524430460025075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/mystery-to-me.html' title='mystery to me.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1244823677457151992</id><published>2009-10-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:05:34.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closer to heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krdr9f8lNj1qa1jsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 365px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krdr9f8lNj1qa1jsc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;i want. a love like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-1244823677457151992?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1244823677457151992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1244823677457151992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1244823677457151992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1244823677457151992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/closer-to-heaven.html' title='closer to heaven.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1029598250512414866</id><published>2009-10-15T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:49:00.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone in my little world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the bright sunlight one afternoon woke me up slowly from sleep. but nothing mattered. the forgotten faces of many have been covered by time where they do belong. as i look around. my shadow stands alone. do you feel lost in your place. no one seems to understand your mind. does anyone care to know what is it that troubles you inside? do you feel lonely in your heart. though everything seems to be right. take a walk with me, away. from everything that makes you cry. the moon that has risen in the midst of darkness brightens the dark night. and nothing mattered. the days which have flowed by disappears into the faint whispers where they do belong. in the midst of the old song of memories. i try to fall asleep. do you feel lost in your place. no one seems to understand your mind. does anyone care to know what is it that troubles you inside? do you feel lonely in your heart. though everything seems to be right. take a walk with me, away. from everything that makes you cry. take a walk with me now. i'll be your friend. take a deep breath of air. to clear your mind.  take a walk when you feel low and nothing seems to comfort you inside. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[take a walk; clazziquai project.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've forgotten how long it has been. since i've never agian listened to you telling your beloved fairytale. i've thought of a long time. i start to panic. have i done something wrong? you said to me with eyes full of tears inside the fairytale are all lies. i can't possibly be your prince. maybe you can never understand. that the moment you said i love you. the stars in the sky brightened. i'm will to be that angel you love inside the fairytale. spread up my hands and become the wings to protect you. you must believe. that we can be like that in the fairytale. prosperity and happiness is the ending. let's write our ending together.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [tonghua/fairytale.]&lt;/span&gt; i was a little girl. alone in my little world. who dreamed of a little home for me. i played pretend between the trees. and fed my houseguests back and leaves. and laughed in my pretty bed of green. i had a dream. that i could fly from the highest swing. i had a dream. long walks in the dark though woods grown behind the park. i asked god who i'm supposed to be. the stars smiled down on me. god answered in silent reverie. i said a prayer and fell asleep. i had a dream. that i could fly from the highest tree. i had a dream. now im old and feeling grey. i don't know what's left to say about htis life i'm willing to leave. i lived it full and i lived it well there's many tales i've lived to tell. i'm ready now. i'm ready now. i'm ready now to fly from the highest wing. i had a dream. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[dream; priscilla ahn.] &lt;/span&gt;it's in the silences. the words you never say. i see it in your eyes. it always starts the same way. it seems like everyone we know is breaking up. does anybody every stay in love. anymore? i promise you. from the bottom of my heart. i will love you til the death do us part. i promise you as a lover and a friend. i will love you like i never love again. with everything i am. i see you look at me. when you think i'm not aware. you're searching for clue. of just how deep my feelings are. how do you prove the sky is blue the oceans wide? all i know is what i feel when i look into your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i promise you. from the bottom of my heart. i will love you til the death do us part. i promise you as a lover and a friend. i will love you like i never love again. with everything i am. oh there are no guarantees. thats what you always say to me. but late at night. i feel the tremble of your touch. oh what i'm trying to say to you, i never said to anyone i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i promise you. from the bottom of my heart. i will love you til death do us part. i do my darling, i promise you. i promise you as a lover and a friend. i will love you like i never love again. with everything i am i promise you. from the bottom of my heart. i promise you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [i promise you; backstreet boys.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i suddenly got lazy. you know, love save the empty?; jdn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-1029598250512414866?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1029598250512414866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1029598250512414866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1029598250512414866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1029598250512414866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/alone-in-my-little-world.html' title='alone in my little world.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6596285308959970159</id><published>2009-10-15T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:31:39.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteenth;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;birthday recap: saturdaynight hiep and teresa took me to eat for our annual. yay it's jessica's birthday outing. :) hmm, we drove pretty far and then we were coming near and ihop and i was like OMG are we going to ihop?! cool. and they were like YEAH. except we didn't turn into the ihop parking lot. so i was very confused. turns out we ended up at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tokyo hibachi&lt;/span&gt;. some japanese restaurant. it's a sushi bar. AND one of those places where japanese guys cook in front of you. IT WAS REALLLLLLLY fun. i was like. sitting there. wide eyed. drooling? HAHA, not..really. hiep spent the night making fun of me. and i spent the night making fun of teresa. (: thanks guysss, i had a great time. next year guppies? whootwhoot. sunday: hiep si training day. it was. A WASTE OF SEVEN HOURS OF MY LIFE. but i'm proud to have my poopycolored khanh. (: monday: my actual birthday. thanks to everyone who actually remembered. :) end birthday recap. jessica is now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so. haven't blogged in a week. i was going to after my birthday. but i just kept putting it off and off and off. it rained yesterday. i was really excited. BUT TODAY, WAS A REALLY GOOD DAY. i got a SIXXXX on the aplang essay. and aced my calculus quiz. and the spanish test was easy. and yay! and i have an AAAAA in aplang. (: happppyfaces. errrrm, what else? this weekend is chocwalk. still need twentyfivedollars. WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO DONATE? (: i would really appreciate it. ohyeah. i'm so gonna music blog after this. i've spent the last few gloomy days. and rainy day. listening to music. yes duy, tonghua ftw. xD he has a stalker girl! :O andddd, THERE IS A CREEPY GUY AT SCHOOOOL. but i havent seen him the last few days. so maybe he isnt a creeper anymore. lately i've been watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're beautiful&lt;/span&gt; where the guy's are UNBELIEVABLY beautiful. and the story is just so darn funnnny! and ... did i mention the guys are so darn beautiful? i love it i love it i love it. (: HAPPPPPYFACE. kaykaykay, musicblogging. and aplang presentation doing. FOSHO. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, happy anniversary mommy&amp;amp;daddy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4698467987872540135-6596285308959970159?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6596285308959970159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6596285308959970159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6596285308959970159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6596285308959970159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sixteenth.html' title='sixteenth;'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6758343248254475401</id><published>2009-10-04T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:48:37.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshyness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes you just need to step back and    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;simplify.                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a world where so much seems to be driven by   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;flashiness and technology and where so many     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things can tend to feel out of your control,       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes the solution is to go back to         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;square-one, re-evaluate and reinvent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-orba squara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-6758343248254475401?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6758343248254475401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6758343248254475401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6758343248254475401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6758343248254475401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunshyness.html' title='sunshyness.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1308821887920644177</id><published>2009-10-04T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:42:17.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the glory days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;once upon a time. i believe it was a tuesday when i caught your eye. we caught onto something. i hold onto the night. you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me. were you just kidding? cause it seems to me. this thing is breaking down. we almost never speak. i don't feel welcome anymore. baby what happened? please tell me. cause one second it was perfect and now you're half way out the door. and i stare at the phone. and he still hasn't called. and you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all. and you flash back to when he said forever and always. and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. it rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone. cause i was there when you said. forever and always. was i out of line. did i say something way too honest. that made you run and hide? like a scared little boy. i looked into your eyes; thought i knew you for a minute. now i'm not so sure. so here's to everything coming down to nothing. here's to silence that cuts me to the core. where is this going? thought i knew for a minute but i don't anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[forever and always; taylor swift.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;there's a hole in your logic. you who know all the answers. you claim science ain't magic. and expect me to buy it. and goodbye mr. a. you promised you would love us but you knew too much. goodbye mr. a. but no human touch. if life is subtraction. your number is up. your love i a fraction. it's not adding up. so busy showing me where i'm wrong. you forgot to switch your feelings on. so so superior. and you not. you love a little bit. but you forgot. goodbye mr. a. the world was full of wonder til you opened my eyes. wish you hadn't blown my mind and killed the surprise. you promised you would love but you knew too much. goodbye mr. a. you had all the answers. but no human touch. if life is subtraction your number is up. youre love is a fraction. it's not adding up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[goodbye mr. a.; the hoosiers.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my mind's playing up. again. someone's there. the room is getting colder now. the light swings again. and i'm scared. 'cause someone's there. stop messing with my mind 'cause now i'm. trapped in your world. where you're burning in my eyes. you're like a shadow that never hides. i'm stuck in parallel worlds. something supernatural. it won't let me go. it paranormal. and no one believes. i'm stuck against the wall. i can't make a move. my heart beat stops. i'm scared of this time 'cause i can't make a line. say once again it just proves to be difficult. i'm feeling nervous but its nothing that i cannot do. i'm stuck in a dimension where its hard to breath. and its still true. i'm losing my mind. im falling. someone help me. what can i do?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [parallel worlds; elliot minor.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anne boleyn she kept a tin. which all her hopes and dreams were in. she plans to run away with him forever, never to be seen again. leaves a note and starts to choke. can feel the lump that's in her throat. its raining and she leaves her coat in silence. we're sorry. but we disagree. the boy is vermins cant you see? we'll drown his sins in misery and rip him out of history. people marching to the drums. everybody's having fun to the sound of love. ugly is the world we're on. if i'm right then prove me wrong. i'm stunned. to find a place we belong. who is your lover? i couldn't tell when hell freezes over thats when i'll tell. who is you're lover. i couldnt tell, when will this stop. racing pacing in the dark. she's searching for a lonely heart. she finds him but his heart has stopped. she breaks down. we're sorry, but your majesty. refusing orders from the queen. has upset her monstrosity. remembers a voice and hears him sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; people marching to the drums. everybody's having fun to the sound of love. ugly is the world we're on. if i'm right then prove me wrong. i'm stunned. to find a place we belong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[transylvania: mcfly.]&lt;/span&gt; okay, i'm off to eat dinner! and watch the kdrama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;story of a man&lt;/span&gt; WHICH IS SO GOOOOD. *drools* ohyeah, and clubrush soon. join keyclub, abstinence, and bridgessssss. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that note, jdn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-1308821887920644177?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1308821887920644177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1308821887920644177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1308821887920644177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1308821887920644177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-glory-days.html' title='back to the glory days.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-7962846099213596316</id><published>2009-10-04T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:57:17.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one hit wonders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodbye mr. a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so weekend recap. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fridaynight: &lt;/span&gt;choir was boring as always. daddy left for the ht cap 3 camp. at night. watched this crazy dateline episode about albinos and how they're being hunted by african tribes because the tribes believe that they have super powers in their limbs. gross. and get this. got advice from the one and only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;duy hoang&lt;/span&gt; about boys. and duy was pretty helpful. except when he was saying things like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get off your high horse and just make babies."&lt;/span&gt; and things like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "just im him and say hey you sexy fox. that's not creepy at all!"&lt;/span&gt; that little psycho. also talked to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maria&lt;/span&gt; who i must remind to take her meds. GRRRR. i hope she gets better. geeeeebus. uhm. yeah. slept early cause i had keyclub early on satuday. (-_-). you'll understand that face when i get to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday:&lt;/span&gt; WOKE UP AT 530AM. so i could get ready for keyclub. oh wait. i check my aim and i find out the event is hacking cancelled. I HATE THAT. when they cancel. like. at 12 o clock at night when everyone is asleep. that pissed me off so bad. ughhh. around 1245 when to church helped out for bible class. yeah now that i found out more about dominique he really does creep me out. in an old creepy old man way. david's cool. apparentely he just graduated? from LQ?! idk how that works. or maybe it was the year before. maybe i just never saw him! interestingggg. then i had to skip thieunhi and thieunhimass for this stupid. disaster training thing for bible class. waste of two hours. learned how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;duck and cover.&lt;/span&gt; wowww. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday:  &lt;/span&gt;KAYAKING WITH THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIEUNHIKIDSSSS&lt;/span&gt;. it was so fun. and so tiring. i partnered with lany. oh yeah, dustin is such a player. ;) hahahhahahh! man after we kayaked. food never tasted so good i was SO HUNGRY. but it was SOSOSOSO coooold! and im definitely getting sick. i'm already feeling dizzy. and i have a nassaly. ajsoidfjaod. thing. so im sick more than likely. whoa, the room is spinning. that's crazy. okay im done with my weekend recap. i will now go music song blog because i feel the need too. goodbyeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;publish post, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-7962846099213596316?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7962846099213596316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=7962846099213596316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7962846099213596316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7962846099213596316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-hit-wonders.html' title='one hit wonders.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4196283176744951889</id><published>2009-10-02T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:59:20.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this has to be the busiest weekend of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;   530-630: wake up, breakfast. shower. get ready.&lt;br /&gt;   630-1100: key club: walk with me at santa ana zoo.&lt;br /&gt;   1100:1245: lunch. shower again. get ready.&lt;br /&gt;   1245-230: ta for bible class.&lt;br /&gt;   230-300: turn in thieu nhi stuff. kinda take a break.&lt;br /&gt;   300-500: bible class disaster training. ughhh&lt;br /&gt;.  500-530: chill by myself until church.&lt;br /&gt;   530-630: church. with father kennedy. greattttt.&lt;br /&gt;   630: can i please go home and eat?! and then. KNOCK OUT. or do some homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;   all day: kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;   night: homework until i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really bad for making my mom take care of me like this. ughhh, but even though this weekend is super busy. i think it'll be super fun. wish me luck. this is where my time management skills must shine. AJA. FIGHTING. also, maria. i'm super praying for you because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely yours, jdn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-4196283176744951889?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4196283176744951889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4196283176744951889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4196283176744951889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4196283176744951889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/unbelievable.html' title='unbelievable.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-63269142245140856</id><published>2009-10-01T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:02:12.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>optimus. vs. megatron.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm a pawn in your game. &amp;amp; this is checkmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today i have like no homework. so today is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rest day&lt;/span&gt; thank goodness. god knows i need it. i'm so tireddddd. oh yeah, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy october&lt;/span&gt;. fall is here, it was super cold this morning, i loved it. today was good. the apcalc test wasn't that bad. so i'm happy about how it went. uhmm, i have one thing to angry rant about. kelly and kathy know about it already. cause they were at school. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARIA, i missed you, get better soon&lt;/span&gt;. anyways. angry rant:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i hate that you always think you're the better person in every single situation. lately you've been making me so angry with your hypocritical ways. i have that you always think that i'm wrong. that you're always "disappointed" in me. i was right to yell at you today. you know why? because for once, someone needs to set you in your place. you are not god. you are not some highly prince that we must all bow down to. i think in your life, people have put you on such a high pedistal, you've forgetten that the world doesn't revolve around you. you know what? i'm glad i yelled at you because i know you were surprised that someone so lowly would speak to you that way. you deserved it. period. get a grip on your own life. geez.&lt;/span&gt; okay done. other than that. great day. oh yeah, formspring answers are up. that thing is really interesting dudeeee. uhmuhm, i'm listening to backstreet boys. ahora. me gusta mucho. thank goodness tomorrow is friday. this week went by a lot faster than last week for sure. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kayaking &lt;/span&gt;this sunday. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;key club at santa ana zoo&lt;/span&gt; this saturday. excited ftw. :) still waiting for the 3.1 jailbreak. *tears* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live fast&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensive&lt;/span&gt; is such a good song. so last night, aim went like. super beserk. and it was super retardo. today, i sat and stared at those darn dogs for like twenty minutes. so maybe i wont be so scared. the lighter one has a HUGE WEENEEE. wtf, it's so gross. i wanna chop it off. nasty. :( i'm still scared of them. they look too much like humans. and they have CLAWS. i will die. :( i like the names me and kelly gave the dogs. BWAHAHA. i love kelly. :) oh yeah last night was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back to school night!&lt;/span&gt; which was why i missed my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen seon deok episode. :(&lt;/span&gt; but anyways, it was super fun hanging out with emilybuiiii and teresa. we were so retarded. :) and FREAKING alan bui. can die. :( grosssssssssssss. and i saw huong's brother huy. and he dragged me by the arm into greek's class and then he lectured me about getting good grades. it kinda pissed me off in a very funny way. THIS IS WHY YOU DO NOT SAY HI TO SMART PEOPLE WHEN YOU SEE THEM AT YOUR SCHOOL. they drag you into greek's class and then they have smart conversations with greek that you do not comprehend and you can't leave because smart person glares at you when you try to sneak away. T-T tears. but other than that. the night was very fun. filled. with food. and money begging. and. GETTING SICK . yes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; got me sick. tears forever. but i'm okay. I WILL BE FINE. except my face is kinda heating up. ugh. but i'm okay. :) there's this new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ping&lt;/span&gt; app that i'm gonna go try out now. bye friendlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live fast, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-63269142245140856?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/63269142245140856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=63269142245140856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/63269142245140856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/63269142245140856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/optimus-vs-megatron.html' title='optimus. vs. megatron.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-3204201109570022202</id><published>2009-10-01T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:53:20.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magical answer machine answers. 01.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M MAD AT YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh, you know you love me lany. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YOU JESSICA. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm,i miss you too! actually, whoever you are. i probably do miss you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi. WHO ARE YOU?! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you know who this is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;master yoda. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES OR NO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIM JONG IL OR MAO ZE DONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sound like the lunch table boys. :o NEITHER. they're grosssss. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF IS THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a magical answering machine. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;backstreet boys or NYSYNC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backstreet boys ftw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why was it so hot today? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i was here. HAHAHA, man, what a duy answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.com/forms/?716957-6BZW4P8JXd"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;magical answering machine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/4698467987872540135-3204201109570022202?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3204201109570022202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=3204201109570022202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3204201109570022202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3204201109570022202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/10/magical-answer-machine-answers-01.html' title='magical answer machine answers. 01.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8738845672781959572</id><published>2009-09-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:56:54.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magical answering machine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://www.formspring.com/forms/?716957-6BZW4P8JXd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's a magical answering machine where you ask questions. and i answer them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;lany gave it to me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'll post the answers on blogpot.&lt;br /&gt;still tears forevering. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8738845672781959572?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8738845672781959572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8738845672781959572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8738845672781959572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8738845672781959572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/magical-answering-machine.html' title='magical answering machine.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5268281395291043602</id><published>2009-09-30T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:33:35.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long story short.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my family got an effing dog. and now i'm effing scared for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears forever. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-5268281395291043602?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5268281395291043602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5268281395291043602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5268281395291043602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5268281395291043602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-story-short.html' title='long story short.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8262910140470365530</id><published>2009-09-30T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:52:26.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;high. five. friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY THREEHUNDREDTH BLOG POST MY LITTLE BLOGSPOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;can you believe it?! i can't! how exciting. bwahahah. today was a good hot diggity dog day. i finished my homework. aplang done. apphysics done. studying for apcalc done. spanish done. in about an hour i'm going to back to school night to help out music dpt. whootwhoot. today is just good in  general. and it was also&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LATE START&lt;/span&gt; and kathy bought me starbucks. so i love her forevahhh. uhm. and today was just good. last night stayed up til 11:11. me and kelly had a fun conversation. me and her talk a lot in aplang. and intro. bwahahah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intro to business&lt;/span&gt; is so so so funny. michael, our resident sophy. is very. much a little boy. it's so funny. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sour patch kids&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faces! :o&lt;/span&gt; did you KNOW THAT?! i didn't. it was cool. and they are veryyyy sour. *squishy sour face.* hehehe! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our song&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taylor swift&lt;/span&gt; is so darn adorable. you know what i mean? i know what i mean. teehee. OMG. my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; JUST HAPPENED. on my three hundredth blog post day. how amazing is that?! it is freaking AMAZING. :) amazinggggg. i love it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;collide&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;howie day&lt;/span&gt; is a really cute song. :) seriously. probably favorite song of all time. every since i heard hieu sing it. at camp for realios. well anyways. i have to go spazz with kelly now. and even though it's a very short blog for my threehundredth blog...I'M VERY HAPPPPPPPPY. do the happy dance children. that's right. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happyboysandgirls, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8262910140470365530?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8262910140470365530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8262910140470365530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8262910140470365530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8262910140470365530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/300.html' title='300.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5845549073641118839</id><published>2009-09-29T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:51:23.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>invincible transformer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100 ways of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello there. today was a darn good day. i thought i was going to be overwhelmed with homework. but when it came down to finishing it. i finished around 430PM. and now i'm blogging. after i blog i think i'll work on the aplang paper that's due thursday. yay me. i'm proud of myself for being able to manage my time okay. and i'm dealing with the stress okay too. yay. me. today, had a board meeting for abstinence club. i almost feel like some of the board member find this as a joke. at one point, i kinda wanted to say. this isn't a funny issue, but whatever. i'll do what i can for the club. yay abstinence. i went on a bike ride before dinner to the park in my neighborhood. and then i sat on the swings for a bit. the sun was going down a bit. it felt good. i had a lot of time to think, it felt great. just sat there. and thought. you know, it's so much easier to think when it's quiet. and no one is around to bother you. and there's no pile of homework to stress you out. and i just sat there with me and my thoughts alone. no one to bother me. nothing. it was. amazing. dotdotdot. came home. just had dinner. making strawberrybanana smoothies. and waiting for queen seon deok to come on, geebus! okay, now something just came to mind for me to angry rant. i hate that people think that i have no life and will always be there to do the dirty work they need me to do. i do have a life. i have things to do. i don't have time to make your stupid elementary school election posters. i don't have time to write down the homework for of your stupid classes. i don't have time to think about you and you and you sometimes. i need to think about myself. all this work people make me do is stressing me out. take care of yourselves for once. i can't be there for you every step of the way. angry rant, done. sorry. just all this stress that i'm kinda having to deal with along with all the crud people expect me to do for them is driving me crazy. OKAY, this strawberrybanana smoothie. is DELISHHHH. i love it. yummmmmy. teehee! OHEMGEE. queen seon deok is on! yay me. oh yeah, so after the board meeting i was waiting for my mom with neil and neil tried to record me saying incriminating thing. geebus neil. :( right now i am: watching queen seon deok. uci web reading. scholarship searching. and talking to my gossip girl lover peter. hahaha! :) peter's made a new record of not making fun of me. yay me! queen seon deok is getting so intene. mangggg. okay i'm going to concentrate on my super addiction with queen seon deok. blog later maybe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vitas luuuu babyyyy, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-5845549073641118839?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5845549073641118839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5845549073641118839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5845549073641118839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5845549073641118839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/invincible-transformer.html' title='invincible transformer.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4349866029106519872</id><published>2009-09-28T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:05:32.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello seattle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;miracles happen when you create your own chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy j what time is it now sky banner day. :) at 2PM in seattle today, a sky banner flew by for leader jay from the fans. yay! today i was piled with work to do. but thanks to my amazing time management skills, i only need to finish my history cover and abstinence club posters. yay me. listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the leaders&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gdragon ft cl &amp;amp; teddy.&lt;/span&gt; i never get tired of that song. for realios. okay, going to work on stuff for a bit, will be back to blogging soon. :) okay, i'm back. i shall quickly blog before i sleep. uhmm,i finished all of my work at EXACTLY eight o clock. how weird is that. :) uhm, i was gonna super angry rant. and i knew i would cool down by now. which is why i wrote myself a note to angry rant. dude, who the ASDJFIOADSJ do you think you are? you're not my mom. let me think. WHAT RIGHT do you have to make me feel guilty? get over it. geez. why do YOU get to make me feel bad jut because i can't do what you want me to do. i have my own life to live. i can't be worrying about how you feel about my actions every step of the way. dammit, just stop. stop making me feel bad just because i don't feel certain thing that you expect from me. you're not the center of the universe. you're really pissing me off. okay, done. half of that was one person and then it suddenly deviated to another person. so it's kinda of two peoples. :) i'm okay now. i'm so glad i finished all my work. at target i bought my first set of 50 CRAYOLA SUPERTIP MARKERS. i think that's what they're called. hehehe! i'm so excited. i'm gonna have so much fun with them! anyways, i'm very tired. and i think i'll blog tomorrow because i'm beat from working all day. yay me you guys. yay me. i hope the chance i created makes my miracle happen.you know? cause that'd be awesome. have a great night you guys, get some sleep i worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we. are the leaders, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-4349866029106519872?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4349866029106519872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4349866029106519872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4349866029106519872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4349866029106519872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-seattle.html' title='hello seattle.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5382972574766955102</id><published>2009-09-27T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:13:54.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall, how i've missed you so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oh love. what a silly game we play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello there. it's sunday night. end of the weekend. start of a new week. where i will be longing for the weekend once again. this sunday is kayaking with the thieunhi kids. hooray. right now, i am secret santa shopping. shh! it's a secret! i'm shopping. and i'm just kinda sitting here. i'm 'kinda hoping for some sort of freak miracle to happen. god knows i should've learned by now not to believe in those kind of miracles. but it never stops me from secretly wishing in the back of my brain. tsktsk jessica. when will you learn? i'm loving that the weather is getting. less hot. hopefully. i missed fall. my favorite season. the season when the leaves change. and people change. or can change. and it's the season when i can wear my sweaters and scarves. that's definitely a plus! oh my gosh you guys! you know that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; talking japanese watch &lt;/span&gt;i've been eyeing on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fredflare.com&lt;/span&gt;? it's down to fifteen dollars! yay! now if it'll just go down a bit more so that the shipping price won't matter as much. how much is shipping anyways. i'm thinking, six dollars. not even. seven ninetyfive! darn, i guess i'll just have to wait a bit longer. i've never had a problem with waiting for sales. my mom taught me well! gasp, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;risky business sunglasses&lt;/span&gt; are down to two ninety nine. wowzers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we believe&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good charlotte&lt;/span&gt; is a really good song. a lot of people shy away from good charlotte cause joel madden looks like a scary dude, which. i guess he really does. but their music is really thoughtful, at least i think so. we believe is a really good song cause the words are very. meaningful, especially in this time when a lot of us have lost hope. right? right. oh yeah, kelly's all better and she's going to be at school tomorrow, i'm glad. i was very worried! i remember one time when everyone at the table got sick one after another. it was an awful cycle cause once one person was cured another person got sick and the cured person got resick. our table is so small that's why. we breathe too much of each other's air. gross! but it's funnier now that i think about it. right now. i feel like i have a lot to say. but i don't know what it is exactly. i don't want to convince myself about something that could be nothing. right? right. i just want school to start. so i can distract myself over and over again. that's one of the plusses of school! yay. i can't wait for mock trial to start. i wanted to join freshman year but they didn't have it. so this year, i'm going to do my best and be all law and order status. yeahhh! come watch me yeah? it'll be super embarassing, but i think i'll have a lot of fun because i'm so into all that criminal stuff. yay mock trial! club rush is this week, yay keyclub. i don' t care if everyone joins kiwins, i think key club is the best place for me. and i'm sticking with that. i can't really blog about my secret santa because it's a secret. but. it's kinda hard shopping. i really want to get a good present. i'm going to have a hard time keeping the secret until christmas. but surprisingly, none of us have talked about secret santa much. i think all of us have been really stressed with school and life. we just kind of forgot about each other a little. i hope christmas is a good time for us all to rekindle our friendships. school is a hassle sometimes. and i feel like, even though we're all togehter. sometimes, it feels very. small talky. right? right, a little. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fly boy&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crown j&lt;/span&gt; makes me want to dance and say fly boy all day. yesssireeebob. next next week is hiep si training, and hiep's taking me out to eat for my birthday, like he does every year. yeahhh, it's going to be my birthday in about two weeks. will anyone remember? i wonder. i've learned not to have high expectations for my birthday anymore. i'm just glad i have my friends. even though it's my sixteenth birthday. and everyone expects something big for the sweet sixteen. honestly, i just feel like eating out with my family. and then with my close friends. i don't really feel the need to have some huge extravaganza. it doesn't feel that special. if you ask me. it just seems like a hassle. and very. not intimate. right? right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pop princess&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the click five&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of full house. i think it's cause they also sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think we're alone now&lt;/span&gt; and there was that one episode where joey sings that song. i loved that episode! man, those were the good ol' days. tomorrow's the big day, with the sky banner going down. i'm excited, for no reason. well, how can i not be excited? manggg.right now it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;702PM.&lt;/span&gt; and in the process of shopping for my secret santa, i've found a garbajillionmajigillian things that i would love to buy. geebus! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;light up the sky&lt;/span&gt; by yellowcard. man, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paper walls&lt;/span&gt; was SUCH a good album. SUCH a goooood album. i absolutely loved it. i remember it 'cause john "got" it for me. i was absolutely thrilled when he gave it to me. i couldn't contain myself. when i got home i ran right to the cd player and popped it in and spent the rest of the night listening to it, it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. that's how clearly i remember it. thanks john! okay, i give up on secret santa shopping for now. i'm too busy looking through the new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;topshop&lt;/span&gt; portfolios. gosh, they're gorgeous. if only i could win the lottery. or it would start raining money. like in the pandora's box episode of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big brother&lt;/span&gt;. that was so funny. sucker, that's what you get for being greedy! oh yeah, i'm getting my turquoise &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keyclub&lt;/span&gt; american apparel jacket soon! yay, i'll now match with a bajillion other kids at school. hoorah! i love it! oh man, fifteen dollar romper on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;topshop.com!&lt;/span&gt; if only shipping wasn't FIFTEEN MORE DOLLARS?! WHAT. darn you topshop. why must you be hqed in the UK?! *sigh* at least i have some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;far east movement &lt;/span&gt;to cheer me up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;round and round&lt;/span&gt; is such a let's go dance song. right michael? right. oh yeah, this afternoon michael called me but i didn't know. and i picked up the phone. first think i hear is this sound: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEEEEEYOWWWWW!" &lt;/span&gt;i really wanted to hang up. for realios. why must i be friends with such strange people?! well, that's life. i love them to bits. i guess...right? right! time for me to go sleep, because i'm so tired. right? RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving slow through the snow, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-5382972574766955102?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5382972574766955102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5382972574766955102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5382972574766955102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my breath away. dear diary, i can't get him off my mind, and it scares me 'cause i've never felt this way. no one in this world, knows me better than you do. so diary, i confide in you. dear diary, today i saw a boy. as he walked by i thought he smiled at me. and i wondered, does he know what's in my heart. i tried to smile but i could hardly breathe. should i tell him how i feel or would that scare him away. diary, tell me what to do. please tell me what to say. dear diary, one touch of his hand, now i can't wait to see that boy again. he smiled and i thought my heart could fly. diary, do you think we'll be more than friends. i've got a feeling we'll be so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thank you britney spears 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diary,'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5762855830964104600</id><published>2009-09-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:05:41.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>places.names.nouns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sometimes, bombs fall quietly.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;saturday was a reallllly good day! (: went to my little twin cousins' third birthday party, i love emily and kaylee. and lily and logan. yeah! good food. good times. JUMPING HOUSE. who doesn't love jumping houses?! i love jumping houses. with slides! SLIDES. it was fun. and aunt hanh got these ceramic piggy banks and butterflies and elephants. and we got to PAINT THEM. which i know is such a kid thing to do.but i loved it! it was so fun. i painted a purle piggy bank with blue dots. yay me! :) so the party was fun. caught up with cousin michael who is oh so busy these day! :( and there was this weird girl there who all the kids thought had a crush on michael. and she kept asking me all these weird questions so i was like. uhhh, okay! i spent a lot of time playing with the kiddies. they're so adorable. *squeal* then went home around two. :( got ready for church. church was so hot. :( like, *sweatsweat* then after. went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sb carnival!&lt;/span&gt; with lany. and lyndon. and tom. at first it was like this. *awkward turtle* because lany kept running around EVERYWHERE. saying hi to people. so it's just me and lyndon and tom. *hands in pockets.* *looks around* *does awkward turtle movements* but after awhile i guess it was whatever cause we got to know each other. lany went on the zipper with lyndon and...that was funny. i would never ever ever ever go on the zippper. NEVER AGAIN. never. waiting there was awkward. thanks lany. :) just kidding, it was okay. (: hmmm, then we. roamed around. got food. and then i forget but lany disappeared for like five bajillion hours. and me and tom and lyndon are like where did she go?! and then i met carl[os] HAHAH, carlos. and david. who is too tall to be a junior. o_o carl os seems nice! :) and david, he is very....friendly! at first, i was kinda creeped out cause i just met him and he was like hugging me and using me as a pillow, but then i was just like, uh okay whatever :). he's very childish, like and adorable teddy bear. except...he's five thousand feet tall. o_o abnormal. then we roamed around again. oh yeah, ferris wheel. freaking SCARY. scary! SCARY. and lyndon pole danced on the pole in the middle of the ferriswheel seat carriage thing. haha. saw doug! but he didn't stay. :'( and then, oh yeah. we spent a lot of time curb sitting. wait, no that was just tom. and an asian lady almost sat on his face. HAHAHA! :) that was funny. a lot of people's butts were in his face cause he was sitting on the floor the whole time. suckahhh! and at one point carl went to the bathroom and lany and lyndon went to get tickets and i was throwing away tom's nasty cotton candy paper stick. AND THEN TOM AND DAVID TRIED TO RUN AWAY. *kick* :( jerks! and then we went on that stupid pharoah's boat. dragon thing. and carl made me and lany sit towards the END. SO WE ALMOST DIED. frigging lyndon. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE" and then lany's hair got messed up and that was FUNNY. :) just kidding... :'( and thennnnnnnnn, we got in line for the zipper....for lany and lyndon and carl and david. cause me and tom refused to go on that stupid ride. so me and tom sat on the grass and looked through lany's bad for tampons and pads. and then we played hangman. and I DID NOT KNOW HE WAS DOING FIRST AND LAST NAME. so we had to_trinh. and i'm like WHO THE HECKS NAME IS TORTRINH. or TOITRINH. so i run over and ask lany. and it was TOM trinh. and i was like...oh. :( AND FESTIVAL IS A PLACE. wtf. :( and then, we talked about how to not let michelle steal my homework. my idea: ...no idea. his idea: give her your homework but right before she grabs it snatch it back and say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA, SNATCHED BIYOTCH!&lt;/span&gt;" ... yeah, that sounds like something I WOULD DOO! i had to leave and ditch tom so he could wait by himself HA. but i had fun. but i'm sad cause i missed the part where carl's phone flew out on the zipper and hit lany on the face and she got a ginormous bump. *smiles at lany* BWAHAHAHAHHA. :) I LOVE YOU DEAREST. and now i'm in an amazing mood. but no keyclub today. :( tears foreverrrrrrrrrrrr! i was so excited. i finished calc homework. easy peezy. but apphysics is not FTW right now okayyy? :( i hate linear graphs motion things. tearsssssssssss. but yeah, i can't wait for monday. I HOPE KELLY'S BACKKKK. :( i kinda wanna go out and play today. but everyone's tired so i guess i'll just stay home. :( anyways. i'm in a good mood. :) omg, andrew ngo is the best friend i ever had. he's so smart! thanks for the help on the homework andrew. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;billie jean&lt;/span&gt; is a reallllllllllllly good song. probably my favorite mj song. nice. :) billllie jean is not my lovahhhh....and he is not my son! hahahhah! :) aww, andrew's so nice! gosh i love that kid. i'm glad he won over his brother for uniform manager. BWAHAHAH, stupid bryan! :) anyways, let's get serious. caue i'm seriously bored. ^-^&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; saosin&lt;/span&gt; is actually a good band. except for the every now and then screaming that scares me. but other than that. i'm good. :) but nothing beats the smoothishness of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;david choi&lt;/span&gt;. if you know what i'm sayingsaying. *sighhhh* i realized i haven't been reading postsecrets lately. i think it means i'm over. all of that business junk. sometimes, you just lose the feeling of missing someone. i guess that's good. well in this case, it is. you know? i know. :) i have this massive urge to blog. LIKE REALLY BLOG. SUPER BLOGGGG. AJKSDJFIOADF. :) HAHHHH, YES. I'M DONE WITH MY HOMEWORK. yeah boy yeah. oh right, gotta print out csf form. i'll get one for kelly too! :) where the heck is ms.rose's rhetoric sheet?! ARGHH. gosh. gotta get my transcript from office too. BOOO. :( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tattoo; jordin sparks.&lt;/span&gt; GREAT song. i always spell tattoo. "tatoo". WHY JESSICA. WHY. oh yeah, TOMORROW'S THE BIG DAY. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW, SEPTEMBER 28. 2009. AT 2PM IN SEATTLE!&lt;/span&gt; a large sky banner will fly by in seattle that says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J, WHAT TIME IS IT NOW?!&lt;/span&gt; i hope he sees it! :) hahahhahahhaha. how cute. ^-^ so i'm about to print out my csf form. but i have to get xerox paper. and i'm too lazy so i'll do it tomorrow. HAHA. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no love; simple plan.&lt;/span&gt; i love this song. it makes me sad. :( in a good way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's only lies, there's only fears, there's only pain. there is no love here. so what will you do?&lt;/span&gt; GOOD QUESTION. :/ i am now taking a quiz that says WHAT DISNEY PRINCESS ARE YOU! :) i'm so excited! ^-^ and drumroll please. i am...dundundun... belle. AW, HOW BORING. :( i'm a boring princess. no fair. just because i don't like woodland creatures!? :( okay now i'm online shopping. for shoes on urbanoutfitters.com YES 20 PERCENT OFF SHOES. :) happyfaces. yay me. okay okay, i'm going to go now. i'll probably blog later! kisses and hugs and all that jazz! :) hm, and now i have a craving to go the swampmeet for some free churro's from david's mom. hoohah. too bad i can't! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-5762855830964104600?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5762855830964104600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5762855830964104600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5762855830964104600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5762855830964104600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/placesnamesnouns.html' title='places.names.nouns.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8213652251375476257</id><published>2009-09-25T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:23:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slumbering hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes, we forget that we are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;that we are surrounded by people...&lt;br /&gt;who also forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one thing to say folks: thank god it's friday. today was the first assembly. booing freshmen never felt so good. it was so funnnny! (: this weekend is going to be packed. tomorrow morning is emily and kaylee's birthday party. night, sb carnival with lany. woohoo unlimited tickets! and then sunday is southcoastplaza with keyclub. whootwhoot. but i'm excited. this weekend is going to be good. very good. :) i went to the library today. i just finished reading some manga. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;special a!&lt;/span&gt; i love it when books literally make me laugh out loud. special a is so darn adorable. and now i'm started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the 7th victim&lt;/span&gt;. you know me and my murder mysteries. i can't get enough. but i do have to complain about something at the library. why do people find the need to sit directly in front of a bookcase?! like, if you want to read. sure take a seat. but do you really need to move the seat directly in front of the bookcase so that you don't have to get off your lazy butt to get a book? i mean, hello I WANT TO CHECK OUT BOOKS TOO. move darnit! :( but other than that, the library trip was great. i haven't done a lot of fun reading in awhile. so i'm getting back on track with that. :) today i listened to all of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fly to the sky's decennium &lt;/span&gt;album which everyone knows, is an album i can't get enough of. :) i miss them. :( anywhooos, kelly is sick. and she didn't come to school today. i hope she reads this! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE MISSED YOU KELLY, GET BETTER SOON. :(&lt;/span&gt; tears forever. i walked home alone! :( that was sad. hahaha! i saw turtle/em but i didn't wave. sorry em! *-* so a lot of people have been watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glee&lt;/span&gt;. honestly, something i would love to get into. but because everyone's into it. i'm kinda like...maybe i won't get into it until it dies down. hehe. :) i'm absolutely thrilled that it's the weekend. school barely started but i can tell everyone including myself is stressing out. to the max. :( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;michael buble&lt;/span&gt; is one of those classic old sounding songs that make me feel strange when i listen to it. especially when i'm on a trip or at camp and i listen to this song. i get those chills like. *whoa, i should call home*. you know? i like. :) anyways. i kinda wanna start the 7th victim, like...RIGHT NOW. so i'm going to cut this one. extremely short. but i promise i'll make up for it next time! maybe. no. yeah. perhaps. maybe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick up the phone. jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8213652251375476257?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8213652251375476257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8213652251375476257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8213652251375476257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8213652251375476257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/slumbering-hearts.html' title='slumbering hearts.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1813784509141294401</id><published>2009-09-24T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:24:44.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts ringing in my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;to really know someone is to have loved and hated him in turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;helllllooooo little friends. today is finally thursday, which i thought yesterday was. duh jessica, duh. today was VERY VERY GOOD. last night i watched the first episode of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easy fortune happy life.&lt;/span&gt; it was SO SO SO GOOOOOD. and i cried buckets! i think me and mindy have a fear of watching last episodes. but i will don't worry! but anyways, easy fortune happy life. was really cute. the guy is cute. the girl is the girl from fated to love you. so cute. cute. :) *squeals* uhm what else. today my mommy made korean chap chae. which is glass noodles?! i think, direct translation. it was so yummmmmy, i love mom! and then beethoven virus is airing on my teevee channel now so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could this day get any better?!&lt;/span&gt; mannn, right now i'm finishing up aplang. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinners in the hands of an angry god.&lt;/span&gt; i feel kinda... blasphemy ish annotating this cause it talks about God being mean. and stuff. :( but it's for homework god, FORGIVE MEEEE. i'm listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the winner takes it all&lt;/span&gt; from mamma mia. vocals by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meryl streep.&lt;/span&gt; i love her singing this. but my favorite rendition is probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanh bui&lt;/span&gt;'s. his was just. very very moving. *heart* now listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't forget to remember me; carrie underwood.&lt;/span&gt; everytime i hear that song, i kind of think of when i'm gonna go to college. i really like this song it reminds me that kelly's thinking about going to school in georgia! i'm going to miss her if she does. :( gosh, this song is so good. *tears* o_o just heard a girl scream. again! WHOA, twice. weird. OH YEAH, last night i was watching whatever i was watching [WTF ANOTHER SCREAM, wait i think it's a high pitched whistle.] and then i heard really loud &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quacking!&lt;/span&gt; and so i get up and climb on top of my table. and there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUCK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a  outside my window. DIRECTLY. outside my window. and i'm like. o_o o_o O_O O_O" it was so weird. it left after awhile. but i still was kinda scared. a duck. outside my window. freakkkkky! :( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crawling back to you; backstreet boys.&lt;/span&gt; such a good boyband song. (: MAN, this sermon is so freaking long. if i was there for that guy to preach sinners in the hands of an angry god, i think i would be sleeping, it's like five billlion gajillion pages! :( lately i've been drawing a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;circle things&lt;/span&gt;. for everything, i drew a tree. made of circles. a "horizon" made of circles. a whole page of...circles. IS IT A MESSAGE FROM THE ALIENS?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walking away. craig david.&lt;/span&gt; HE IS A REALLY GOOD SINGER. like, wowwwwwwwwwwww. i love smooth voices. *faints* i was gonna saw swoon, but that's such a...weird word. (: i think those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell a parent calls&lt;/span&gt; are so weird. it's like. super robo mannn! :( robots scare me like. the ones in mr.greek's class. those robots are scary. *scary* :( anyways, i think i might cut this blog short today. cause i have some secret planning to do! (: i might blog later, or tomorrow. it's almost the weekend you guys, push push push!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate the sin, love the sinner?; jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-1813784509141294401?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1813784509141294401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1813784509141294401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1813784509141294401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1813784509141294401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-ringing-in-my-mind.html' title='thoughts ringing in my mind.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8695177189722180599</id><published>2009-09-23T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:21:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like a thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;soooo, hi there little friends! (: i seriously kept thinking today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; like the entire day. i keep thinking tomorrow's friday. maybe cause friday is assembly schedule? idunnno, anywhooo! today i do not have a lot of homework, actually, i am done with my homework! yay! i was going to caplock the i am done with my homework part. but i'm trying to cut back on the caplocking.i think i'll just bold! pshaw, yeah right! (: my family and i are at the moment watching q&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ueen seon deok&lt;/span&gt; on the teevee! it's funny cause we're all into it. it's so sad, cause the princess JUST DIED. what the heck man what the heck. so intense. but right when she died and her sister found out and was freaking out. me and my sister were cracking up cause she was screaming! it was so funny. i know. how mean. today since i have little homework, i might finish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fated to love you. &lt;/span&gt;last night i ended on episode 20? and i think theirs 24 episodes?! so, whenever i finish a drama, or i get near it. i feel so sad. because i don't want it to end! so sometimes i just don't. HA. but this time i will. because i have to know! gahhh, fated to love you is so cute. so cute. (: i'm glad i watched it. it makes me happy. and when i watch it, i get so into it that i fall out of the bed! HA, so funny. today, since i had, again little homework. i was listening to music a lot. usually when i get music, i get it by the album rather than one song then one song. so sometimes i only listen to certain songs on an album.but now i'm trying to listen to all the songs on one albums 'cause sometimes i overlook really good songs. so today, i listened to all of ariel lin's errr, what's it called. her first and only album so far. i think it's called. here we go,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; blissful encounter&lt;/span&gt;. then i listened to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loving you more and more&lt;/span&gt;, fahrenheit. and listened to all of vitas lu's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 ways of living&lt;/span&gt;. then listened to all of jason reeves' album&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the magnificent adventures of heartache&lt;/span&gt;. which is such a good good good album. i lovedddd it! oh yeah! so queen seon deok episode just finished and it reminded me of what my dad said. cause we were at this part where deokman was supposed to get on the boat and leave before the evil people came. and they're just standing there! like all korean dramas. dramatic standing next to lake part. so the princess is standing there and the two guys and deokman. and the evil guy is hiding in the bushes getting ready to shoot the princess who he thinks is deokman. and my mom is like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow, this is korean drama. just standing there, waiting TO DIE?!"&lt;/span&gt; and i'm like HAHAHHAHA. and then my dad goes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yeah, stupid korean dramas. they're just standing there waiting to die! if this was vietnam, the communists would have shot them already!"&lt;/span&gt; and i was like, WOW DAD. WOWWWW. it was a funny moment. (: oh yeah, and just now a little before the episode ended my dad had to go outside to pick up a phone call and when he came back in, it was already over. and he's like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT?! IT'S OVER ALREADY?!" &lt;/span&gt;GOSH, dad you're such a fanboy! speaking of dramas, so. i already mentioned i'm finishing up fated to love you. and whenever i get near finishing a drama, i tend to start a new one. so that by the time i finish one, i'll have one that i'm already into. i've been soul searching for one. i refuse to watch the horror drama at night because then i'd be so scared. i'd die or something. i've been trying to watch heading to the ground? idkkk man, his face is nice. but his expressions are so exaggerated. i gave up on taking care of my young lady. i might pick that up again. i do not know! but i saw this one japanese drama. called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love game&lt;/span&gt;. like this mysterious lady lets random strangers play a love game for money. and they have to complete love related tasks. like "get your husband to divorce you in 72 hours." and then they get money for completing the mission. i'm like WHOA, THAT IS SO SCANDALOUS seriously, japanese people are so good at the scandalous things. but yeah, i might pick that up. or just find another cute drama to watch. so cute that i'll fall out of my bed cause i'ts so cute. :) this sunday is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keyclub event&lt;/span&gt;! at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;southcoast plaza.&lt;/span&gt; uber excited, ew used uber AGAIN?! what the heckers! D: anyways, now that i reflect back on the last three days. this week started out not so great, but i think since it's the middle of the week. the week has started to look better. hopefully the next few days will be great! what with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first assembly&lt;/span&gt; coming up and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sb carnival&lt;/span&gt; and now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keyclub!&lt;/span&gt; SELF REFLECTION YOU GUYS, how ap lang is that?! :) i'm happy i'm blogging again. i doubt anyone reads it. i think it's just fun to write for myself. i often have the thought of privating this blog, so maybe i could really write how i feel sometimes, but i'm really not the private blog person am i? (: i have been last.fming a lot lately. yeah me! (: now i'm singing, lalala. life is good when you're a little more optimistic. i have the urge to wear a skirt to school. or a dress, maybe soon! or when summer comes again. did you know IT'S FALLLLL?! since yesterday at 218 pm. haha, but it was SUPER HOT TODAY. what the heckkk, fall is supposed to be cold! :( in the morning there was a huge FOG, which means yeah it's gonna be hot, my dad taught me that! but the first three periods were cold. which means me freezing my butt off in nadeau's class cause his class is ALWAYS cold. then around lunch, it got EXTREMELY HOT. i was like, wow. wow. so hot. :( HEY, i think my soul searching has gone well! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easy fortune happy life&lt;/span&gt; looks like a really cute taiwanese drama. i think taiwanese dramas are so much cuter, PLUSSSS. the girl from easy fortune happy life is the girl from FATED TO LOVE YOU! coinkydink? i think NOT. it's fate! (: i might watch it. we'll see how i like the first episode tonight, SEE HOW I'M PUTTING OFF WATCHING THE LAST EPISODES OF FATED TO LOVE YOU?! it's cause i don't want it to end. :( anyways, easy fortune happy life. the guy is pretty cute. from what i see the characters always grow on me as i watch. that's how i am. I GET EMOTIONAL SO EASILY i was gonna say touched. as in emotionally touched. but i could see how "i get touched so easily" could for sure go the wrong way with the people who read my blog. (NEIL! haha!) anyways, last.fming. sometimes REALLY old school boy bands have really good songs. like o-town. all or nothing. i think boyband music is so easy to sing to. i just don't like the super popish stuff. the ballady stuff is so fun to sing! i enjoy it very much thank you! okay, i think i really am gonna watch easy fortune happy life. THANK YOU SOUL SEARCHING. (: o-town. all or nothing. SERIOUSLY, CUTE SONG. words get to me so easily! :( plus they have such smooth voices. i know, so lame. so lame. but really, i don't want to condemn their music when some of it is enjoyable. i don't get people who bash on people who like certain types of music. like, i don't enjoy screamo. but i don't think i would go as far as say ew, screamo people suck. you know? i think all music is good. if you give it a chance. :) you know, i think the youtube app is so EFFICIENT. and the ability to watch veoh is soo gooooood. *happy face* okay, i'm singing again. hahahah! last night i watched four parts of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family outing&lt;/span&gt; episode with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seungri AND kimhyunjoong&lt;/span&gt; (JIHOO SUNBAEEEE) it was SOSOSOSO FUNNY. i was cracking up very quietly as to not wake up my parently people i can't wait for the rest to be subbbbbed. (: it was so..FUNNNNNY. hahahahha! anyways,i think the 2pm fanclub flash mobs are SO COOOOOOL i wish i had the self confidence to do that. oh yeah so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abstinence club&lt;/span&gt; apparently. the teachers would rather approve &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zombie defense club&lt;/span&gt; than abstinence club. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! i think the world is ridiculous. if you're scared of something, you have to face it. not run away from the issue. just because we bring up a controversial issue doesn't mean you need to put us down. we're bringing it up for goood reasons, to prevent kids from doing bad things. -_- it just makes me angry when some teachers always tell us to stand up for what we believe in but when we do, and it seems like something too issue-y. they put us away and try to hide us under the rug in hopes that the issue will be swept under the rug too. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT?! i'm fighting to get this club passed. it better be passssed! :( huzzzzah! anyways. OMGGGG, i just remembered. today &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intro to business&lt;/span&gt; was EXTRA funny. i mean, FOR REALLLLLSSSSS. we were doing flashcards and the sophomore in front of me and kelly, michael? says something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"okay, i will present you LADIES with my lovely cards which are obviously more precise than hers."&lt;/span&gt; and me and kelly just CRACK UP. it was SO FUNNNNNY. he said it with such a straight face that it was impossible not to laugh. i like my seat! cause i sit next to kelly and then michael and keaton are in front of us facing us so we have a lot of fun in mrs. rumble's class. MY FAVORITE CLASS &amp;amp; TEACHER. for realsssssssss. no joke. (: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apologize by onerepublic&lt;/span&gt; is a song that ALWAYS gives me chills. when i listen to the cello violin ish part it's like *shudder* because it's so BEAUTIFUL. i love that song. it reminds me of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jabbawockeez&lt;/span&gt; is that how you spell it? i forget, i was always a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaba modern &lt;/span&gt;shipper after watching their movie scenario comp. it was SO CUTE. (: geeks and girls. hahahah! perfect romantic comedy no? (: HEY,  in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2PM fans in CALIFORNIA&lt;/span&gt; are planning a FLASH MOB THIS WEEKEND. but i can't go, OBVIOUSLY. but i will support. (: i think if me and neil were old enough we would go for sure FLASH MOBBBBB, come back leader jayyyy. :( hahah, i'm listening to the jonas brothers! wow, wow. but sos is such a catchy song. AGAIN, not condemning good songs! :) ok so the horror drama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; released an OST. and i'm so tempted to get it BUT I'M SCARED. cause the music is probably scary. TEARS. :( why am i such a scaredy cat? my mom makes fun of me cause i'm more scared of things than my sister. and also cause i'm clumy. cause everytime i scoop rice. rice always falls on the table. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. :( *tears forever* listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poker face;lady gaga. &lt;/span&gt;sometimes i wish i had her self confidence. lady gaga is pretty amazing. (: OMG. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I FORGOT. ever since school started...i have not watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hell's kitchen! OMFGGG. :(&lt;/span&gt; that is sad jessica, sad. okay, putting it onto my playlist to watch later. WHAT EPISODE WAS I LAST ON?! omfg, i do not even know. my obsession with hell's kitchen is equal to vincent's obsession with house except i would not write a whole essay about hell's kitche. *cough vincent cough.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make me over; lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;is a good song. me gusta la cancion? is that the right word? i'm so fail at spanish without ms. franco. i miss her. :( you know, only recently did i realize the importance of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belt.&lt;/span&gt; it's really important! i like my belt that i stole from my mom's closet. it's all nice and braided looking, yay free things that you find in your mom's closet! woohoo. (: so on the last song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no love; simple plan&lt;/span&gt;. their last released album was a really good album, i have to say honestly. as much as everyone dubs them so lame-o poseur rock band. i think they have legitimate song writing schools. not to mention, good vocal and melody. so. AGAIN, don't judge man. don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last words for the day: i hope tomorrow's better for you. keep that smile on, fighting. (:&lt;br /&gt;-jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8695177189722180599?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8695177189722180599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8695177189722180599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8695177189722180599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8695177189722180599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/feels-like-thursday.html' title='feels like a thursday.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6468908138884670878</id><published>2009-09-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:43:18.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; sometimes your own words are perfectly fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CuJUjW0RaHM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CuJUjW0RaHM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, major blogging. i haven't blogged in awhile. A REAL BLOG. i mean. so, just to udate you guys. contrary to POPULAR BELIEF: i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; fine. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am not&lt;/span&gt; mad at anyone (doug &amp;amp; neil! read this!). i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY.&lt;/span&gt; yeah, so i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINE and GOOD. and happy&lt;/span&gt;. don't even shake your head at me i know what you're thinking, but i'm FINE. GOSHDARNIT KELLY. I'M FINE. OKAY?! DON'T LISTEN TO MRS. RUMBLEEEE. :) life has been good. got back into last.fm-ing. (: good stuff. joshua radin is an awesome singer. as is jason reeves. OH YEAH, listened to epik high's new album [E]. SO GOOD. so good. (: and i love the MV. it's so hilarious. uhmuhm. GOO HYE SUN'S NEW ALBUM. finally got around to listening to it. SO GOOD,beautiful piano melodies. i was listening to it while walking to my locker this morning. and it was hilarious because i felt like i was the heroine in a korean drama. walking to her locker. dramatically. haha! mmmm, what else? finally. started watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fated to love you&lt;/span&gt;. at first i was like ewww i'm not watching that she gets pregnant! BUT. OMFG, it's so goooooooooooooood. it's SUPER CUTE. i seriously find myself squealing while i watch it. or i like, smile to myself. and my mom is like WTF ARE YOU WATCHING!? D: it's so cute. at first i was like, ew, ethan ruin is kinda not cute and his eyebrows are weird. BUT, he really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is cute!&lt;/span&gt; i think for some people, pictures don't do them justice. LIKE that one guy from let's watch a meteor shower, WHICH I HAVE NOT CAUGHT UP ON. maybe during winter break. i'll catch up on meteor shower AND soul. WHICH, btw, parkgeonil. in supernova. comeback. with t-ara. TTL, is such a good song. and spicy good rapping. did i just say spicy? ohmygoodness, lame. ness. (: oh yeah, i think i've given up on chictopia. i have neither the energy nor the time to keep checking that. *sadness*. i love my new AE shoes, they so comfyyyy. ^-^ I CANNOT BELIEVE I'M IN THE SAME SEAT FOR ORCHESTRA. seriously, i deserve an award for consistency. everyone agrees it is DESTINY for me to be harassed by the violas! D: which reminds me garrett's back! i missed him. he made sitting in a cruddy seat funnnn. (: which reminds me of DISNEYLAND. &amp;amp; funnel cake. :DDD i love funnel cake. i remember emily ate like two last year. fattie! :) oh yeahhhhh, wait no. i forgot what i was going to say. :'( so yeah, i'm super happy i blogged today. i super needed it. just to like, let everything out because i haven't superblogged in a bajillion years. errrm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music is really good therapy&lt;/span&gt; like, forrealios! (: OMGGGGG, I WATCHED WOLVERINE. daniel henney was so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hot.&lt;/span&gt; spicy hot. mannn, agent zeroooo. *-* so deptrai. everytime he appeared i was like, *fans self*. but then he got into a heleecopter accident and then wolverine slashed his face off or something, UGH THANKS A LOT WOLVERINE! geebus. don't know anything! -_- but that movie was really good, i felt so bad for wolverine. i was like. OHMYGOODNESSS. poor guy! :'( he looked like a REAL sad puppy so i was like. *heart breaks* tears forever! ): october is going to be super busy for me. this weekend is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sb carnival!&lt;/span&gt; yay. and this saturday is also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaylee&amp;amp;emily's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, they're so CUTEEEE. baby twins. ^-^ jumping house! and then next sunday is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nghia si and hiep si kayaking&lt;/span&gt;. I'M SO FREAKING EXCITED. i love kayaking. i'ts like. man, IN THE ZONE FACE. THEN! the next sunday after that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hiep si training.&lt;/span&gt; yay get my brown khanh. and the day after that is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;. yay. me. (: errrrrrrrrrm, I'M SO TICKED ABOUT MY ITOUCH THOUGH. i updated to 3.1 and did not realize that it took away my jailbreak.and cydia is still working on the update for 3.1 SIGH, so i have to wait. *-* OH YEAH, i learned how to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt; on my itouch! it's so FUNNNN. (: i'm like chinese pro status not really but i won like five times! and i'm getting good at poker. whootwhoot! (: &amp;amp; i found out I COULD WATCH FATED TO LOVE YOU ON VEOH ON MY ITOUCH. which made me ubbber happy! i did NOT just say uber.ewww. my "P" key keep sticking, so i keep missing the letter p when i type happy. so it comes out HAY. wtf?! WTF IS I'M HAY! D: GOSH! oh yeah! i heard they're making a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;korean&lt;/span&gt; version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zettai kareshi/absoluteboyfriend.&lt;/span&gt; which basically means that ME AND DAVID PHAM WILL BE ALL OVER THAT. because we LOVEDDDD absolute boyfriend. i found it super weird that david was like SUPER in love with the robo guy the whole time we watched it. i was like, DUDE, are you gay?! you want me to buy you a naked male robot?! OR WHAT?! it was funnnnny. (: that was a good drama. *tears for robo guy* NIGHT, I REMEMBERED HIS NAME. i was like trying to figure it out this entire time while i was typing up david's lame crush on NIGHT and i was like WTF IS HIS NAME?! D: and then i rememebered. yay me. (: DUDE, apparentely. (spelling?!) you can now pay for lunch online. on a website called mylunchmoney.com HOW LAME IS THAT?! omfg, oh yeah. i'm gonna take my permit test soon i think, once i get my certificate. YAY MEEEEEEEEEEEE. ^-^ imagine me driving... *think bubble like in the cartoons.* *WATCH OUT EVERYONE SHORT ASIAN GIRL WITH GLASSES IN A CAR. DRIVING. OUT OF THE WAYYYY!* yeah....*fades back into scene where person is holding chin thinking and staring at the ceiling* good times. *-* OH YEAH I HAVE TO POST UP THIS VIDEO. FOR &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAEBUMMMM. LEADER JAY. i miss you. ):&lt;/span&gt; korean hottest (2pm fanclub) did this like flash mob dance. at EXACTLY 2PM IN FRONT OF THE JYP BUILDING. and i found it absolutely adorable! i wish i could be there! on that note, i'm going to say goooodbyeeee. suppppport leader jayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. have a nice night! DO YOUR HOMEWORK! and get a good nights sleep. tomorrow will be a good day, i feel it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"damn, agent zero is one sexy beast!" (michael), jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-6468908138884670878?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6468908138884670878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6468908138884670878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6468908138884670878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6468908138884670878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-your-own-words-are-perfectly.html' title='&amp; sometimes your own words are perfectly fine.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2447823492358595087</id><published>2009-09-21T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:24:10.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, your own words just aren't enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"i'm like a sticky note. when you need me, you can use me. i'm always there. when you don't need me. you can just throw me away. i never leave a mark. simple. easy. forgotten. sticky note girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; someone is waiting, someone who understands exactly how you feel. someone is dreaming. someone is hoping that this will be the day. that you will take your eyes off the ground. out of the blue. and see that someone is looking right back at you. maybe that someone's me. maybe it's meant to be. lovers, strangers. sometimes bombs fall quietly. maybe it's chemistry. maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right on. i hope that someone is me. nobody's perfect, no one really knows the truth. all we've got is a point of view. and there's too many questions. and too many reasons not to try. but you should take your eyes off the ground. out of the blue. and see that someone is looking right back at you. where you gonna go from here? 'cause everything you need's out there. and you can have it if you dare. there's someone somewhere. [someone somewhere; jason reeves.] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"what else am i still hoping for? i met a prince yesterday. i became a princess in one night. i should be content. from today onwards, you must work hard to suppress your true feelings. you must not let anyone find out. you must keep a distance away from him.  for the sake of staying by his side a bit longer. you must fight on. &amp;amp; stay strong."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you fought your way up to the wall. but you haven't gone  past at all. while gazing with tear filled eyes. you just can't help but ask why. if trying hard is what it takes. then why does it feel like a mistake? the words has taken its side. you just wanna run away and hide. it's tough, there's no one to turn to. i hear screaming inside you. feel's like hell's all you've been through. hell's all you've been through. hold on. don't stop your breathing. i see your dreams and i feel them too. hold on. don't lose your faith. i know you can't break. i'm hoping and praying for you. all your peace seems far away. but you know there comes a day. when everything's so bright. all the darkness you feel subsides. and in the rising of the sun. you can finally say it's done. the world will take your side. and your heart will start to shine. i will be holdin gonto you. there is nothing you can't do. i will try to be strong. hold on. don't stop your breathing. i see your dreams and i feel them too. hold on. don't lose your faith . i know you can't break. i'm hoping and waiting for you. [hold on; david choi.] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"love&amp;amp;respect. until we don't have a reason too."&lt;/span&gt; say you're sorry. that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to. as i pace back and forth all this time. 'cause i honesty believed in you. holding on. that days drag on. stupid girl. i should have known.  that i'm not a princess. this ain't a fairytale. i'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet. lead her up the stairwell. this ain't hollywood. this is a small town. i was a dreamer before you went and let me down. now it's too late for you and your white horse. to come around. baby, i was naive. got lost in your eyes. i never really had a chance. my mistake, i didn't know. to be in love you had to fight to get the upper hand. i had so many dreams about you and me. happy endings. now i know. i'm not a princess. this ain't a fairytale. i'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet. lead her up the stairwell. this ain't hollywood. this is a small town. i was a dreamer before you went and let me down. now it's too late for you and your white horse. to come around. and there you are on your knees. begging for forgiveness. begging for me. just like i always wanted, but i'm so sorry. 'cause i'm not your princess. this ain't our fairytale. i'm gonna find someone someday. who might actually treat me well. this is a big world. that was a small town. there in my rear view mirror. disappearing now. and it's too late for you and your white horse. to catch me now. [white horse; taylor swift.] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes, the world just needs to stop for you to have the time to understand.&lt;/span&gt; looking from the window above. it's like a story of love. can you hear me? came back only yesterday. who went further away. want you near me. all i needed was the love you gave. all i needed for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;and all i ever knew. only you. sometimes when i think of her name. when it's only a game. and i need you. listen to the words that you say. it's getting harder to stay. when i need you. all i needed was the love you gave. all i needed for another day. and all i ever knew. only you. this is gonna take a long time. and i wonder what's mine. can't take no more. wonder if you'll understand. it's just the touch of your hand. behind a closed door. all i needed was the love you gave me. all i needed for another day. only you&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and all i ever knew. only you. [only you; joshua radin.] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"once upon a time. there was a boy who received a pair of wings. the boy wanted to become an angel. so without any doubts or directions. he flew toward the sky. slowly. he flew higher and further. but he didn't yet know. that the moment he flew up. he could never return. the lives of children are beautiful. they are always understood. and taken care of. there area alway free. but that boy, could only be in the endless sky. flying with all his strength. flapping his wings. as they slowly blur the true hapiness and life of a child. and yet. he never regretted flying toward the sky. he found another happiness. he can touch things that people can't even see in the sky. the sun, the moon. the clouds. and the shining stars. he flew through many cities. and in the cities there were many people. many smiled and looked upon him with eyes of admiration and worship. and they wanted to know what his life in the sky was life. perhaps in their hearts. the boy is a smiling angel. or a boy who only knows how to fly and smile sheepishly. perhaps in their hearts. he was very happy. and seeing them, made him very happy. so to keep the people smiling, he continues to fly, harder, higher, further. he flies alone in the sky. to the east and to the west. carrying with him both pain and happiness. behind the admirations, he feels so many pains. the air is cold. he must fly through rain and wind. thunder and lightning. he hides with all his life. at crucial moments, the sun and moon will help him out. the boy is tired, but he never stops. and never feels safe. he's lonely, with no one to talk to. sometimes, he would fly back to see the normal kids' lives. and his eyes would feel with jealousy. because even though he was free to fly anywhere he wanted. those children who were playing, were truly the free ones. he though of flying back down. cutting off his wings. but after falling to the ground. would it be disaster, or paradise? he can never know, so he contines to fly. he learns to protect himself with silence. he faces obstacles directly and sometimes he'll want to escape. he wants to disappear in the world for a second. and so he continues to fly. although he sometimes will go back to watch the normal kids live, he no longer admires them. he knows that these kids will eventually grown their own wings. and fly toward their own skies. the boy matured. he knows he's lucky. and learned to be thankful. he understood something. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the moment he grew wings. the sky became his fate. &lt;/span&gt;he can only use his wings to soar up high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe. i can fly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; music is therapy at a perfection. &amp;amp; sometimes, your own words are perfectly fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;goodbye my almost lover, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-2447823492358595087?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2447823492358595087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=2447823492358595087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2447823492358595087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2447823492358595087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-your-own-words-just-arent.html' title='sometimes, your own words just aren&apos;t enough.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8817642067033236181</id><published>2009-09-20T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:13:21.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^-^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thank god i have god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;love&amp;amp;respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;until we lose the reason to.&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/4698467987872540135-8817642067033236181?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8817642067033236181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8817642067033236181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8817642067033236181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8817642067033236181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_20.html' title='^-^'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5914079007925532409</id><published>2009-09-11T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:07:13.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;school is freaking awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;won't be on as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because i'm focused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, i still love you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;catcha later gator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;still in your hearts, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-5914079007925532409?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5914079007925532409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5914079007925532409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5914079007925532409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5914079007925532409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you.html' title='i love you. (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8762414259858971687</id><published>2009-09-09T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:10:37.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>man, todayyyyyyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY SUPER SIXTEEN KELLLLLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;happy 090909 day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;happy SNSD [9] day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;happy I FINISHED MY ANNOTATIONS AT 430PM day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;happy LAST DAY OF SUMMER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye summer of 09. you've been good to me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hello schoooooooooool. please BE GOOD TO ME. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with loveeee, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-8762414259858971687?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8762414259858971687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8762414259858971687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8762414259858971687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8762414259858971687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-todayyyyyyyyyy.html' title='man, todayyyyyyyyyy.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6958304187581023724</id><published>2009-09-05T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:02:49.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>majorrrrrrrr. LABORDAYWEEKEND. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HELLLLOFRIENDS. haven't superblogged in a long time! BUT, first things first. DON'T ASK QUESTIONS. JUST SIGN THIS PETITION. [http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/supportleaderjaypark/] DO IT NOWWWW. poor leader jay. D: people are so mean! so mean! anyways, just sign it! hehehe! and uhhhm, today is saturday. SEPT05. which means five more days 'til school starts! D: uhm, i'm like fifteen ish chapter away from being done with annotations. yay me. i've been totally lagging the past few days. been obsessing over. sigh. big brother. how lame is that! but. but. I CAN'T STOP WATCHING. ughhhhhhhhhhh! and on that subject. I CANNOT BELIEVE JEFF WAS EVICTED. ... AJKFDAOISFAOSDF. i was like. WHYWHYWHY. :'( now him and jordan have to be SEPARATED. OH NOOOOO. D: why ! stupid kevin and natalie. grrrrrrrrrr, they totally BETRAYED HIM! it made me SO MADDD. i hope jordan wins. :DDD anyways, getting back into using last.fm. cause it's fun. ^-^  and last night has like a bajillion hour conversation with my mom. she's so funnnnny! and fun to talk to. (: i won't elaborate cause there's nothing much to elaborate about. i have a cool mom. ^-^ uhhhm. OMFGGGG. tablo is getting MARRIED. what the hack is that about! but his fianceee is super pretty. (: i'm being such a fan girl today. XD last.fm led me to listening to joshua radin. OMG. good stuff. and also jason reeves. i like i like! (: what else. so much to talk about! geeeeebus. uhmuhmuhm. i'm drawing a blank. so i'll just talk randomly until i die. just kidding. not really. what? yes. okay. i watched the first episode of project runway. it was SO FUNNNNNY. man, what is up with me and reality television?! SHAME ON MEEEE. but it's so addicting. D: like kelly's addiction to reality teevee about pregnant teenagers and secrets! tsk tsk kelly! :) uhmmmm 4MINUTE's new album is so goooood. it's called...for muzik? i think. my favorite song is what a girl wants. *can't stop listening* and what else. still listening to vitas lu yes i am. i haven't been catching up on my meteor shower and soul and asian drama stuff. i'm like, too lazy to go on the computer lately. i just feel like finishing up the annotations. buti finish like two chapters and i'm like UGHHHH, why am i doing this?! at least i'm ahead of brianbui! he's on page fifteen. ;D hahahha loserface. (: omg, i just remembered how MUCH THE PLAGUE ANNOYS ME. [are you reading this mjkk?! THE PLAGUE!] i'm sorry. but THEPLAGUE &amp;amp; STATSBOY DAY? ARE YOU KIDDING ME. GO EAT POOOOOOP. D: you're not that special. don't think you are. YOU DON'T MEAN ANYTHINGG. if she comes near the table this year i'm going to be like. *evil glares* like last year when she was lke. where's kevin? and i was like. not here. duh. :DDD i'm so mean. (: HAHAHAHHA. OH YEAH. on the topic of hate. I HATE THE NEW BLOCKLES. whyyyyyyyyyyyy did they change it?! i hate the new one. it's so lame! and it's hard. i like the old one that was like tetris! why why why. *super complains* blah blah. i can't wait for school to start. like no jokeeeee. (: i'm a little scared about all the APS. cause freaking hiep and john were scaring me yesteday. "JESSICA? JESSICA? WHERE'S YOUR SCHEDULE. GIVE ME YOUR SCHEDULE. OMGGGG YOU'RE GOING TO DIE. JUST KIDDING." *tears* i never really get tired of listening to the diary of jane by breaking benjamin. it's like the ONE semi screamo ish not really but they kinda scream song that i can actually listen to and not cringe. but when he does scream a little bit at the end of the chorus. where it's like "how it should BEEEAHHHHHROARRRROOARRRRAHHHH" yeah. scary. i think the acoustic one is the best. cause it's not screamy. and it's so soft. and the words are there. and i'm like. *sigh* no screaming. (: lalala, i'm in a good mood todayyyyy. (: last night i was SO HYPER. i was like harassing little vinh it was hilarious. (: yomyomyom. nyomnyomnyom. uhmuhmuhm. school! yay! yay! i get this urge to rewatch antique bakery. that was SUCH a good movie, and so funny. i really wanna watch cloudy with a chance of meatballs. it looks so goooood. ;D and also, i wanna watch coco avante chanel. or something, it's about the designer chanel. it looks really goood! i saw it on showbiz extra. i think i'll have to watch it online cause it's a european movie. :/ anywhoooo. upbeat music makes me want to dancedancedance. (: OH YEAH, IT'S LABORDAY WEEKEND. i totally forgot. laborday weekend this year i'm partayingggggggg. what a lame-o. PARTY. and SHOPPPP. hello, laborday means major sales. ;D i haven't really updated my chictopia. i'm so lazy. DAMN MY LAZINESS. :'( i'll try to first day of school. i'm gonna wear something loserly watch! :'( hahahahah! ANYWAYSSSS, online shopping time. and piano practicing. i HAVE to master victor's piano solo from corpse bride. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scandaloussssssssss, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-6958304187581023724?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6958304187581023724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6958304187581023724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6958304187581023724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6958304187581023724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/majorrrrrrrr-labordayweekend.html' title='majorrrrrrrr. LABORDAYWEEKEND. (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-9149743629552093741</id><published>2009-09-02T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:03:48.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>note to god.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if i wrote a note to god. i would speak what's in my soul. i'd ask for all the hate to be swept away. for love to overflow. if i wrote a note to god. i'd pour my heart out on each page. i'd ask for war to end. and for peace to mend this world. i'd say; give us. the strength to make it through. help us. find love 'cause love is overdue. and it seems like so much is goin' wrong. on this road we're on. if i wrote a note to god. i would say please, help us find our way. end all the bitterness. put some tenderness in our hearts. i'd say. give us the strength to make it through. help us find love 'cause love is overdue. and it looks like we haven't got a clue. need some help from you. grant us the faith to carry on. give us. hope when it seems all hope is gone. 'cause it seems like so much is goin' wrong. on this road we're on. no, we can't do it on our own. so. give us the strength to make it through. help us find love 'cause love is overdue. and it looks like we haven't got a clue. need some help. grant us the faith to carry on. give us hope when it seems all hope is gone. and it seems like so much is goin' wrong. on this road we're on. no. we can't do it on our own. so. if i wrote a note to god...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;;jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-9149743629552093741?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/9149743629552093741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=9149743629552093741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/9149743629552093741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/9149743629552093741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/09/note-to-god.html' title='note to god.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2805601238764068626</id><published>2009-09-01T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:59:04.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPT1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;happy first day of september! HAPPY REGISTRATION DAY. all i have to say is that i was super hyper. it was SUPER FUN. eating com tam with ltc was the best time ever! and picking secret santa was SO FUNNNNY. and i love my schedule. and now i'm lazy. and i'll just post up my schedule. (: I LOVE IT! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 2.2em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-style: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;junior year schedule! (:&lt;br /&gt;0: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;advanced orchestra&lt;/span&gt; / gustaskus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="mainbodies" id="mainbody1" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div class="profileDiv" id="profile" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spanish 3 &lt;/span&gt;/ jimenez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us history&lt;/span&gt; / nadeau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ap lang &lt;/span&gt;/ rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ap calculus ab&lt;/span&gt; / greek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ap physics b&lt;/span&gt; / brunner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6: (1)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; intro business&lt;/span&gt; / rumble. (2)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; health &lt;/span&gt;/ azcona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my life. 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(: to be honest, i kinda enjoy sitting on the couch reading it. it's gotten really interesting. and i'm feeling epecially motivated after reading "hard rock apps" yesterday. it's about kickbutt college applications. yeah yeah yeah. i'm lame. but anyways, i think i can pull off a whole part of annotations for today. hopefully. that way i can chill maybe the last few days. hopefully. just finished filling in my registration papers. holy moly. tomorrow is registration i'm excited. 'cause we're gonna go eatttt! (: oh yes, happy f(x) lachata day! i'll let you figure that one out for yourself. i've been sleeping super early as of late. i'll be sitting in my room watching big brother or 1N2D then i'll just fall asleep. at like ten o clock. uhm, lame much? but it feels good to sleep. God know i'll have very little sleep once school starts. D: last night watched all of the hannah montana movie with lizi. and as lame as that sounds. and it was. it was a REALLY GOOD DISNEY MOVIE. i cried buckets and buckets. my sister yelled at me for crying. she was like STOP CRYING, AHHHH! i was like, shutup. T_T my sister is a jerk! she's a bully! *tears* but anyways. i just thought i'd give a short update. since it feels like forever since i blogged. but it was actually only last week. but anywhoo. back to annotating. got to work hard! huzzzzah! happy last day of august. enjoy it while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-401076723151352894?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/401076723151352894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=401076723151352894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/401076723151352894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/401076723151352894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day.html' title='last day.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2759245518699421034</id><published>2009-08-27T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:25:46.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hackin' hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today was like, a major shopping trip 'cause my mom's been gone for a bajillion years. which translates to two weeks. i gottttt, new sandals from target. THREE DOLLARS, yay! and a tank from ae for seven dollars in purple. my mom bought me the same one in blue back in texas so that's cool. ^-^ and and a new dress. idk if i'll wear it to school, but definitely to the beach. it was FOUR DOLLARS. we were freaking out it was hilarious. (: and a black cardigan and a white cardigan from old navy. each seven dollars. way cheap. i like i like! (: it was super fun fun fun. (: i got a fifty dollar gift card to target from my aunt who hid it in my mom's suitcase. freaking hilarious. but yay, i love love love target. i love watching my mom drive on the freeway."NO TALKING NO TALKING. SH SH SH. OMFGOMFGOMFG" it was so funny. but right now it is SO hot., why why why. it's like 134143513241234 degrees outside. -_- blahh, it's gross gross gross. today was going to be my annotating day. and family outing and wild bunny came out so i said for every chapter i annotate i can watch one part. but then mom goes LET'S GO SHOPPING. so that's dead. D: last night i watching 17again. AGAIN. i love that i can say that for once. hahaha. (: blahblahblah. i'm eating pears. yumyumyum. i like fruit. except now with the braces i have to use a knife thing. that is not sharp but it's kinda like a butterknife. and i cut the slice into littler slices so i can eat it. it's lame. and it's still hard to eat. -_- anyways, it's hot and i don't really feel like blogging today. so i'll catcha later 'gator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h-o-t, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-2759245518699421034?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2759245518699421034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=2759245518699421034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2759245518699421034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2759245518699421034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/hackin-hot.html' title='hackin&apos; hot!'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6812710666415402443</id><published>2009-08-26T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:01:47.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock tick tock in this town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*points up* map the soul album. yeahboy! so it is wednesday. mommy's coming home today. today is going to be an upload chictopia picture day. which i'll do after i blog cause my sister hasn't woken up yet and she is my slave picture taker. (: lalala, in a good mood today. lately i've been getting tireder...earlier. is that even a word but anyways. LAST NIGHT. WAS GREATTTTT. so many conversations with so many people. okay, let me see if i can tell you how they went. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;douglastran:&lt;/span&gt; talktalktalk, dude, tell me more about this prick. "I WILL BRING YOU A SPONGEBOB ICE CREAM ON SATURDAY." [you hear that, he promised. okay, he has too!] and also we talked about pricks. and introducing him to this girl. ;D and also the cougar pedophile haircut girl who cut his hair short. gaspgaspgasp. also, something about microns. and and and. some other weird things, like cup o noodles when it is too hot. :/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marianguyen:&lt;/span&gt; OMFG, SO INTENSE. I WAS LIKE ASDFASDFADSF. but also chictopia! which reminds me this morning or just right now i was roaming around the new photos gallery and on page 11 i saw her picture i was like HAHA, THAT'S MARIA. I KNOW HER! (: it was pretty awesome. anyways we had a very intense conversation. which was...intense. and then we talked about clothes for like an hour. i love this girl! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;duyhoang:&lt;/span&gt; "duy i'm bored." "don't be silly, you're jessica." "entertain me." and then duy punched his babymaker for like an hour. and then he insulted me for like another hour. then passed out from punching his babymaker. and then when i wanted to go sleep he said. "I REFUSE." and i said. excuse me? then i couldn't sleep for like fifteen minutes because he was like OKAY GO TO SLEEP. THEN SEE WHAT HAPPENS. YOU'LL SEE! and then i was "being difficult" and then he lets me sleep because he logs off. FREE AT LAST. SWEET. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kellynguyen:&lt;/span&gt; she's getting a new phone. I HATE HERRRR. just kidding. -__- i love her. but i love that korean magic hole phone better. SO FREAKING AWESOMEEEEEE. (:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lanydao:&lt;/span&gt; OMFG OMFG LANY. THE GHOST. POPPED OUT. OMFG. OMFG. SHE'S SUICIDING. WTF IS WRONG WITH HER LANY. OMFG OMFG, THERE IS A DEAD GIRL IN THE VET'S REFRIGERATOR OMFG HE'S THE SERIAL KILLER. OMFG OMFG THEY BEAT HIM UP AND LOCKED HIM IN THE CLOSET. OMFG OMFG LANY BURNING CHILDREN IN AN ORPHANAGE. OMFG LANY DEMON KIDS OMFG OMFG OMFG LANY. A CUTE GUY. A CUTE GUY! BUT HE COULD BE A KILLER. EXCEPT HE ISN'T CAUSE I READ THE SPOILERS. HA, and NO GOING TO THE BATHROOM! D:&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kevintran:&lt;/span&gt; I MISS YOU ALREADY KEVINNNNN. jessica, the plane will not crash. AHHH, I MISSS YOUU.  and then this morning he texted me and said his plane crashed, WTF KEVIN WTF. jerk. D: anywaysssssssss, man i love these guys. (: oh yeah and jeffie said HERRO to me. he's funnnnnnnnn. :D i seriously am in desperate need of a shopping trip. no joke. -_- at least let me win the lottery. geeeeeeeez. D: last night i was watching big brother. and the gay guy kevin is SO FREAKING HILARIOUS. omfg, i love him! he's so FUNNNNNY. and then jordan and jeff are really cute together i think cause she's so tiny. ^-^ but still, kevin is the most hilarious guy ever. and then america's got talent. was pretty cool. i was cracking up at the striptease group lollipop girls cause david hasselhoff was like super into it and he was like WOOHOOOOO and waving the shirt they took off around. i was like HAHAHAHHA. and then the people who played recycled things was cool. and then after that david hasselhoff was like "man after watching you guys. I JUST FEEL LIKE BREAKING THINGS!!" *slams hands on table* i cracked up so bad. it was freaking hilarious. (: contemplating a haircut. but maria says i look nice with long hair. hmmm, maybe no hair cut. HAHA.  (: i want my new cell phone plan now. i must ask my mom to ask uncle. hopefully he'll get me a new phone too. maybe...imported from korea. the magic hole? yeah right, i wishhhhhhhhhh. T-T listening to 2NE1 in the morning makes me want to dance. "just raise your hands in the air air air and wave them like you don't care care care." muahahahah. (: everytime i watch meteor shower and i see wei chen's two color cardigan. where half is gray and the other half is black. i think he looks so cool. man i want one of those! hahaha! (: however, i'm in desperate need of a curling iro. *sigh* and a teasing comb so i can figure out how to do that korean bun thing. *tears* :D and i'm thinking of whether i should iron on my 99cent loose tank. still thinking of the A! thing. or maybe i should just keep it plain. maybe, probably. i like the tank belted. looks nice. ^-^ i'm happy my teeth do'nt hurt as much anymore. but my id picture, if it's like super detailed, will look retarded with two tone colors for my braces. LAME-O. (: almost time for airport. today i'm going to wear my mom's wedges. first time i'm wearing anything with heels that is not a formal event! ggaspppp, but they're so cute. and so comfy. i just have too. and i'm so tall with the on! HAHA.(: "IT'S A WONDERFUL WORLDDDD." that is so true. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love dna, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-6812710666415402443?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6812710666415402443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6812710666415402443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6812710666415402443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6812710666415402443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/tick-tock-tick-tock-in-this-town.html' title='tick tock tick tock in this town.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8030753655061141998</id><published>2009-08-25T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:30:38.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh huh heartbreaker. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;above, refernce to g-dragon's last week new album.which is KICKBUTT. i love it. so so so my style. anyways. today was POPEYES tuesdays. and everytime we get into the car with my dad and my itouch it's always funny. blasting mileycyrus [lame!] and highschoolmusical [lamer]. but it was fun. (: and also we saw this guy with a ponytail skateboard by. except he had the body of a girl and he was shirtless. and i only saw his back with the ponytail so i was like WTFREAK?! A GIRL IS SKATEBOARDING TOPLESS. *awkward* and today, HI DOUGLAS TRAN. BUTTERCUPCAKEPERSON WHO CAN'T STOP READING. STOP READING NOW. I'M ON EPISODE 2 OF SOUL. AND EPISODE 3 OF MY FAIR LADY! (: so i finally got the nerve up to FINISH episode one of SOUL, without my dad home. i was screaming all over the place and my sister was like wtfreak is wrong with you?! i even knew when it would pop out. but i still screamed. cause i forgot. one part i couldn't hear anything so i turned up the volume and the guy in the closet woh got beatup starts rattling on the door really loud all of a sudden and i screamed but it was more like a ohhhuhhahhhAHHHHHAHHHHHHH WTF IS IN THERE?! i was so scared. and then when the little ghost children came out and the demon girl and stuff i was like AHHHHH AHHHHHH AHH WTF. and when the girl suicided i was like AHHHH WTF WTF WHY DID YOU KILL YOURSELF. AHH THE OTHER GIRL GOT YOUR BLOOD ON HER FACE AHHHH! BLOOOD AHHHHHH! ask lany, i was talking to her at the same time. and i was watching and my grandpa came and he knocked on the window. and i was liek WTF WTF and then i screamed. i almost had a freaking heart attack! but anyways episode one was WAY WAY scarier than episode two to be honest. but i'm SO SO SO digging this drama. like no joke, even though i'm about to pee my pants just thinking about it. and plus the creepy guy who's actually not creepy just socially awkward and is actually quite adorable. *points at post below* is so damn adorable. and also in real life, he's very cute. so i'm digging that. but also, i just like the whole psychological thriller part. even though i'm super scared right now at the moment because i just feel scared! and then ON A HAPPIER NOTE. got around to watching yoon eun hye's new drama. my fair lady. short and sweet: I LOVE IT. plus points for have jung il woo cause he's damn sexy. ;) and what else. caught up on meteor shower. omgggg, good stuffffff. i love love love love it. (: i love it! uhmm, oh yeah. i'm half way done with annotating. YAY JESSICA, if i do about five a day i'll be done by sunday. YAY MEEEE. (: uhmmm, i'm in a good mood. it's super hot. ewwwwww. i was talking to duy today and he was SEMI NICE. except when he insinuated that i was fat once again, but that's everyday duy isn't it? i'm excited for registration. we're gonna go eat com tam after. yay for traditions. (: i remember mjkk with com tam. and me and neil and maria. freaking cheapo neil. *heart*  i can't wait for my mommy to come home tomorrow. (: HI MARIA. I LOVE THAT YOU'RE JOINING CHICTOPIA WITH ME. LOVELOVELOVE. uhm super hyperblog i suppose today. since my previous blogs haven't really been blogs. just surveys. and pictures. and videos. ehhhh! it's just i've been kinda sick these past few days. sick. tired. and a few things on my mind. but i'm fine now. still a little sick. but i feel like with the new year coming. i can stop thinking about other things. and just think about now. whoa, got a little serious there. weird. i can't wait for registration! i said that already. jeffie just said herro. LMFAO. herro. good times. (: at kathy's party we had this serious talk about. after graduation. and if we'd be able to stick together. i hope we will. i want too. and i'm going to try my best. to keep us together. because as much as we fight sometimes and as much as we think we'll fall apart. we still need each other. we still want to be there for each other. that much i'm sure. i got so sappy there. ickkk, but yeah, i love these kids. i love how we talked about the white people lunch table crew on youtube. and we were like OMFG, should we change our name?! and then we found out people were calling us lunch table crew. and duys' like AH DON'T WORRY WE'LL JUST BLITZKRIEG THEM! :D and we just sat there and cracked up for like forever. and then we sat outside and talked about how to get the table back. and which table to get becuase wehad issues about skin cancer and such. and then duy goes BLITZKRIEG! :D mannnn, good times. i hope we work out the shoes thing. that'd be freaking awesome. HAHA. (: it's so funny. we have so much fun when we're together. (: even getting the guys into the intense conversation. and i remember on jeff's birthday. when we tried to surprise him. and we were all hiding and tay was distracting him and then he probably knew and we knew he knew but he still acted surprised. and we were still happy because we got him the cake and everything and even mrs milner came by our table and was like WOW WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS IT. and we yelled JEFFREYYYYYYYYY. and it was happy times. and our christmas party. hogtying. and crappy scary movies. and hide n seek. and cruddy truth or dare. and kevin's house. swimming. and watermelon game. i don't think we'll ever get tired of playing the watermelon game. not after that intense session at kathy's house. hide n seek at kathy's house was the best. even though it was just me duy tay and jeff running around the neighborhood like crazy kids while maria pretended to count as she gossips with kelly and then fifteen minutes later finds duy in like five seconds. (: OKAY I'M SORRY, I HAVE TO STOP TALKING ABOUT LTC. (: mean talk: SOMETIMES when i talk to you i feel incredibly stupid! i'm sorry i don't go to some super incredible school like you but geez! lay off . ughh. i'm being stupid. but still. serioulsy? SERIOUSLY?! ugh now i'm all pissy. thank GOD i'm talking to maria and she's making me all cheerful and crud. but SERIOUSLY. SERIOUSLY?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i'm going to go eat ice cream and watch... HELL' S KITCHEN. I ALMOST FORGOT IT'S ON TODAY. (: i'm so HAPPPPPPPPPPPY. (: like YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY! back into a good mood. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a huh huh heartbreaker, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8030753655061141998?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8030753655061141998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8030753655061141998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8030753655061141998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8030753655061141998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/huh-huh-heartbreaker.html' title='huh huh heartbreaker. (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6770450344223549284</id><published>2009-08-25T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:05:16.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/6701/hons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 540px;" src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/6701/hons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so scary...so tell me why i can't stop watching?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;about to pee her pants, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-6770450344223549284?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6770450344223549284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6770450344223549284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6770450344223549284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6770450344223549284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/soul.html' title='soul.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5776513523107552123</id><published>2009-08-24T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:14:48.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the cotton candy of my heart. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbpRTZeSISc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbpRTZeSISc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;love always, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-5776513523107552123?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5776513523107552123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5776513523107552123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5776513523107552123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5776513523107552123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-cotton-candy-of-my-heart.html' title='you&apos;re the cotton candy of my heart. (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1583449444935640628</id><published>2009-08-23T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:53:26.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh, pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went to the dentist for my GENERAL DENTIST appointment. which was okay. until the stupid orthodontist shoves his butt in my business when i just had an appointment with him two weeks ago. decideds to put on the freaking chain thing. my mouth hurts like a freaking alsdfasdifojads. and also, he was SO PRETENTIOUS. uhhh, he's such a piece of crap. i hate him. and now my mouth is hurting so much. so i've decided. just to do surveys until i can't stand it anymore. because i'm insanely bored. and also...MY MOUTH HURTS LIKE A !$!#@%!#$. and it's making me pretty damn pissed. except for the whole yay for cupcakes from michael's which makes me happy. i just want school to start. i miss ltc. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Has anybody ever told you you have awesome eyes?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but i'm usually told i have incredibly small eyes. that one's a regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last person you held hands with mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you did yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;had some stupid ass orthodontist waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are being extremely quiet what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely upset about something. i'm sad. i'm angry. i'm confused about something that just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;long time ago. oh wait, when i watched 17AGAIN. that was cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;getting chillier, i like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own any bright underwear?&lt;br /&gt;yesh! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything to complain about?&lt;br /&gt;stupidass orthodontists? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone who smokes?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;this. and complaining about the pain. and annotating as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhm, parkkkkkkkk! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last place you took a plane to?&lt;br /&gt;from texas back to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;br /&gt;usually, hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone looked ON your bed, what would they find?&lt;br /&gt;blanket. pillow. body pillow. carebear. clothes probably. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;love undercover 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;no, i have a stupid pain in my mouth. @#$@#$%!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;VITASLUUUUUUUUUUUU. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you dream about last night?&lt;br /&gt;i forgot, but i know it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 1am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;i was falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in the hospital, who on your TOP friends comes to visit you?&lt;br /&gt;lany. ltc. hopefully. ;D IF KELLY CAN GET A RIDE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;purple. or turquoise. it deviates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a difference between 'best friend' and 'friend'?&lt;br /&gt;humungerousnous. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time a boy/girl gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite card game?&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHEEEEEEEET. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you speak to your mother today?&lt;br /&gt;yessums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;STUPIDBUTT ORTHO! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;school. didn't you ask this already!? :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you curse a lot?&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to cut back. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything been heavy on your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink bottled water?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;a second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost friends in the past years?&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you open about your feelings or closed off?&lt;br /&gt;usually, about the ones that matter, closed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing that made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING? almost no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to New York City?&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone addicted to anything?&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm, i think? not really. idk, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know anyone who's been drunk recently?&lt;br /&gt;apparently kelly's dad. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 10:00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;i was excessively brushing and flossing and reading east of eden at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your grandpa?&lt;br /&gt;two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;peed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time something bothered you?&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather stay at other people's houses or have them stay at yours?&lt;br /&gt;other people's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date anyone with tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;i'd prefer not too. but special circumstances, then i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR?"&lt;br /&gt;lore. like FOLK LORE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;earth. or maybe pluto. that poor thing got cut. D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;the phone...is too far away. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite ring on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;FEELS LIKE INSOMNIAAA. OHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;UO tank. so comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you "label" yourself?&lt;br /&gt;as jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;INVISIBILITY SHOES. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;uh, i don't care. bright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;trying to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;br /&gt;dude, hey... from my lovely queen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your nearest 7-11?&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;janie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many rolls of film do you need developed?&lt;br /&gt;one from sixth grade outdoor ed trip. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;uhm, i don't really... know. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;FTISLANDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;DUDE, with the ability to fly i could MAKE a million bucks. (: GENIUS, I THINK SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;i like everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;little sunshine: mc mong. humanimal! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;1. Real name = jessica d nguyen.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s) = jessica? :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Zodiac sign = libra.&lt;br /&gt;4. Male or Female = female.&lt;br /&gt;5. Elementary School = marshall. then ethan allen.&lt;br /&gt;6. Middle School = mcgarvin.&lt;br /&gt;7. High School = LQHS.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hair color = darkish brown,&lt;br /&gt;9. Tall or short = short. yo.&lt;br /&gt;10. Loud or Quiet music = depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sweats or Jeans = jeans.&lt;br /&gt;12. Phone or Camera = uhh, a really cool phone with an awesome camera equipped in it. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;13. Health freak = nahnah.&lt;br /&gt;14. Drink or Smoke = none.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a crush on someone = nope.&lt;br /&gt;16. Eat or Drink = eat. o_o&lt;br /&gt;17. Piercings = two.&lt;br /&gt;18. Tattoos = zerooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;19. Been in an airplane = yesh.&lt;br /&gt;20. Been in a relationship = yeah.&lt;br /&gt;22. Been in a wrestling match = LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing = ears.&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friend = lany. or maybe tony from kindergarten. ;D&lt;br /&gt;25. First word- don't know.&lt;br /&gt;26. First crush = no idea.&lt;br /&gt;28. First big vacation = vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;29. Last person you talked to = kylebear.&lt;br /&gt;30. Last person you texted = kyle.&lt;br /&gt;31. Last person you went to the movies with = cousins.&lt;br /&gt;32. Last food you ate = bananers.&lt;br /&gt;33. Last movie you watched = 17AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;34. Last song you listened to = DON'T TRUST MEN. (:&lt;br /&gt;35. Last thing you bought = foooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVE:&lt;br /&gt;37. Food = i like food. (:&lt;br /&gt;38. Drinks = rasberry iced tea. preferably nestea or whatever that one is.&lt;br /&gt;39. Clothing = i like clothes. (:&lt;br /&gt;40. Flower = daisy.&lt;br /&gt;42. Color = i'm pushing towards turquoise at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;43. Movies = ferris bueller's day off.&lt;br /&gt;44. Sports = watching tennis. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(put an X in the brackets if yes)&lt;br /&gt;45. [ ] fallen in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;46. [x] celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;47. [ ]had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;48. [ ] went over the minutes/texts on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;49. [ ] had someone question my sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;51. [ ] got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;52. [x] been to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;53. [x] did something I regret&lt;br /&gt;54. [x]broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;55. [x] hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;56. [x] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;57. [x] met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;58. [x] pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;59. [x] left the country&lt;br /&gt;60. [x] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;61. [x] cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;62. [x] ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] went to the beach with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;64. [x] got into an argument with your friends&lt;br /&gt;65. [ ] hated someone&lt;br /&gt;66. [x] stayed single the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;67. Eating = nothing.&lt;br /&gt;68. Drinking = saliva?&lt;br /&gt;69. Listening to = 100 ways of living: vitas luuuuuu. (:&lt;br /&gt;71. Plans for today = annotate.&lt;br /&gt;72. Waiting for = registratition. &amp;amp; mom to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;73. Want kids? = yes.&lt;br /&gt;74. Want to get married? = yes please.&lt;br /&gt;75. Careers in mind = i don't really. know. something medical. dentist or nurse. probably nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;76. Lips or eyes = eyes.&lt;br /&gt;77. Shorter or taller = taller, not that hard man.&lt;br /&gt;78. Romantic or spontaneous = both. aren't romantic guys usually spontaneous? idkkk!&lt;br /&gt;79. Nice stomach or nice arms = BOTH! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;81. Hook-up or relationship = don't we all pick relationships anyways?&lt;br /&gt;82. Looks or personality = personality. but looks count too! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;83. Lost glasses/ contacts = no. i would be blind! D:&lt;br /&gt;84. Snuck out of your house = no.&lt;br /&gt;85. Held a gun/knife for self defense = no.&lt;br /&gt;86. Killed somebody = no. o_o UNLESS, you count anh khai at camp but that wasn't real! (:&lt;br /&gt;87. Broken someone's heart = probably not.&lt;br /&gt;88. Been arrested = no.&lt;br /&gt;89. Cried when someone died = yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;90. Yourself  = i try too.&lt;br /&gt;91. Miracles = yes.&lt;br /&gt;90. Love at first sight = i have to be realistic and say no.&lt;br /&gt;93. Heaven = yes.&lt;br /&gt;94. Santa Claus = i want to say i do.&lt;br /&gt;95. Sex on the first date = NO.&lt;br /&gt;96. Kiss on the first date = probably not. well, yeah actually. since i'd only date someone who was my friend so it wouldn't be like some freak stranger putting his slobbery lips on me. ew. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? ltc.&lt;br /&gt;99. Do you believe in God? YES.&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths? nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done. my mouth still hurts like a @$^%@#$%@#$%@. but vitas lu makes me happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/4698467987872540135-1583449444935640628?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1583449444935640628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1583449444935640628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1583449444935640628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1583449444935640628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahh-pain.html' title='ahh, pain.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8695118617521006716</id><published>2009-08-22T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:30:09.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping my mind off things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair? black. brown. God knows.&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes? dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;What color skin do you have? brown? definitely not yellow like you'd call an asian.:D&lt;br /&gt;What kind of complexion do you have? tan. too tan!&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you? five one. ish.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of body do you have? average? fattie? :D&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the way you look? i mean, i COULD lose the love handles. but other than that, i'm cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you put makeup on just to leave the house? no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear eyeliner? no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you use an eyelash curler? i always thought it was a torture device.&lt;br /&gt;Do you straighten or curl you hair? not usually, no time.&lt;br /&gt;Do you try to look good at school? i try.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear your hair up alot? at home all the time. occasionally at school when i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you take a purse with you every where you go? backpack, purse. sometimes. sometimes i just like being handsfree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junkie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you drink a soda every day? ew, no.&lt;br /&gt;do you eat 3 meals a day? i'm a fattie. ha!&lt;br /&gt;do you eat with your family at the table at least once a day? dinner together EVERY single day. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;do you eat lots of snacks? fattie! :D&lt;br /&gt;do you 'graze'? what's that?&lt;br /&gt;do you go to the store just to pick up a snack your craving? no.&lt;br /&gt;do you drink coffee? not particularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your technicality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have..&lt;br /&gt;[x ] an ipod&lt;br /&gt;[x] a cellphone&lt;br /&gt;[x] a laptop&lt;br /&gt;[x] an mp3 player besides an ipod&lt;br /&gt;[x] a desktop computer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] your own phone line to your room&lt;br /&gt;[x] a digital camera&lt;br /&gt;[] a old time camera&lt;br /&gt;[x] a TV&lt;br /&gt;[ ] a pager&lt;br /&gt;[x] a game console&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be Scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you in a clique? LTC? i don't think we count as a clique. we're just damn cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;do you wear tight skinny jeans? not tight. okay. yes i wear skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;do you want to be skinnier? a little bit. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;do you wear your hair over your eyes or in your face? they do get a little in my face. eyes. area.&lt;br /&gt;do you cut your own hair? HECK NO.&lt;br /&gt;do you make your own clothes? i tried. failures.&lt;br /&gt;are you a camera whore? no. i don't really like pictures.&lt;br /&gt;are you a myspace whore? i've given up on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whore!&lt;br /&gt;[] myspace&lt;br /&gt;[] camera&lt;br /&gt;[x] facebook&lt;br /&gt;[x] purse&lt;br /&gt;[] cmnt&lt;br /&gt;[x] IM&lt;br /&gt;[x] texting&lt;br /&gt;[LMFAO!] reallife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your favorites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartoon character: peter pan. (:&lt;br /&gt;designer brand: lacoste? mm, coach? i'm not really a designer brand kinda girl.&lt;br /&gt;color: purple.&lt;br /&gt;style: COOL. haha!  (:&lt;br /&gt;personality factor: how do you factor personality?! :D&lt;br /&gt;animal: NO.&lt;br /&gt;potato chips: uhhhhhhhhm, the limon lays.&lt;br /&gt;soda: root beer? i don't really like soda.&lt;br /&gt;clothing brand: TOPSHOPPPPPPPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;shape: star.&lt;br /&gt;CD: my old school backstreetboys cd. (:&lt;br /&gt;cookies: oreos.&lt;br /&gt;band: yellowcard. ahhhhhhh. (:&lt;br /&gt;ice cream flavor: rocky road. or or or birthday cake. (:&lt;br /&gt;shopping store: TOPSHOP?! or urban outfitters. (: i like online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;era: back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;fast-food: carl's jr.&lt;br /&gt;restaurant: none really. :D&lt;br /&gt;magazine: teen vogue.&lt;br /&gt;candy: kit kats. or or or. those minty kind.&lt;br /&gt;game console: the wiiiiiiii. (:&lt;br /&gt;hair style: nice hair style. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your backgroud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your ethnicity? asianasianasian.&lt;br /&gt;What's your 'race'? asian? :D&lt;br /&gt;What's your moms name? angela.&lt;br /&gt;What's your dad's name? john.&lt;br /&gt;Do you appreciate your parents enough? yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep in touch with relatives other than holidays? some.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you had a different family? NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The opposite sex.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many relationships have you been in? three ish?&lt;br /&gt;How many of them were serious? nothing was serious back then.&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret any of them at all? no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you miss any of those relationships? no.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever mistreat a guy that treated you great? no.&lt;br /&gt;Whats a key characteristic in a guy? personality. please.&lt;br /&gt;If you could have ANY guy in the world, what guy would you want?  HA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confessions.&lt;br /&gt;How far have you gone? cheek kissing. i'm so innocent! (:&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you would have gone farther or not as far? no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done drugs? NO.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever smoked? NO.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken? uhm, not really. i'm sure at the moment i was devastated. but not completely. broken hearted.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever regretted something? yes.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you said you wish you could take back? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you know alot about that you have never met? yesh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your lifestyle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you change it? not in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick four friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Their names?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: lany.&lt;br /&gt;two: kelly.&lt;br /&gt;three: maria.&lt;br /&gt;four: kathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What are their initials? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: ld.&lt;br /&gt;two: mn.&lt;br /&gt;three: kn.&lt;br /&gt;four: kd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When is the last time you spoke to them? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: today.&lt;br /&gt;two: yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;three: yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;four: yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are they shorter, or taller than you? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: taller.&lt;br /&gt;two: taller. BUT ONLY BY A LITTLE.&lt;br /&gt;three: taller.&lt;br /&gt;four: taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever had a class with them? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: confirmation! :D&lt;br /&gt;two: yes.&lt;br /&gt;three: yes.&lt;br /&gt;four: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you know their screennames by heart? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: yes.&lt;br /&gt;two: yes.&lt;br /&gt;three: yes.&lt;br /&gt;four: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What did you guys last laugh at? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: uhm, how retarded her jokes are.&lt;br /&gt;two: LTC. :D&lt;br /&gt;three: LTC. :D&lt;br /&gt;four: LTC. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is their birth month? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: may.&lt;br /&gt;two: september.&lt;br /&gt;three: october.&lt;br /&gt;four: august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Describe their hairstyle. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: usually curled. ;D&lt;br /&gt;two: shoulderish. straight ish usually.&lt;br /&gt;three: short. ish.&lt;br /&gt;four: long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How did you meet? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: uhm, when we were like six or seven.&lt;br /&gt;two: ninth grade pe class.&lt;br /&gt;three: seventh or eighth grade.&lt;br /&gt;four: kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do they have a myspace? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;two: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;three: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;four: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you gave him/her a cupcake, what would he/she do? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: eat it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;two: "jessica what did you do to this?!"&lt;br /&gt;three: "AWWW! *HUGS*"&lt;br /&gt;four: "kelly, taste this first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you asked them to do your homework for you, what would they do? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: HA.&lt;br /&gt;two: she'd probably ask me for my homework. ;D&lt;br /&gt;three: she'd warn me that her writing is messy.&lt;br /&gt;four: WHAT DID YOU DO WITH JESSICA!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How long would it take to drive to their house? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: ten minutes? ish.&lt;br /&gt;two: not that long. five minutes? ten?&lt;br /&gt;three: don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;four: four point one minutes thanks mapquest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How many siblings do they have? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: three.&lt;br /&gt;two: one.&lt;br /&gt;three: LIKE FIVE BILLION.&lt;br /&gt;four: none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How often do they swear? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: HAHAHA, often.&lt;br /&gt;two: usually never.&lt;br /&gt;three: often.&lt;br /&gt;four: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever been to their house? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: yes.&lt;br /&gt;two: yes.&lt;br /&gt;three: no.&lt;br /&gt;four: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have they been to yours? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: yes.&lt;br /&gt;two: yes.&lt;br /&gt;three: yes.&lt;br /&gt;four: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Name one thing each of them dislikes. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: biznitches.&lt;br /&gt;two: grudge holders.&lt;br /&gt;three: super bossy people who act superior.&lt;br /&gt;four: DUY HOANG. but not really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99 THINGS ABOUT YOU. NO LYING - BE HONEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(001) Your gender: female.&lt;br /&gt;(002) Straight/gay/bi?: straight.&lt;br /&gt;(003) Single?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;(004) Want to be?: doesn't matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;(005) Age?: fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;(006) Age you wish you were: fifteen. o_o&lt;br /&gt;(007) Race?: asian.&lt;br /&gt;(008) Race you wanna be: i like asian. (:&lt;br /&gt;(009) The color of your eyes: dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;(010) Piercings: ears.&lt;br /&gt;(011) Scars: i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;(012) Tattoos: none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(022) Been out of the country: yes.&lt;br /&gt;(023) Been in love: no.&lt;br /&gt;(024) Had Sex: no.&lt;br /&gt;(025) Gone skinny dipping: no.&lt;br /&gt;(026) Had a surgery: nope.&lt;br /&gt;(027) Ran away from home: no.&lt;br /&gt;(028) Played strip poker: yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;(029) Been beat up: no.&lt;br /&gt;(031) Been on stage: yesh.&lt;br /&gt;(032) Slept outdoors: YEAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;(034) Pulled an all-nighter: not completely.&lt;br /&gt;(036) Talked on the phone all night: almost.&lt;br /&gt;(038) Slept all day: not all day.&lt;br /&gt;(039) Killed someone: WHAT? NO.&lt;br /&gt;(040) Ever said nigroll: what?!&lt;br /&gt;(042) Kissed the same sex: no.&lt;br /&gt;(043) Done anything sexual with the same sex: huong humped me! D:&lt;br /&gt;(044) Been betrayed: yes.&lt;br /&gt;(045) Broken the law: no. not that i know of! :D&lt;br /&gt;(047) Been on radio/tv: yesh.&lt;br /&gt;(048) Been in a mosh-pit: nope.&lt;br /&gt;(049) Had a nervous breakdown: sortakinda.&lt;br /&gt;(050) Been criticized about your sexual performance: huh?&lt;br /&gt;(051) Had a dream that kept coming back: yes.&lt;br /&gt;(052) Favorite shoe brand?: URBAN OUTFITTER SHOES. :D ha!&lt;br /&gt;(053) Favorite music: good stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;(054) Wear hats: me like!&lt;br /&gt;(055) Judged other people by their clothing: guilty.&lt;br /&gt;(057) Are you trendy: i try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(058) Life on other planets: sometimes i think i do.&lt;br /&gt;(059) Miracles: yes.&lt;br /&gt;(060) Astrology: not really.&lt;br /&gt;(061) Magic: i'm that gullible.&lt;br /&gt;(062) God: YES.&lt;br /&gt;(063) Love: yes.&lt;br /&gt;(064) Ghosts: a little, i don't know. i'm a scaredy cat.&lt;br /&gt;(065) Rebirth: no.&lt;br /&gt;(066) Love at first sight: no.&lt;br /&gt;(067) Yin and Yang: no.&lt;br /&gt;(068) Witches: no.&lt;br /&gt;(069) Easter bunny: HAHA. yes? no. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISCELLANEOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(070) First love?: none.&lt;br /&gt;(071) Do you consider love a mistake: love is never a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;(072) What do you find romantic: a lot of things. stars. the most.&lt;br /&gt;(074) Turn-offs: bad hygiene. drugs, drinking, smoking. bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;(075) Do you base your judgment on looks alone: never.&lt;br /&gt;(076) Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone and physically unattracted?: yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;(077) What is best about the opposite sex?: MOST of them aren't little girls who don't know what they want.&lt;br /&gt;(078) Whats the last present someone got you?: flowers. (:&lt;br /&gt;(079) Do you like someone?: i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST PERSON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(080) That you laughed at: my sister.&lt;br /&gt;(081) That laughed at you: huy.&lt;br /&gt;(082) That turned you on: ew.&lt;br /&gt;(083) You went shopping with: dad and lizi.&lt;br /&gt;(084) To disappoint you: eh.&lt;br /&gt;(085) To make you cry: long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;(086) To brighten up your day: kevin. (:&lt;br /&gt;(087) You saw a movie with: daddy and lizi.&lt;br /&gt;(088) You talked to on the phone: michael.&lt;br /&gt;(090) You talked to on text message: kyle.&lt;br /&gt;(091) Your best friends: lany, michael, ltc. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(092) Smiled: moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;(094) Cried: long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;(095) Bought something: ice cream today.&lt;br /&gt;(096) Danced: today. (:&lt;br /&gt;(097) Went to a Sleepover: long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;(098) Listened to music: right now.&lt;br /&gt;(099) Who is your crush: i like how this question is not a when was the last time question at all. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keeping my mind off things: success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8695118617521006716?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8695118617521006716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8695118617521006716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8695118617521006716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8695118617521006716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/keeping-my-mind-off-things.html' title='keeping my mind off things.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8177732504630130784</id><published>2009-08-22T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:25:47.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this isn't a fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;say you're sorry. that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to. as i pace back and forth all this time 'cause i honestly believed in you. holding on, the days drag on. stupid girl. i should have known. that i'm not a princess. this ain't a fairytale. i'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet. lead her up the stairwell. this ain't hollywood. this is a small town. i was a dreamer before you went and let me down. now it's too late for you and your white horse. to come around. baby i was naive got lost in your eyes. i never really had a chance. i had so many dreams about you and me. happy endings, now i know. i'm not a princess. this ain't a fairytale. i'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet. lead her up the stairwell. this ain't hollywood. this is a small town. i was a dreamer before you went and let me down. now it's too late for you and your white horse. to come around. and there you are on your knees begging for forgiveness. begging for me just like i always wanted. but i'm so sorry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause i'm not your princess. this ain't our fairytale. i'm gonna find someone, someday. who might actually treat me well. this is a big world. that was a small town. there in my rear view mirror, disappearing now. and it's too late for you and your white horse. to come around. to catch me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;refreshed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8177732504630130784?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8177732504630130784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8177732504630130784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8177732504630130784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8177732504630130784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-isnt-fairytale.html' title='this isn&apos;t a fairytale.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6760433049518022319</id><published>2009-08-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:01:03.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my dad. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so today, daddy took me and lizi out to eat pho for lunch, but that is not the highlight of it all. the highlight was him blasting nobody by the wonder girls. and THEN blasting talk to me by u-kiss. the car was seriously vibrating all over the place. and i was like OMFG cause it was semi embarassing but also completely hilarious because it's so funny that my dad actually enjoys listening to korean music. well the ones that sound like old school pop. man, it just cracked me up. man my daddy's the best. (: and last night i had a super scary dream. except this time duy doesn't die. but the whole ltc was there. and this crazy lady was like trapping us in this room. and we're freaking out. and i'm freaking out. and then the dream morphes and i'm with hey! say! jump which is like uh wtf? and THEN yamada gives me a hug. and i'm like OMFG WHERE IS KELLLLLLLY. that was pretty fun. (: good dream. ^-^ it is SUPER hot. ): like, crazy hot. i have to finish twenty chapters by this sunday if i want to stay on track. for rizzles. man. and now i'm just chilling. waiting for an hour to go by after i ate so i can do p90x day four. yoga! i love yoga. i've done it before so i reallllly like it. (: except for i can never remember the retardo names. *tears* oh right, i've been meaning to talk about FACEBOOK GAMES. what is up with the obsession with farmville and mafia wars and barn bonanza or whatever they heck it's called. i mean. SERIOUSLY....SERIOUSLY?! oh no it's four thirty my strawberry's are shriveling. oh no i can't log on. my plants are dying. WHAT THE EFF?! i'm so confusedddddddddddddddd. anyways, on happier note. i love the ring i found in my mom's room. HA. (: my new baby. ^-^ and also at the pho place i saw a very dep trai boy. not sure if he's universally cute. ah, good times. (: i'm going to go play now! bye bye! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pho fever, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-6760433049518022319?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6760433049518022319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6760433049518022319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6760433049518022319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6760433049518022319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-my-dad.html' title='i love my dad. (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-3869342314772327471</id><published>2009-08-21T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:55:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday neil &amp; kathy. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So9sCLBPffI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BmHU9kso768/s1600-h/101_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So9sCLBPffI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BmHU9kso768/s200/101_1374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372631665049828850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the party was super super super fun. (: happy birthday to kathy and neil! i loved that ltc got to hang out. and i loved when i found out that people actually call us ltc. that just cracked me up. i uploaded the pictures on facebook and am in the process of tagging and stuff. i did'nt really take that many pictures of like people actually smiling. and i took like one of myself with the ever special maria. :D i took a lot of candid pictures. which i liked. ^-^ ltc played a round of hide and seek. duh duy sucks and got caught first. uhm, oh yeah WATERMELON GAME. OMFG. MOST INTENSE GAME EVER. YOU KNOW WHY? because loser had to drink nuoc mam. IT WAS SO NASTYYYYYYYYYYY. like. UGHHH, only duy didn't have to drink it. that stupid...anyways. today was the first day the guys were included into an intense conversatio. "pussay". oh geez. it was pretty intense. except for every five minutes when duy said. "so want a chip?" er..no. yeah posted the pictures. done. anyways. yeah intense conversation was good. stuff. (: it was fun. it got really like. serious talking about graduating. *tears* and then at the end of the night maria's scaring seven story. wtflip was THAT. i was so scared oh yeah other moments. the saving duy from cars that were like five gajillion feet away from him. ^-^ and then pushing jeffie towards the car. haha! and uhmmm, what else? oh yeah i loved talking about BLIZTKRIEG. and purple shoes. and matching pants? and eating com tam after registration., and some more blitzkrieg. and stupid hometown buffet. *pushes duy* oh yeah, and the cake was good! (: and i think i just enjoyed the time i had with ltc. i can't wait for registration when i can see them again! haha, which is like two more weeks. it feels great just like. having the group there. and sometimes, even duy says something nice. like when we were playing the truth lie game. he said "i hate someone in this circle." and then he LOOKED AT ME . I WAS LIKE YOU LITTLE. and then we were all like. truth? D: and then he's like nah lie! and all the girls went AWWWW. and he made his ugly face. which is like his normal face except uglier. (: that's LTC for you. and we talking about attempting to steal our lunch table for senior prank. i do'nt think so guys. hahah, i love them to bits. you know? and no ammount of being sad or confused or feeling like crud can make time with ltc anything but fun. because they always make me smile. no matter when or where. or how bad i'm feeling. i can always count on them to make me laugh. awww *hugs*. that bag of lays probably describes the whole night in one little picture. intense conversations and lays. (: today was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-3869342314772327471?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3869342314772327471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=3869342314772327471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3869342314772327471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3869342314772327471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-neil-kathy.html' title='happy birthday neil &amp; kathy. (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So9sCLBPffI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BmHU9kso768/s72-c/101_1374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-3061756889890788405</id><published>2009-08-21T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:11:48.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuh tuh tuh touchholic. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;can't stop listening to this song. tuh tuh tuh touchholic. so very catchy. and plus points cause jang geun seuk is a cutie. HELLO. (: leaving for kathy's house in like thirty minutes. it's kinda cold outside. but i'm still opting for shorts. just cause i feel like it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; i'm sad. BECAUSE EVERYONE I ALREADY AT KATHY'S HOUSE. uhm, can you say tears forever. sigh. sigh. sigh. but it's okay. because i'll be. there. soon. *sigh* i'm missing all the fun! and david promised to bring me a chocopie. today. or at registration. we'll see! and today's neil's birthday! happy face. (: and and what else. i DID NOT get the cycle shorts. but that's okay. mommy's coming home in a few days. and she just went on like some freak shopping spree and bought me clothes over in texas cause it's cheap over there. gosh love her to bits. and I'M STARVING AND WANT KOREAN BBQ. i'm bringing my camera. document this party for chictopia maybe. or for this blog. and facebook. people are saying i look different. wtf? I DO NOT. D: and vivian still thinks me and fred are like having a secret affair or something, uh no vivian, not in a million years. lalaa. tuh tuh tuh touchholic. (: yeah, i think i'm in love with the new group B2Y. so very disco. plus they have REALLY good voices. and plus points because that singer guy is freaking GORGEOUS. *drools* :D okay gonna go get ready. and. you know, try not to look too ugly. can't wait to see ltc. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuh tuh tuh touchholic, jdn. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-3061756889890788405?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3061756889890788405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=3061756889890788405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3061756889890788405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3061756889890788405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuh-tuh-tuh-touchholic-3.html' title='tuh tuh tuh touchholic. &lt;3'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-45174084683089068</id><published>2009-08-21T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:00:34.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shadow boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRTTu22t4UU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRTTu22t4UU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh dear me, i can't stop listening to this song. and i think i might be in love with yamada. gahhhh, damn it kelly you're love for yamapi is rubbing off on me. *dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-45174084683089068?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/45174084683089068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=45174084683089068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/45174084683089068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/45174084683089068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/shadow-boy.html' title='shadow boy!'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8829870915032170312</id><published>2009-08-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:31:23.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p90x day three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;shortpost about day three. shoulders and arms. not much to say. ehhh, it was okay. ab ripper x again. what can i say? LOVEDDDD IT. i'm not as sore as i was yesterday. except oh yeah, when i sit down. my butt feels like it's going to fall off. BUT IT'S OKAYYYY. :D okay okay, off to watch 17 again. AGAIN. (: and annotating until kathy's party! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catcha later gator, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8829870915032170312?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8829870915032170312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8829870915032170312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8829870915032170312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8829870915032170312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/p90x-day-three.html' title='p90x day three.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2482112157734763597</id><published>2009-08-21T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:06:08.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my oh my.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;happy 16th birthday neil! i love you to bits and pieces. (: last night watched 17 again.  CUTEST. MOVIE. EVER. like first five minutes i already found cute. i was dying and squealing and freaking out. especially the part where he does the kiss and swoosh move to the girl. i was like asfdasdfasdfafs. and then CHANDLER BINGGG! i love that guy. but i have to admit. as much as i find zac efron to be beyond metro. he was beyond cute in the movie. i seriously loved his character. goshhh, i loved that movie. (: happy face. well anyways. just a quick blog and happy birthday before i p90x. byeeeeeeeeeee. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me and my fettucine, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-2482112157734763597?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2482112157734763597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=2482112157734763597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2482112157734763597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2482112157734763597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-oh-my.html' title='oh my oh my.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-635028491405438099</id><published>2009-08-20T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:10:46.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the quest for wrapping paper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH, THE QUEST FOR WRAPPING PAPER. a treacherous journey. and i ended up with. a square of merry christmas wrapping paper NOT ENOUGH TO WRAP KATHY'S PRESENT. and then. a dragon appeared and breathed fire on me and this is what became of that dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So4PNu9e3XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7P_D7cclmUI/s1600-h/me%21+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So4PNu9e3XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7P_D7cclmUI/s200/me%21+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372248134118202738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;omg the HORRORRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So4PnoIZLgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/br-K9FntdRQ/s1600-h/me%21+005.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/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So4PnoIZLgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/br-K9FntdRQ/s200/me%21+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372248578961518082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*bursts into tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So4P9WqRu-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/46_SHVhR6H4/s1600-h/me%21+004.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/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So4P9WqRu-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/46_SHVhR6H4/s200/me%21+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372248952228920290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;excuse me, jessica is a failure.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i miss ltc. so i'm very excited about tomorrow. the endddd.&lt;br /&gt;with love, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-635028491405438099?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/635028491405438099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=635028491405438099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/635028491405438099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/635028491405438099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/quest-for-wrapping-paper.html' title='the quest for wrapping paper.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/So4PNu9e3XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7P_D7cclmUI/s72-c/me%21+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6186483146434742860</id><published>2009-08-20T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:51:56.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take a walk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;shining the light into your eyes. morning has come to a start today but nothing matters. everyone seems to find their place. everyone seems to find the place where they belong. you don't want to be alone. but you only see the shadow on the wall. do you feel lost in your place? no one seems to understand your mind. does anyone care to know what it is that troubles you inside? do you feel lonely in your heart though everything seems to be right? take a walk with me. away from everything that makes you cry. shining the light into the dark. another day's gone but feeling low and nothing matters. everyone seems to find their place. everyone seems to find the place where they belong. you hear the sound of lullabies. and nothing seems to put you to sleep. take a walk with me now. i'll be your friend. take a deep breath of air. to clear your mind. and take a walk with me. [clazziquai project]&lt;/span&gt;&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/4698467987872540135-6186483146434742860?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6186483146434742860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6186483146434742860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6186483146434742860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6186483146434742860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-walk.html' title='take a walk.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-7342883634347407842</id><published>2009-08-20T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:50:50.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P90X day two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i didn't realize how sore i'd be in the morning after the ab and arm thing yesteday. i could barely tie my hair up cause my arms hurt. IT FELT GREAT. (: anyways, today was plyometrics workout. i actually really liked this workout. i know half the people in america are thinking, who is this crazy child!? uhmm, i expected it to be a lot harder. not saying it was EASY. it was pretty hard. but i felt good doing it. the burn felt AMAZING. like no joke. i sweated buckets. which is nasty. but the jumping around was so fun. (: especially when you had to jump really high and it totally reminded me of victor. HA, cause he always jumps around like a monkey at the tennis games. (: anyways, yeah. i felt the burn in my legs which made me happy in a crazy way cause i knew the workout was working. uhmmmm, i'm gonna get my dad to download all the disks so i don't have to watch other people on youtube doing it. i left the video on mute and put on my workout playlist. mannnn, good stuff. (: and right now. i feel super nong. aish. so today basically. i did plyometrics. for like an hour cause that workout is damn long. and then i did like twenty minutes of cardio/aerobics. i feel great. refreshed. today's my break day. so no annotating. but i'll do a driving lesson i SUPPOSE. i finished kathy's present touchups last night. so yay me. whoops this is supposed to be about plyometrics. uhm, so i'm really looking forward to doing it again next week. i'm pretty sure i'll be SUPERSUPERSUPER sore by tomorrow. it'll be great. ;D going to take a longgggggggggggggg shower now. my poor body. D: P90X DAY TWO: COMPLETE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the burn!, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-7342883634347407842?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7342883634347407842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=7342883634347407842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7342883634347407842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7342883634347407842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/p90x-day-two.html' title='P90X day two.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2726967919072546033</id><published>2009-08-19T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:49:39.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>way back into love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so. yeah, today was p90x day one. after that. took a LONGLONGLONG shower. it felt so good. my arms are sore. damn, after working out. i felt super productive. annotated a bunch. and then i was talking to davidpham and we are both fail because we stopped annotating for the rest of the day. uhmmm, viikii.net is pissing me off because it won't let me watch meteor shower. keeps stop loading. AHHHH, hate it. and then. downloaded oregon trail on my itouch. finished the whole game. hehehe, the whole family survived except one girl who got eaten by an eagle. which is like WTF?! why is the eagle as big as all my family members put together i do not understand. since yesterday, i can't stop singing, my sister has been complaining. HAHAH. (: what am i doing now? ermmm, online window shopping. oh topshop. why must you have such beautiful pieces. i can't stop singing the cover of sexy love that jessica and jonghyun sang on shim shim tapa. very very good harmony. except when jessica missed that high note. FAIL. haha, just kidding. (: ermmmmm, what else. registration stuff came yesterday. i do not know if i mentioned that. but that means. registration is coming. omfg, i think i'm going to buy a yearbook. which is EIGHTYFIVE BUCKS. WTF. FAIL. but seriuosly, i need to get all the seniors to sign it. *tears* a whole page for kevin tran. and fred! D: sighhhhhh! D: tears forever. seriously. i have a general dentist appointment this sunday. uh, FAIL, I HATE. friday is kathy's thing i'm excited. (: me and david are going to pig out on korean bbq. he told her to get chocopies, uh i don't think so. :] ohyeah, seriously. this ninetynine cent store tank i used for working out. is SO COMFORTABLE. i actually have half a mind to belt it and wear it outside. it is that versatile. plus. SO COMFY. i love it! i love love love it. (: i think if it's still hot by the first day of school, i'll wear a really casual dress. if i buy one on my shopping trip with mom when she comes back. or for registration. we'll see. (: i just have the urge to do so. so i might. (: hehehe! i remember last saturday i spent all of church just thinking, hm what will i wear on the first day of school. i know theresa was thinking the same thing! she's very nervous about high school. reminds me of...ME. and i know this year i'm still going to freak out about whether i should bring my instrument or not. and i'll text fred like every year and say ARE YOU BRINGING YOUR INSTRUMENT. before i remember that OH WAIT, fred plays the freaking CELLO so it doesn't matter. and then i'll not bring it. and then regret it. or bring it and feel like a loser carrying it around. (: hm, i am in dire need of a trip to f21. no kidding, I WANT TO WIN THAT 400 DOLLAR GIFT CARD. OMFG. which reminds me. gotta check the 17 and teenvogue web for new contests. jessica needs a shopping spree. (: so basically, if i want to lose one and half pounds a week. i have to regulate my calorie intake to 1,142 calories a day. i don't know if that's A LOT. or what. but heck, with the p90x under my belt. i feel like i can do anything. even though i'm freaking tired after doing it. i also feel super energized. like i can do anything. which explains the impromptu annotating session. (: ermermerm, what else? i think i reallllllly like CL's style from 2NE1. well not her style , like on the cover and stuff. but normal style. and also her personality. like her confidence, she just exudes confidence. i like that. i want to be like her! my new role model. ;D LMFAO. :D dear 14.50 nautical stripes f21 dress. i want you. (: hehe! gah, still on a search for a cheaper than most leather jacket. i saw the update on leather jackets on urbanoutfitters blogs. gorgeous stuff right there. no joke! now, in terms of digital cameras. i think i really like the coolpix s230 from nikon. the plum one is adorable. (: hehehe! right so, another thing that's frustrating me is my freaking pores! they like go half away. and then come back. it's making me angryyyy! GO AWAY YOU STUPID PORES. D:&lt; anyways, i like the song one year later. i think jessica and onew's voices are reallllly good together. okay scratch that. i really love onew's voice. (: teeeheee! onew condition! ;D oh yeah i'd like to reiterate how comfy sports bras are. LMFAO, they really are. i think i'm just reminding myself how comfy they are. yeahhhh. oh yeah, today i watched wild bunny epiosde 5. OMFG, it was so hilarious. this is why i love 2PM. especially wooooyoungggg. *heart* i was like spitting out my water. and holding my tummy cause i was laughing so hard. (: i loved it! ^-^ ohyeah, one thing i don't get is why doesn't h&amp;amp;m have a online shopping section for the US. the last time i checked i had to go to like the swedish web to look at the clothes. and it was like, WHAT? I DON'T UNDERSTAND SWEDISH. D: and also the clothes sizes there are RETARDED. but, they have nice clothes. for cheap. so i like. BUT STILL, so confusing. no pain no gain? brain pain. D: so i entered a contest on teenvogue.com to win fifty thousand dollars. OMG IF I WIN FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS. *has a heart attack* :D i'm such a hopeful person. i never win stuff like this. BUT IMAGINE IF I DID. ha, too much hope. T-T sighhh! last night watched hell's kitchen and america's got talent. hell's kitchen was hilarious! chef ramsey to tenille: you're crap. tenille: ... YOU'RE CRAP. me: HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT A DUMB BUNNY! it was hilariuos. and for america's got talent. i loved loved loved. u4ia. or horwever you spell it. they ROCKED it. i still don't get how the dog act got through. and the last act. lawrence beatermen or something, i have no idea how to spell it. HIS VOICE IS AMAZING. LIKE HEAVEN. IN A VOCAL BOX. omg, i love his voice. it's so. SMOOOOOTH. "like velvet" as sharon said. i loved it. (: and then me and my sister COULD not sleep, we spent like thirty minutes giggling. it was hilarious. (: okay, i JUST REALIZED. why it was only in swedish. H&amp;amp;M IS A SWEDISH COMPANY. hahaha, you're a loser jessica! (: listening to sexy love again. SHE MISSED THE HIGH NOTE. drives me nuts everytime. and everytime i hear jonghyun i always think of a monkey. cause he looks like a monkey. (: yay monkeys! we humans are descendants from MONKEYS. that doesn't make grammatical sense. but whatever! :D right so i was using this vaseline lotion thing. that smells AMAZING. and now my CUTICLES LOOK AMAZING. LIKE SO AMAZING AND NICE. cause before i didn't really take care of those things. i mean come on who cares. but now THEY SMELL SO GOOOD. it's amazing! like MAGIC! :D so i've heard a lot about the clothing brand zara. or company whatever. checking it out right now. and i just got a heart attack cause i didn't know the website had music. uhmm, my heart is still racing. one second. idk how the website works. but i know there's no zara around HERE. sigh. stupid california. D: no underground korean clothing stores that are more than sanitary. no topshop. no zaras. lately, my eyes have been drawn to sleeveless, items. i like i like. (: i also need something sheer. sigh. i wish i could win the lottery, there goes my wishful thinking again. hey, it's okay to dream right? :D something easier for me to buy. tennis shoes. which i need cause my pink converse are falling apart. i still can't find those clear tennis shoes from gojane that i saw in seventeen. but anyways, yeah i'm thinking just go for vans. or keds. or imitation crud. (: hehehe! but yeah. i like my sandals. comfy. i need another pair. just for the heck of it. sandals are so dangerous to wear. mine ALWAYS break at school. or my flipflops do. what kind of fail is that? whenever i look for clothes onlines. i always go to the sort by. PRICE: LOWEST TO HIGHEST: hahaha. but on urban outfitters. the lowest is always like. a bra. LOL, and then sometimes a bra costs more than a necklace. or a pair of sunglasses costs more than a pair of pants. i do not understand! ahhhhhhhhh! D: oh oh, i saw this guy wearing this AWESOME yellow retro vintage-y watch. omfggg, that reminds me i need an AWESOME watch too! (: yellow? turquoise! yeah turquoise. retro style. i'm thinking fredflare style mang. :D one thing i love about urban outfitters is that they have a KIMCHI blue romper. that is not blue. it's floral. that makes me laugh. the romper is adorable though. anyways anyways anyways. i'm off to sing and annoy my sister. and finish up presents. GAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching the stars but they refuse to shine, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-2726967919072546033?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2726967919072546033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=2726967919072546033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2726967919072546033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2726967919072546033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-back-into-love.html' title='way back into love.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-840846410789025828</id><published>2009-08-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:08:25.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P90X day one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOLY !#@$!$#%. that is how i feel. i feel like. i'm dead. but i feel SO GOOD. it feels so good to work out. day one was supposed to be two rounds of chest/back and then one round of ab ripper x. i don't want to work out my back and chest too much so i did one round of that and i did ab ripper x twice. let me just say. we were barely stretching at the beginning and i was already dead. :D i have NO pullup bar so that was kinda sad. but those pushups man. they kicked my butt! holy mother of everyone! i already suck at pushups. so i did like ten per rep. standard was okay. wide stance ones were okay. military was ehhh. but man, those dive bomber pushups KILLED ME. and the diamond ones. i just wanted to die. my arms felt like they were going to fall off. but it felt so gooood. but i felt so WEAK. because i paused like every two pushups. but ah i feel so good. AHHHHH! and i think. ab ripper x. DEAR, AB RIPPER X. I HATE YOU. BUT I LOVE YOU. i hate how you make me feel like i am dying! and it is hell on earth because it is so hot. but GOSH, i love how you make me feel. AMAZING. two rounds of the ab ripper x is KILLER. actually no, ONE round of the ab ripper x is killer. my stomach felt like it was dying. and my thighs. OMFG. that guy is SUCH A JERKKKK. WHY SO HARD! D: one of the exercises i loved. i think it was when you had to lift your butt off the ground with the bottoms of your feet touching. and he's like. COME ON COME ON. GET YOUR BUTT OFF THE GROUND. COME ON. COME ON. GET IT OFF THE GROUND. and i'm just cracking up. i like the ab ripper x. i'm going to do a round of ab ripper x every other day cause you're not supposed to do it everyday. i like! (: my new favorite work out. woohoo. i heard day two is the worst. plyometrics or something. but ehhh, i feel good today. thank you p90x. you are my new best friend. i think a really cold shower would feel great now. oh yeah, you know. SPORTS bras feel AWESOME. hahahaha! anyways. i think i will commit to this workout. the guy makes me laugh. (: P90X DAY ONE: COMPLETE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the burn, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-840846410789025828?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/840846410789025828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=840846410789025828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/840846410789025828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/840846410789025828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/p90x-day-one.html' title='P90X day one.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-7685284177265249204</id><published>2009-08-18T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:28:03.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slightly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shopruche.com/bmz_cache/9/9496780551edb8f95d3f9bdd1b69a668.image.300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.shopruche.com/bmz_cache/9/9496780551edb8f95d3f9bdd1b69a668.image.300x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i laid my eyes on this jungle safari romper on shopruche.com, i think i slightly fell in love. alas, i can not spend twenty five dollars on such an item just yet. so i will just stare lovingly at it until i win the lottery or that 1000 american express credit gift card. *sigh* everyone's been doing the P90X as i said before. i don't have 90 days before school starts. but still i think i should workout a bit more. except, wait i can't find it for free and you know how cheap i am. so i'm still searching online. so far. looks scary. kevinpham says he can no longer feel his legs. hehe. damn it people, why do you not illegally load up p90x videos for me! i gotta ask maria where she gets it. it looks expensive. my mom would never let me waste money on those teevee commercial exercise programs. ever. *sigh* alas, that is the life of one who lives in my house. alas alas alas i need to get rid of this belly fat. love handlee things. i need a smaller waist. i keep having this urge to wear a comfy dress on the first day of school but then again, it's going to be cold i'm sure. so i do not know. and i keep using the word alas. i do not understand why i am so, is it possible to be attracted to a word?, yes i am attracted to the use of the word alas as of this moment. okay, reading all these p90x reviews freak me out a bit. but NO JESSICA, YOU HAVE TO DO THIS. anyways, for now i will settle for cruddy p90x videos but if anyone is willing to ship out 119 ish dollars to buy it for me, hey kudos to you! hahahah! (: and I HATE DAVID PHAM BECAUSE HE EATS MILLIONS OF CHOCOPIES AND DOESN'T GET FAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/SotdvdkfhKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-QJDIE7qVtM/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/SotdvdkfhKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-QJDIE7qVtM/s200/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371490050542372002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D: i hate him for life. not really. but i will shove food down his throat and make him super fat his year. JESSICA'S REVENGE. (: oh, got fahrenheit's new album. like it better than the other ones that's for sure. also got arisong, hwangbo's new album which is like house club music. she released it in europe first and it topped the charts. personally , i love dancing to the song. but i LOVE the album cover so much more. it's gorgeous. i love it. it's so simple. but the whole composition of it, i just can't get enough of it. okay, now i HAVE to post it up. i know it's ridiculous that i'm saying i love this album cover. but i seriously do. i just love it. hwangbo is gorgeous. and europe is gorgeous. mannnnn. [HOORAY, found chest/back for p90x nice one jessica. ;D gosh i'm so cheap.] and anyways. i also got GD's, or that is gdragon's, new heartbreak album. his first solo album. everything i expected. maybe more. i love the techno beats. seriously, very GD. he made us proud. i like the song with CL in it. she's freaking amazing. anyways, yeah. some good stuff there. AHAHAH! FOUND AB RIPPER for p90x. man, i'm good. (: ah, i think tomorrow when i start p90x-ing. i'm going to be in so much pain. i mean all these fit people doing it and it hurts. or maybe they're like me. not fit at all! D: my abs are going to hurt like a BIZNITCH tomorrow. oh wait, what abs. i meant my stomach. and thighs. and body in general. i'm going to be freaking sore. *sigh* but jessica, that's the price you gotta pay for getting FATFATFAT! ajaajaaja fighting and all that jazz. i wonder how i'm going to hook up the computer to my teevee so i can workout. *sigh* gotta do this. dundundun. alas, i do not have any weights at my house. i think i'll just do arms day three without weights. i'll be dying anyways! ha! so i got the price is right on my itouch FINALLY. it's so funny. i love getting the EXACT price it's like OMG JESSICA, YOU'RE A GENIUS. :) alright, thinking, NO MORE JUNKFOOD. i think i'll stick to eggs. and fruit. and shiz like that. does crackers count as junk food? YES. no more lunchables? ahhhhh! :D alright so it's decided, super diet. p90x-ing starting tomorrow and for the next 90 days. come on jessssssssssica, you can do it! i'm going to die. I'M GOING TO DIE. no jessica YOU CAN DO IT! ... OMFG I'M GOING TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm already dead, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-7685284177265249204?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7685284177265249204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=7685284177265249204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7685284177265249204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7685284177265249204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/slightly.html' title='slightly.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCC7qAB9TbE/SotdvdkfhKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-QJDIE7qVtM/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-7094356933082363923</id><published>2009-08-18T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:14:34.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the game of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fact: 95% of all paper currency circulating in washington dc contain traces of cocaine. source: today's new york times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wow...that's so cool sorta kinda. i mean, CONSPIRACY THEORIES. EVERYWHERE. last night, downloaded the game of life for itouch. it is fuhreaking fun. (: it is around seven am right now. i got a retweet from topshop. very. cool. beans. (: last night's talk with maria was good. good stuff man good stuff. and. WHY IS EPISODE NINE STILL 90% SUBBED SINCE LAST NIGHT. ARGHARGHARGH. okay, i'm fine. i will just watch it as 90%. OMG JESSICA, CAN YOU REALLY DO THAT?! CAN YOU REALLY?! i will die! D: oh yeah, i mapquested kathy's house last night. supposedly four minutes away from my house. FOR REALS?! i mean, yeah that makes sense since she went to marshall with me. why did i always imagine her living far away in some rich-o mansion? i do not know! XD i think i just accidentally ate paper...ermmm, yeah. *chokes* i've been getting my sleeping schedule back on track. hooray. me hears that the registration packets are coming. i'm feeling the slight impending doom feeling. but also very excited. i know this is going to be a stressful year. arghhhh. but still, i love school. usually. except when it actually starts and i'm like. UGHHH, LET ME GOOOO PLEASE YOU EVIL. PLACE! D: okay you guys, WHAT IS UP WITH THE FARMVILL CRAZE. seriously, black sheeps getting lost everywhere! what is going on?! right, so don't really have much to blog about since it's SEVEN IN THE FREAKING MORNING. sooooooooo, off to spazz. about some very dep trai boys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the 08, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-7094356933082363923?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7094356933082363923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=7094356933082363923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7094356933082363923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7094356933082363923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/game-of-life.html' title='the game of life.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-122091292717962031</id><published>2009-08-17T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:03:17.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tee eye eight fours and lunchables.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NINETYNINE CENT LUNCHABLES AT STATER BROS. OMG. so cheap. we bought like twenty! (: man, i love lunchables. i remember back in the day it was a rare event when i got lunchabls. only for field trips. and i'd be so happy. so i'd just nibble and preserve the ham and cheese so it'd last a long time. man i love lunchables. and then we bought a ti-84 calculator from staplers for 89 dollars since i need one for ap calc. niceeee. i'm trying to fiddle around with it and put in apps. but i'm also having a very seriuos conversation with MARIA. MY LOVE. I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU! so, lately i've been end of summer reconnecting with the pals. gahhh, i miss you guys so much! anyways. vitas lu listening. oh yeah. I FINALLY GOT THE METEOR SHOWER OST. THANK YOU LORDDDDD. it is so good. gosh lu hu you are freaking amazing. (: yes, once again listening to que te pasa, vitas lu, why does your voice make me so happy? :D today when we were driving around. i put nobody on my itouch which was connected to the speaker. and my dad kept turning it up and up. to the point where even I, JESSICA, was embarassed and i had to turn it down. man he really loves that song. geeeebus! (: uhmmmm, i am in a particular good mood. this is probably the first summer where i didn't really follow the drama. all i did was: keyclub. annotate. thieunhi. clean. listen to music. mannnn! i can't wait to go shopping with mommy, i miss her to bits. uhmmm, i was going to blog more. but i'm very interested in my conversation wiht maria. and the ti-84. so farewell my little munchkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my little share of happiness, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-122091292717962031?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/122091292717962031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=122091292717962031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/122091292717962031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/122091292717962031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/tee-eye-eight-fours-and-lunchables.html' title='tee eye eight fours and lunchables.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-6798613039419136863</id><published>2009-08-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:42:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" ".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"if you notice him, you'll definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be moved by his voice, you'll fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in love with him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i sing this song for you, looking into the blue sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tears can't help but fall down, my lover can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i believe in the faith from our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your soul in my dreams, where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have closed my door waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the sun is shining outside. but i am missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-6798613039419136863?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/6798613039419136863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=6798613039419136863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6798613039419136863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/6798613039419136863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='&quot; &quot;.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-2962045927499117360</id><published>2009-08-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:23:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ayoayoayo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;happy birthday to my loveeeeee, yoo seung ho. (: he's sixteen. dundundun. today. break day. family outing episode fiftynine RELEASED. with subs. so excited. the haunted house horror specials are always the funniest ones. my sister is rewatching coraline right now. kinda creepering me out. errrrm, gonna watch meteor shower! (: but i'm still PISSED that youtube is be freaking STUPID. and not showing all my freaking subscriptions. stupid ay hole. D: i forgot yesterday we bought rasberry conditioner from the 99cent store. it is simply DIVINE. i always wanted to use that word. butyeah, it smells sooooo goooood. uhhhhhm, last night. talked to kevin tran tran tran. who IS NOT GOING TO MY REGISTRATION WTF YOU STUPID FACE! and victor, who OBVIOUSLY misses me! duh. anjels and freaking demans. :D talking to victor always makes me crave food cause he's always eating something and i "can not have none," WHAT?! i do not know. D: YESYESYES, still listening to my vitas lu. and YESYESYES, it's still the que te pasa song. (: i don't know why i like blogging so much. actually, this blog is probably the longest i've stuck to a blog. *looks back at the cemetery of xanga blogs* man, xanga. now that's old school. and i remember i tried to do a livejournal. NOPEEE. i think denise showed me this website. and i started doing it. and then i got maria and kelly to do it. then kathy switched over from her xanga. I AM SUCH A GOOD CONVERTER! (: oh and the reason i am blogging RIGHT NOW rather than watching meteor shower. is because i'm letting it load. HOORAH! logging onto facebook. uhm, WHAT IS UP WITH THE OBSESSION WITH FARMVILLE. i don't get it. it looks. super boring. and the restaurant city thing? i gave up on my superpoke pet. it can feed itself. OR DIE. just like my CEMETERY FILLED WITH DEAD NEOPETS. HA. HA. HA. *delusional* anyways, I CAN'T WAIT FOR KATHY'S PARTY. i miss ltc. veryveryveryvery much. VERY MUCH. LIKE VERY MUCH. WHICH IS LIKE A LOT! i can't wait. it's going to be fun. us. being retardos. talking about tables and tennis balls. ;D i can't wait for school sortakinda. i hope mr. hobbs is still teaching this year. DAMN YOU BUDGET CUTS. hopefully! then i can visit him! yayyyyy! (: and mrs. ramsey. i love her to pieces! (: YESYESYES, done loading. i need to go back to school shopping man! man! man! okay, i'll blog later. got to go indulge on asian things which i haven't done all weekend. such a loser. *sigh* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-2962045927499117360?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/2962045927499117360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=2962045927499117360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2962045927499117360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/2962045927499117360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/ayoayoayo.html' title='ayoayoayo!'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1941145635192895781</id><published>2009-08-16T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:59:48.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the madhatter's tea partay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;uhhhm, 520AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you like your steak?&lt;br /&gt;good. medium rare. maybe a little more rare than not rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;transformers revenge of the fallen. dundundun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your major in college?&lt;br /&gt;when i go, probably. biochem. or something. like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;stockholm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;porridgeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;i like vietnamese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;stuff that doesn't taste good in my mouth. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Place to Eat?&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite dressing?&lt;br /&gt;ranch. italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;in the near future. my baby corolla. for now. my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;br /&gt;in my closet: maybe. my ruffly grey tank from target. and my nude peeptoe heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;stockholm. london. tokyo yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?&lt;br /&gt;just fill the whole thing up for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you want to retire?&lt;br /&gt;here. what's the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;morning time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;fountain valley hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;la quinta boy's tennis. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think will not tag you back?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i should be doing this on facebook huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;br /&gt;some. imaginary person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?&lt;br /&gt;no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bird watcher?&lt;br /&gt;birds are too boring for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;more likely a morning person. i have more energy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;we are buying lunchables tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;and i quote. "when i grow up, i want to be a hamburger." classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;stealing drake's m&amp;amp;ms. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;br /&gt;i am a no animal kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;no. i don't think i will be for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;many. too many. HAH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?&lt;br /&gt;mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Flower?&lt;br /&gt;daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;mint chocolate chip. or the birthdaycake one from baskin robbins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;in n out. or carl's jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;haven't taken it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email?&lt;br /&gt;i heart daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit ?&lt;br /&gt;topshop. oh my freaking gosh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately?&lt;br /&gt;actually, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;br /&gt;being a student, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;little trees that i can eat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;br /&gt;texas. i love family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;VITAS LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; purple. turquoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;48. What time did you finish this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;858PM. yes, everyone's thinking JESSICA IT'S PAST YOUR BEDTIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-1941145635192895781?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1941145635192895781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1941145635192895781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1941145635192895781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1941145635192895781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/madhatters-tea-partay.html' title='the madhatter&apos;s tea partay.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4829626484717090762</id><published>2009-08-16T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:44:11.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que te pasa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today's expenses: blue opaqueish tights: 99cents. white comfy tank: 99cents. plain red teeshirt: 99cents. best of season 4 of friends: 99cents. four pack of vanilla pudding cause i had a craving: 99cents. nine pairs of socks: 3.00dollars. white sunglasses with blue tip on top or something: 99cents. one book: 99cents. total: around 10.00dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo, STILL listening to vitas lu. i lovelovelove the song que te pasa. i was blasting it in my dad's car when we went driving around cause we finally found the cable to connect my itouch to the aux thing on the car. yesterday we blasted rainism out the window in my neighborhood. good stuff. my dad realllllllly likes nobody by the wonder girls. its the only song he will tolerate. ever. and ARGHHHH, the right side of my headphones are completely broken. stupid apple headphones. i need new headphones. THATS WHAT I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY. hahaha, a really nice pair of headphones. maybe even the ones that cover your ears. in turquoise. LMAO, or just some headphones. gahh. it drives me nuts when my ears are . uneven in sound! today, i watched CORALINE. it was the scariest thing ever. okay not REALLY, but to be honest. i was pretttty scared. after i blog, i'll do annotations. feeling rather productive after listening to vitas lu. hahaha, mmmm. i've been rummaging through my closet. you know, deciding what to wear for first day of school and what not. and for kathy's partayyyy. today i also online shopped to the max. not exactly shopped. more like drooled all over my computer because i'm dying to buy stuff online. the only thing killing me at this point is seriously, SHOPPING COSTS. it's a bit more expensive because all the crap i want is overseas. UK and asia. and stuff. so i'm saving up lots of money. good thing i found that sixty bucks in my closet. (: i love love love. TOPSHOP. best store ever. and zipias is okay, for the asian clothes. except OH WAIT, they make you buy a minimum of THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS WORTH OF CLOTHES. *dies* like my mom would let me do that. but as i surf through all these fashion websites and blogs. with nice clothes. i'm thinking, these kids are my age. WHERE DO THEY FIND THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THIS STUFF. oh wait, they live like next door to topshop and kitsons. T-T *sigh* it's okay, jessica. just save up your money. and splurge. later. AT TARGET?! gahhhhh, lmao. i'm still in love love love with the dress i found on luphia. so i've been entering myself into all these contests. HEY, if i win, ALL THE BETTER. i'm hoping i win the ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS AMERICANE EXPRESS CARD. hahaha, it doesn't hurt to enter! (: i hope i win the luphia contest. i got my eye on that eiffel tower necklace. *-* i'm working today on annotations then tomorrow break to catch up on meteor shower. and then tuesday work. work. work. JUST REMEMBERED. happy camp with meteor shower aired. eeeeeeeeeeeepers! (: AND WHY IS YOUTUBE BEING RETARDED?! it only shows some of my subscriptions. THIS IS A FAILURE. OMGGGG. D: okay i half fixed my headphones. ermmm, yeah! what elsers. i haven't blogged a lot lately. sorry buggers. it seems i cannot fix the youtube issue. which is a BIG BIG BIG HUMONGOUS TROUBLE FOR ME. DARNIT. because i subscribe to so many things. it's ridiculous. WHY DOESN'T YOUTUBE FIX THIS. FAILURES! D: this is angering me greatly. freaking A. A. A. anyways, *breathes* listening to the CNblue previews. i think i talked about it before. but relistening to it is great too. not that bad. i wouldn't even count it as ENGRISH. cause they're english is pretty good. ANYWHOOOOO. i am dying to go shopping. but dad won't take me because he's no expert and he won't go without mom cause he's scared i'll buy something retarded! what is thissssssss. AH it's okay. :D okay i give up on annotations today. i worked a lot. i'll do more tuesday. uhm, what am i dying to buy. i want a leather jacket. maybe in black. but probably not. brown? maybe dark grey. and i want one of those band jackets. from h&amp;amp;m. i saw on this girl's blog. i think it probably cost like 80 bucks though. okay maybe not that much. but i love the one i saw in teenvogue on blake lively. now THAT was a nice band jacket. uhm, also i saw this mesh dress on topshop. that i like like like. and urban outfitters has this really nice studded skirt. i like. i like. (: gahhhh, no one on aim i really want to talk to. booooo. so, i really like the sunglasses i got at the NINETY NINE CENT STORE. THAT'S RIGHT. but no one needs to know that. except wait, everyone knows that now. but that's okay. i think they're awesomeeeeee-o. *what an old six grade term. :D* i am freaking dying for my mom to come home. we're gonna go spreeeeee at the swap meet. i need some new old school rings. oxymoron. not really. now i am listening to say you love me again by hit-5. whoa jessica, mainland china? eeeeeeeeeeesh, surprisesurprise. i am getting into the diverse and all that is diverse. "mr.kate" has the most gorgeous rings. but SO EXPENSIVE. seventy bucks. go DIE. just kidding. (: oh and i'm drooling over this one shoulder black dress on fledflare. *drools* seriously, i need to get a job if i'm going to buy expensive crap like that. ARGHARGHARGH! i saw very nice heels in the window of some old store. except, wait jessica doesn't do heels. maybe it's TIME TO CHANGE THAT. yeah right, i'm so tennis shoes. but i'm still tempted to buy the pair and just leave them in my room. and occasionally stare at them and be happy i have them. and then occasionally wear them out for special occasions. i wish i was one of those girls who could wear heels effortlessly. everything would be much easier. :D oh yeah, so the ninety nine cent red teeshirt i got. intended to get a white one. but ended up getting a red one. so a long time ago. i was dying to get one of those crownj/seoinyoung "A!" teeshirts. decided, i might as well use my iron ons and make one to wear. i'm contemplating between getting it as a J! or go for the A! that i've been hoping for. i think people would ask who A! was. and then i'd have to explain about my obsession with we got married. then again... anyways, yeah. but i have to find the font that the A! teeshirts are done in if i'm going to make a cheap copy of it. :DDD i think they don't even sell anymore. those teeshirts probably sold limited time last year. and if they still do the shipping is probably crazy from a one person owner shop of some tiny store in korea. *tears* i found this old black denim skirt that i bought a long time ago. and probably wore once. because i wasn't ever a skirt girl. still trying to find someway to piece it together with the white tank. or maybe something else. I'M GOING TO TRY NEW THINGS THIS YEAR. and work super hard. heckyeahs! i can't believe we're graduating in like two years. or a year in a half or whatever. it's freaky. scary. nervewracking. exciting. all those things rolled into one little ball of nerves and excitement and what not. feels like i'm going to explode before i get to the finish line. oh yeah, saw this lace vest. on luphia. GORGEOUS. ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. lace vest. i need it. LMAO, i would love to have it. *drools some more* staring at all these clothes makes me want to win the lottery. OR THAT 1000 AMERICAN EXPRESS GIFT CARD. *explosion of craziness* blogging about all my new obsessions with clothing brands and my dire want for these things is surprisingly fun fun fun. for me. probably not for you. i'm just having fun writing it all down rather than having it in my brain all like : "OMFG I WANT THAT SO BAD. HOLY MOTHER OF MY COMPUTER'S DAUGHTER. *DROOLS*" :D yeah, something like that. oh yeah. today JEANNIE'S DAD. WORE THE MOST COOLEST FEDORA EVER. i love it. i wanted to whip it off his almost bald head and wear it myself! but yeah, it was THAT cool. dire need to go to flea market and get one. IS THERE A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FLEA MARKET AND SWAP MEET. omg. i need to find out! :o i've been slackingly using those words freely between each other. SHAME ON YOU JESSICA!  you know, i still don't know what i think about peeptoe boots. okay i do. i think they're beyond weird. it's just. weird. having all this shoe material around your legs. and then right where your toe is. a little. slot thing. i mean for flats. or heels it looks okay cause your legs are exposed. but for boots. it's so. just randomly. cut out. i think i would never wear it. i think i would try it on and laugh at myself stupidly for trying it on. and then give it back to the saleslady and whisper in her ear, i think they're more your style. ;D hahaha! HA! FLEA MARKET=SWAP MEET. except the swap meet at golden west. does not have that much of a wide selection on vintage goods. *sigh* i will try my best! roarroarroar. half of my mind says give up on my subscriptions for youtube, I THINK I'LL DIE. GOSH, YOUTUBE FIX THE STUPID GLITCH. PISSING ME OFF. WHY ME. WHY ME. D: i think i fell in love with the knit vest i saw at tj maxx. i saw it a long time ago. but i just remembered it. hmmmm, tj maxx trip soon? ;D oh and today i saw this girl wearing these AWESOME boat ish shoes. like those crew boy shoes where it has shoe lace on the side. it was pretty awesome. the navy blue color was PERFECTION. i can't wait to get a new camera. i mean a new vintage camera. from a cereal box as douglas says. i think i'll finally find the courage to go up to people and ask for their pictures. MAYBEEEE. i wish i had it now! instead of having to memorize the shoes i saw or the dress i happened to pass by. you know what i'm saying saying? no you don't! D: i suddenly want to go to a masquerade ball. i'm semi sad that no dressing up for kathy's party. but then again, i like comfort around this time of year. i think christmas party will be SUPER DRESS UP. hahaha. jaaaaykayyy. MAYBE. i just suddenly had this weird epiphany. and i just feel like dressing up all the time. up the confidence level you guys. it's our junior year! go go go. i want a new bag. probably a woven bag. or maybe one of those tiny bags. that have the super long strap. i want one that's not uhm, what's the word. billowy? i want a hardcase one probably. like the one i saw on the topshop blog. that one was nice. maybe in blue. if i just happened to have a large pile of cash hiding somewhere. PFT. sometimes i wonder how awkward it is for fashion bloggers to take pictures in public. like fashion models. o_o and at first i was like WTF HOW DID THEY TAKE THAT THEMSELVES?! and then i realized. oh duh, someone else is. but how awkward is THAT. i mean, that's TOTALLY awkward. at least, that's how i see it. o_o anywhoooo. *whistles* the meteor shower theme song sung by the "h4" is to DIE FOR. i love it love it love it. it's just so. catchy. and cute. like uber cheesy cute in the chinese song cookie cut cute style. and wei chen. *dies* and their voices. *dies* and HAHA, ONE GUY'S AMERICAN NAME IS...HAM! that's so legit. RESPECTTT man! hahaha, ham. ham. hahaha. i think kelly's joke was like. hey. i'd like you to meat. ham. or something. IDKKK. i can't remember. but ham is sucha legit name. PFFFFFFFT. (: ahh, i need to get more exercise time in. gotta get a smaller waist. BLAHH, and more milk and vitamins. gotta get taller. ahhhh, HUZZAH JESSICA. YOU CAN DO IT. booobooobooo! (: self motivation is freaking HILARIOUS. (: right, gotta throw in a pair of neon bike shorts on my list of crap to buy. *sigh* ^-^ i've been blogging for awhile. barely feels like five minutes. times flies when you're having FUNFUNFUN. (: f is for FRIENDS! :D you know, the reason i want a film camera. only because people keep bugging me like JESSICA DIGITAL IS BETTER, is because i kinda like the feeling of. NOT knowing what kind of picture you just took. like not having the control to erase and delete. is somewhat refreshin you know what i mean? which means i continue my search for a very awesome but seemingly cheap vintage film camera. huzzah.i think i'm about done for the night. probably going to go upstairs and watch some teevee with dad and lizi. hoooooray, see you hooligans tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anything, don't forget the underwear: jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-4829626484717090762?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4829626484717090762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4829626484717090762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4829626484717090762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4829626484717090762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-te-pasa.html' title='que te pasa?'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-3223932669694070439</id><published>2009-08-15T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:35:55.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 ways of living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;right so the title of this blog is vitas lu's 08 album. which is probably the best chinese album i've ever heard. kicking davidchoi aside, this guy is my new musical soulmate. ;D his music. is like. i will listen to it. and just be happy. nothing could ruin my mood. OH WAIT MAYBE. METEOR SHOWER LINKS BEING TAKEN OFF. fail, i have to wait for the episodes to be subbed again, i'm going to go crazy. T-T today, went to keyclub park clean up. which equals walking all around mile square park talking and picking up trash when we see it. and buying ice cream. and mentoring my little tony on not dating cougars. :D that was fun. except i'm semi tired. sore. whatever. i had fun! (: last night i had a heart to heart wiht my favoritest senior kevintran. i love him to bits. we had a good conversation about potatos. and him making me perverted. cause he was like. "she gets me." and i was like "what. aroused?!" cause i thought he was gonna say something else. but he meant she understands me. so i was being a pervert. aroused is a funny word. (: listening to vitas lu makes me want to blog a lot. his funny bowl cut and nerdy clothes just make me laugh. and vitas is the most awesome name ever! :D and right now i'm having a heart to heart with KELLLLLY, gosh i miss her to bits! D: ermmmm, what elseessss. lala. i talked to you a few days go. i can't believe i'm starting to miss you. vietnam is far away. i can't wait for you to come back home. geeebus, cheesy. gross. cheese is for nachos! hahaha, this morning i had french toast sticks from carlsjk. i like those., they're yummmmmmmmy! i'm kinda annoyed with people who talk like they're in key club and and they talk big. but when it comes down to the dirty work, they don't do sh*t. and it makes me angry. all they do is join keyclub to go to the socials, and meet guys. when really, keyclub is about community service. but they're too prissy and girly to go pick up trash. it makes me angry. you don't have the right to say you're in keyclub when you don't do work. ANYWAYS, on happier note. talked to ryan yesteday. i'm glad dramafevers going good for him. he's going back to newyork next week. *tears* i was like YES RYAN, when i watched BOF i used dramafever! and he's like YOU BETTER. BIZNITCH! :DDDD oh yeah, i was listening to this chinese guy who won the chinese version of american idol. and he can do this like falsetoo voice. like a dolphin. when i heard it in a song, i thought it was an organ or a synthesizer. it was so HIGH PITCHED. i was like WTF?! but the song is so good. and even though the voice freaked me out. he has a nice normal singing voice. which i like. so i can't stop listening. it's good stuff. hahahhaha. oh yeah me and my sister watching bof is super funny. we make funny comments. especially when i pause it. and the guys face is like retarded. hahaha, it's hilarious. every monday tuesday wednesday lately has been dedicated to watch queen seon deok for me my sister and even... MY DAD! it's really good! and i can't wait for my loverrrrrrrrrr, yoo seung ho to appear. even though i do NOT dig the long hair look back then. he's still adorable. and he's turning 16 in two days. i love 93'ers. :D oh yeah yesterday at choir. i totally educated theresa on high school stuff. it's funny cause two years ago. huong was doing the same for me. i remember it. "DO NOT GET MS. ZINNER JESSICA!!!!" i said the same to theresa. man, how time flies. D: we're freaking graduating next year. omg, class of 2010 are graduating. probably my favorite class. after last years? maybe. same level. i'm going to miss kevin and fred. and jessica. and denise. and steph. and all those people. who i loveeeeeeeeeeee. T-T this is so sad. mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, ANYWAYS. i'm beat. gonna concentrate on talking to kelly. and singing along to vitas lu's lovelyyyyyyyyyyyyyy songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said. que pasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-3223932669694070439?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/3223932669694070439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=3223932669694070439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3223932669694070439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/3223932669694070439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-ways-of-living.html' title='100 ways of living.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4999979697825287630</id><published>2009-08-14T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:04:11.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right. so. yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ten apologies to ten different people: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. i'm sorry i let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. i'm sorry that i don't always have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3. i'm sorry i'm so scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 4. i'm sorry i don't have the will to fight for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 5. i'm sorry i don't always understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 6. i'm sorry for letting this escalate to this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 7. i'm sorry you're always worrying about me getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 8. i'm sorry for not being there for you all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 9. i'm sorry that i burden you guys sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 10. i'm sorry that i can't always change for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Nine confessions to nine different people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. i'm unbelievably worried about you right now and i seriously just want to give you a hug. i'm praying for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. i really. really. miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3. i'm scared you'll let me go because you're not in high school anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 4. i'm jealous of the attention you get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 5. i hate when you compare me to others. it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 6. sometimes, i really do just want to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 7. you're disgusting. stop hugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 8. i'm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 9. i believe in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Seven different people you miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. maria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. kelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3. kathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 4. kevin tran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 5. kevin nguyen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 6. michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 7. jeffie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Six different people you would do anything for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3. lany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 4. maria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 5. kelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 6. kathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Five things you hope to accomplish before you die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3. get married. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 4. have a very adorable family. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 5. go to korea with maria! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Four words to describe your life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. not boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3. careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 4. but. not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Three things you want to hold on to forever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. my faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. my hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3. the people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Two most important things in your life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; One thing you know you want but will never have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. probably you.&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/4698467987872540135-4999979697825287630?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4999979697825287630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4999979697825287630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4999979697825287630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4999979697825287630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-so-yeah.html' title='right. so. yeah.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4257356638173794638</id><published>2009-08-13T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:59:17.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just for today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;let me sing a song for you, the whole world is listening with you. this is love, you will understand. you're the only one, irreplaceable. let me sing a song for you. close your eyes, give your heart to me. right now, i want you to listen to the sound of happiness. chords of happiness. my hands are trembling because of you. one more second of your smile i'd give anything for. the spinning music box is recording every single note. your emotions helped me write a song. give me your hand, lean on my shoulder. i'll block all the wind and rain. let the stars in the sky accompany you. let me sing a song for you, the world is listening with you. this is love, you will understand. you're the only one, irreplaceable. let me sing a song for you, close your eyes, give your heart to me. because just for today. in this very moment, i want you to listen to the sound of happiness. it's what you've given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-4257356638173794638?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4257356638173794638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4257356638173794638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4257356638173794638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4257356638173794638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-today.html' title='just for today.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5875192036751767234</id><published>2009-08-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:13:06.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIBOYFRIEND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sookyeong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/1242387436_1.jpg?w=468&amp;amp;h=702"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 467px;" src="http://sookyeong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/1242387436_1.jpg?w=468&amp;amp;h=702" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh. my. dear. excuse me, *raging nosebleed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's just one of those days. :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-5875192036751767234?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5875192036751767234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5875192036751767234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5875192036751767234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5875192036751767234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiboyfriend.html' title='HIBOYFRIEND!'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-1629810754809756231</id><published>2009-08-10T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:39:36.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10REVELATIONS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. OH MY DEAR, i officially have panda eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. the gate on the side of my house is a DEATH TRAP! :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. i misjudged japanese boys! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. the mailman is intentionally ripping a page on my magazine everytime he delivers my mail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. i am drawn to watching scary things even though i am scared pooless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. man, seriuosly, i know a LOT LOT LOT of kevins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7. davidpham and i both agree that snsd's tell me your wish music video feels slightly cheap, and strippery. :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8. i have very ocd routines, yes that's routineS, plural. and very. ocd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9. oh ew, but i like soggy cornflakes. they're still crunchy but they melt in your mouth! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10. is there a difference between revelations and epiphanies? because hm, I DON'T KNOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-1629810754809756231?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/1629810754809756231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=1629810754809756231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1629810754809756231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/1629810754809756231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/10revelations.html' title='10REVELATIONS.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-7175474545622442461</id><published>2009-08-06T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:45:05.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning in the summer. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so today. i cleaned out my closet. spring cleaning in the summer i suppose. (: reorganized all my clothes. cleaned out my bookcase. reorganized the books. my gosh, i feel proud. (: i realized we used A LOT A LOT of paper for apeuro. i flung it into the trashcan. and it was like *THUD* o_o and then i found my red puma shoe box. i thought i should throw it away. OH WAIT, I SHOULD CHECK INSIDE. guess what, good thing i did. cause i found sixty five dollars i stashed in there. i guess i hid it so i wouldn't use it. except i forgot about it. or i hid it extremely well. or something like that. but hey I THOUGHT I WAS BROKE! but i have sixty five, OH WAIT. one more dollar. sixty six dollars in my cow bank. yay. oh yeah and i've been looking for my FTISLAND tshirt that kelly gave me, that i love. found it after like a month! yayyyyy. i didn't lose it kelly! i didn't! i washed it. so i'm gonna wear it around the house tomorrow. i love ftisland. (: and then found my journal in my bookcase right when i was freaking out that my mom found it or something. my last entry was in MAY. wowwww. i wrote in it for the first time in months. it felt good, oh yeah i deleted my tumblr. cause i just wasn't feeling it. i think i like my journal better anyways. it felt goooooood. writing in it again. i skimmed through my old entries. even for me, it was embarassing reading it., my gosh i'm such an embarassing and lame person. but i still want to fill up lots of journals. and have a bookcase of them. wouldn't that be fun. to go back one day when i'm eighty years old and read what i wrote. my last entry in may said "victor is a mean person! -_-" i still remember why i wrote that. ^-^ hahahaha. and what else did i find? i found my old green earrings. that i like. haha, i found a lot of old clothes that i never wore. i seriously have a lot of clothes. especially free tshirts from camp and keyclub stuff. i have A LOT of those. mannnnn. hahaha. so i haven't blogged in awhile. except for that last really quick one. i haven't been online either, as some of you have noticed. AHEM DOUG. lmaooooo, he imed me when i logged on for more than five minutes and was like WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! sorrrrrrrrrrry. i've been hiding. ;D i just haven't felt like talking to people. i've been holed up in my room. CLEANING. i'm getting faster on the annotations. YAYAYAY! (: oh yeah, been watching yukan club. the first japanese drama i like man. AND THE GUY IS CUTE. what is this A CUTE JAPANESE GUY?! THAT JESSICA ACKNOWLEDGES. the world has come to an ENDDDDDDDDDD. but yeah, the show is so funny. it makes me laugh. like crazy status. hahahaha. and yesterday i finally got around to watching HELLOSCHOOLGIRL. with kangin. it was SO EFFING CUTEEEEEEEEE. even though it was semi lolita status 18 year old girl. 30 year old guy who looks young and is innocent. and then kangin and his noona. but it was sososo cute i loved it. and the camera the noona girl had. I LOVE IT. i want it SO BAD. so bad. so bad. i've been shopping around for an oldschool film camera. and also a handcamera for videotaping. cause i wanna bring it to school. and document ltc moments you know? we only have so much time together before we graduate next year or whatever. SO I HAVE TO GET LOTS OF STUFF. FOR MEMORIES! I MUST. huzzah! (: what else have i done in my hiatus. mmmmm, it's just super hot. i feel super worn out lately. with keyclub and choir and church and stressing about annotations. but this week i had nothing, so i'm glad i got a week to recuperate. i seriuosly have no idea what day of the week it is. everything is just kinda meshing into one. oh yeah, and i was listening to taylor swift. the song fifteen. I'M FIFTEEN. and omg, the song. it's like. so funny how it relates. kinda weird. but yeah. "'cause when you're fifteen, and someone tells you they love you, you believe them." geez how many kids our age are like that. PRACTICALLY ALL OF THEM! -_- but yeahhhh., taylor swift, has good music. except i don't like her barrel curls. and also her face scares me a little. imagine waking up to THAT. geebus! :O oh yeah, i tried watching partner. the kdrama. i thought i wouldn't like it cause it looked super serious and it's about lawyers. but i really like it, IT WAS HILARIOUS. seriuosly, i didn't realize how much i missed the guy from my girl. which btw is also effing hilarious. but yeah i found it very funny. but also it intrigued me with the whole law side and criminal side. so that's like everything i like rolled up into one ball! yay! and i hears there's gonna be a high kick season 2! high kick season 1 was so goood. and i think season two. i have conflicting sides. i mean it looks semi promising with AJ and that other cute guy. but personally, i don't think it'll be as good as season 1 which was so original and good. so idk, but in the end, i know i'll have to watch it. high kick reminds me of kimbum. which reminds me of his new drama DREAM., which i HONESTLY tried watching., but so far. i just can't get hooked. even with the whole son dam bi AND kim bum in it. idkkk, maybe the next few episode previews will catch my eye. OH YEAH, WE GOT MARRIED. IS BACK. WITH THE MAKEBELIEVE COUPLES. i'm excited! the uee and park jaejoong episode aired. so I'M WAITING FOR SUBS., omfgomfgomfg. i'm so excited. (: i hope i hope i hope it's gooooood PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE. :D okay. so mainlaid (china) version of boys over flowers is coming out. I AM EXCITED. even though it's CHINA. and not taiwan. still. the preview was WAYWAYWAY better than the taiwan version. so EXCITEDFACE. plus. the guys are damn cute. AND I DON'T MEAN JUST ONE GUY. like in boys over flowers. UGH. i mean all of them! even though there's that one guy that me and maria dubbed cute guy but if you really stare at him he might be a creeper but he's still cute guy. (: OH BUT EW. the two people who are supposed to play the so eul couple from bof. they changed it to a older woman young guy thing. WTF. I HATE THAT. noona. *shudders right kelly!?* noona is no good! i find it so weird like COUGAR STATUS. :O roarroar. this one website has a nineminute preview. and it says FIFTY MINUTE PREVIEW? WTF. WHAT KIND OF PREVIEW IS FIFTY MINUTES. THAT'S LIKE A WHOLE EPISODE STUPID. i hate how all the new shows that i want to watch are coming out IN SEPTEMBER. WHEN I HAVE SCHOOL. damn you freaking asjdfoasd producers! D: OMG. that preview was the cutest thing i've ever seen even though i'm semi exaggerating with the whole ever seen part. one thing i hate sometimes, is that the cutest guy is always NOT THE MAIN GUY. USUALLY. WTF IS THAT. WHAT THE BARNACLE!? WTF. THE PREVIEW REALLY IS FIFTY MINUTES. WOWWWWW. WOWWWW. i am not watching all that. THAT IS LIKE. AN HOUR OF MY LIFE. ON A PREVIEW. FAIL! :O oh wait. it's airing aug8. NICE. NICE. IT BETTER. THEY BETTER SUB IT. YOU ASDFASDF. just kidding. ^-^ tell me your wish is playing on my itunes. it's sucha catchy song. that leg kick dance thing makes me laugh so hardddddddddddddd. (: cause it's so funnnny looking. like they're kicking imaginary midgets or something. dot dot dot. *_* i watched a lot of movies in the past few weeks. : red eye, flight 93, race to witch mountain,  confessions of a shopaholic. etccc. which btw. I WILLL NEVER GET ON A PLANE AGAIN AFTER FLIGHT 93 AND RED EYE. OMFGGGG. T-T race to witch mountain was better than i thought. IT WAS SCARY. FOR ME. SO SCARY. T-T confessions of a shopaholic was HILARIOUS. i could not stop laughing. oh yeah yesterday we watched wipeout on teevee, haha sad people on there. and then MAJIDEEEEEEEEE. which is "i survived a japanese game show." japanese people are so enthusiastic. ^-^ oh yeah did i talk about more to love yet? that's like the not skinny version of bachelor. it's sad.T-T tears for them! D: the new soompi forums look is kinda hard to navigate. ROAR. but i will figure it out! :D HUZZAH. (: i can't wait for my birthday! don't worry, this year i'll make it easy and have a birthday wish list. SO YOU CAN BUY ME SOMETHING I WANT. just kidding. whatever i get i loveeeeeeeee. (: me hears. "it started with a kiss" is coming to korea. but the pds are group 8 who did boys over flowers. so IDKKKK, cause boys over flowers. was good. but wasn't YOU KNOW, what we all expected. which was more. so idk hopefully they will not butcher itazura no kiss. but hey if they want to bring back kim so eun and kim bum as a couple. I'M ALL FOR IT. ^-^ OH YEAH I SIGNED UP FOR DRIVING CLASSES! hopefully i'll get my permit and then my license. cause guess what. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY PARENTS BOUGHT ME A CARRRRRRRRRRRRR. &lt;/span&gt;it's beautiful! *tears* i'm so happy. THANK YOUUUUUUUUU PARENTS. (: it's my baby. i call it baby. AND MY SIS'TER'S NOSE PRINT IS ON THE WINDOW. i must wash it offffffffffff! D:  ARGH, so korea has me2day which is the korean version of twitter. which all the cool people have in korea. BUT NOT TRANSLATIONS. so i cannot read it. T-T damn my limited knowledge!i want to go shopping. but for now! i'll just online shop. and work on my birthday present list. yayyyyyyyyyy. i'll make sure it's all CHEAP. hahahhaha! cause i'm cheap and i know you guys are cheap. and we're all cheap. and yay! (: even though my birthday isn't until october. OCTOBER. yay. i'm excited. life is good. why? BECAUSE. that's why. and you should just keep thinking that tooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hot damn, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-7175474545622442461?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7175474545622442461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=7175474545622442461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7175474545622442461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7175474545622442461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/spring-cleaning-in-summer.html' title='spring cleaning in the summer. (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-8311648908271745007</id><published>2009-08-01T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:53:04.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rightnow, my head is spinning. and i feel a little sick. so right now. because it's all i can do. all i can say is i love you to pieces. i think i'll stop before i pass out. i love you maria. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, in my haste attempt at reading maria's blog. i skimmed over a MAJOR detail because i didn't wanna really deal with it. MOVING CLOSER? YOU LITTLE. WHY I OUGHTTTAAAAA. love you forever. :D BUT STILL. i seriuosly almost had a heart attack. and uh my head is still spinning. so i think i'll go lay down. and one more think, mjkk "porn" i love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-8311648908271745007?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/8311648908271745007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=8311648908271745007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8311648908271745007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/8311648908271745007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/08/maria.html' title='maria.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-7740015799163550993</id><published>2009-07-28T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:04:06.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the FRENCHTOAST?! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ycjnd8046co&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ycjnd8046co&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what the frenchtoast&lt;/span&gt; day. (: uhhhhm, it's tuesday. it's insanely hot. i just had dinner. insanely satisfied. i'm still on a search for the korean spoon. there's that spoon that korean people always use with the larger spoon end. so you can scoop up more yummy things. i want one. I NEED ONE. buy me one guys. (: so last night, i just kinda shut everyone off, sorry guys. i was invisible and spend the whole time watching 1N2D. which is pretty funny. gosh, i take back my statement of it being a family outing ripoff. (: okay now i'm invisible again, cause i don't really want to talk to people. i just wanna blog. and online shop. hehehe. i use this face too much."(:" today. i read a lot. and my mom and my sister and i watched oprah. which was cool. and then ellen. she's slightly on the hilarious side. (: and then we watched some mbc music break. saw taegoon, shinee, girl's generation, and suju in like ten minutes of flipping to the channel. which is amazing luck. (: my itouch is completely filled with music. i barely have any apps. only the ones i want to play at the moment. seriously, i have too much music. T-T i can't stop listening to t-ara's lies. it's so catchy. but that wanna play song. UHMMM, MAKE THE ENGRISH STOP. PLEASE. last night, watched a big bang parody of beethoven virus. IT WAS SO FUNNY. (: poor kevin, his hamster died. :( that sucksssssssss. good luck at your race thing. OMG, I ACCIDENTALLY LET WANNA PLAY PLAY. stop the engrish. WHAT IS THIS. T-T man, so that beethoven virus video cracked me up. i was silently laughing in my room. AND 1N2D made me laugh out loud. almost got caught. hahaha, i went from picture posting to video posting. i'll go back to pictures next week. alternating maybe. oh yeah, and i snuck downstairs to get some cereal to munch on and i dropped the box. and i was like. OMG. *FREEZE* it was so EXCITING. ahhaha, and last night, did my 100 situps. like i promised. whootwhoot, go jessica. (: blahblah, what else? did i already tell you guys to order american apparel jackets from keyclub? DO IT. ,they're cool. (: me and doug and neil are gonna match. whootwhoot. so kelly can't go on thursday to keyclub. *tears* idk if kevintran is still going. ehhhh, whatever! (: it's never lonely at keyclub! i just have to make sure not to be the first one there cause i don't wanna be around. that creepy...workerguy. T-T eeeeeep! ohmygoodness. i can't wait for friday/saturday. LOONEY, YOU BETTER PULL THROUGH WITH THE SIMS3. (: i'm going to be even more distracted from my east of eden. gahhhh. but kevintran told me he did it on the last day, WTF IS THAT. idkidkidk. *FREAKS OUT* (: okayokayokay, i'm okay! WILDBUNNYEPISODE2 IS OUT. just have to wait for subs. tomorrow? hopefully. yay. (: outsider is a REALLLLLLLY good rapper. usually i hate rap. but outsider. and and and MCMONG. (: great stuff. and epik high. yeah, that's about it. but yeah. mcmong is so funny in 1N2D. i just crack up everytime i watch that show. i miss family outing. i hope they have a good guess soon. and when is the comeback for we got married?! GEEBUS. today i was talking to michael. and we were like we need new motto shout things. and then i'm like. what? and he's like what the.... me: FRENCHTOAST! cause i was looking at a picture of frenchtoast. and so we were like WHAT THE FRENCHTOAST. (: okay...i'm sorry. i'm so lame. :D oh yeah there's this guy on allkpop called johnny PHLO. but i didn't know it was PHLO until recently. all this time i've been reading it as PHO. so i was like johhny PHO?! man, PHLO makes so much more sense. but johnny PHO is so much cooler. hahaha! oh yeah so dream aired right. and with2subs took up the subbing. so i can't wait to watch it. kimbummmm, i missed you. *heart* so off of mcmong's humanimal album, luv dna is a REALLY good track. i can't stop listening to it. it's so smooth. navi has a really nice voice, forrealios. (: oh yeah, i found this great site for dling korean music. not that any of you care.T-T but yeah, it made me really happy! except, I'M RUNNING OUT OF ROOM IN MY ITOUCH. or i'm already out of room. i have to delete stuff now. hahaha, i already deleted a whole artist thing. not that i cared. i only had it in there cause i thought i liked them but i didn't really. so WHATEVERRRRRS. :D cold heart eh? hahaha, :D oh yeah the track indianboy. as catchy as it is. at first, to be honest., i thought it was TOO LOUD. but now i'm just like whoa. (: plus the little kid rapper B.I. IS SO GOOD. i'd say adorable.except he's not THAT little. he's fourteen. gosh, he looks like seriously, five years old. sorry kiddo. (: but he's a good rapper. trained specially by mcmong. so that's pretty cool beans man. FRIJOLES BUENOS. :D ms. franco taught me that! I MISS YOU MS. FRANCO. D: *tears* oh yeah, so remember the bracket that fell out so the wire is sticking out. so i have a cut in my mouth. AND IT HURTS. T-T i'm so saddddd. oh yeah so i hit my 1900th tweet like a yesterday or SOMETHING. idk, but almost to 2000! hahahahah! yay me. and so on that note. farewelllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the frenchtoast, jdn frenchtoast! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-7740015799163550993?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/7740015799163550993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=7740015799163550993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7740015799163550993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/7740015799163550993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-frenchtoast.html' title='what the FRENCHTOAST?! (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-9222512658591510351</id><published>2009-07-27T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:54:56.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAESTRO! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lb6s-vVoWdI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lb6s-vVoWdI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fly to the sky day&lt;/span&gt;! to people in sanfran. cause they have an official FLY TO THE SKY day! wtf is that! i want an official fly to the sky day. T-T i like fly to the sky. especially brian jooooooo, he's so funnny. (: i remember me and kelly talking about him. and we were like. he's kinda old. right? BUT HE'S SO FUNNNNNY. (: and first time i saw hwanhee on we got married. i was like. dude. that guy has WEIRD hairrrrrr. :D hahaha, today is MONDAY. happy monday everyone. today i slept at 100AM. ishhhh? i was talking to a lot of people. but the funny thing was at one point i was talking to THREE kevins. that was so coooool. 8D i was talking to kevingnuyen kevindo and kevintran. and kelly. and lany. and petterluu. it was funnnnn. i fell asleep BEFORE KELLY. CAUSE SHE TRICKED ME. wtf is this! D: uhhhh, today i went to the mall and we went to old navy cause it was ADDITIONAL FIFTY PERCENT OFFFFF. i got maria a birthday present. HEY I AM NOT CHEAP. D: it's a good present i think. ^-^ yay me. and i got a yellow tank thing. and i saw this CUTE GUY. and he was i think a new worker. yes, i exchanged a few sultry looks with him. HAHAHA, YEAH RIGHT. :D lmaooooo. and then we went to target. and got an icee. like we always do. and came home. i was reading this book. that's the next book in the sisterhood sorta. start of a new series thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3willows: the sisterhood grows.&lt;/span&gt; which is really good. but then i fell asleep. and i fell off the couch at one point. and my mom and sister were getting some che out when i semi woke up. and then i was like mom i want some che tooo. and my sister said DON'T GIVE IT TO HER. SHE'S ASLEEEP. SHE'S SLEEP TALKING. and i was like. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt; GIVE ME THE CHE! :O ROARRRRR. oh yeah, and dear kevindo, I AM NOT A DORKKKKK. T-T dangnabit. and now i just dled. outsiders' new album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maestro.&lt;/span&gt;which is amazing. he's such a fast rapper. and i also got HUMANIMAL from mcmong FINALLY. indian boy! (: anyways, my favorite song from maestro is i think loner, or or or. clown's tears. which has the orchetra piano shtuff integrated in it. (: and from humanimal. it's little sunshine. SO CUTE. (: i love lifeeee. it is good to me. oh yeah when i woke up from my nap. lany made me call her. and i was all braindead. SO SORRY LANY, cause i didn't really help except when we took five thousand facebook quizzes. basically, i am TOAD from mario. and i am EXPECTO PATRONUM which is my harry potter fight spell. (: and i am a magnetron thingggeee. from pokemon. WTF IS THAT. and then marriagebot. said i would marry thang. WTF IS THAT. o_O and it is FREAKING hot. (: but that's life. lalala, i can't wait to watch dream. kim bum, my love. i missed you. (: notice my far too laziness to get pictures. and plusplusplus. my parents are on their way home. so gotta blog fast. keyclub on thursday everyone. go for it! (: and for the lack of pictures, here is the most hilarious video ever. my sister is rewatching it over and over. we like the BABO part the best. (: and eunhyuk's BALSIFAEDOFASJD. moment. is hilarious. (: you gotta love it man. so so so, on that note. *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so much a fool, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-9222512658591510351?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/9222512658591510351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=9222512658591510351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/9222512658591510351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/9222512658591510351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/07/maestro.html' title='MAESTRO! (:'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5594017939548660508</id><published>2009-07-25T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:07:57.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just dropping by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;honestlyyyyy, i can't quite recall what happened yesterday. choir? i slept a bit. kinda feeling sick. i wish i was at beach boomba right now. D: tears forever. suddenly don't feel like blogging anymore. party tomorrow. yay. volleyball kids GOODLUCK.(: i know you guys will own it. SBSBSB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just so you know i'm alive, jdn.&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/4698467987872540135-5594017939548660508?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/5594017939548660508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=5594017939548660508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5594017939548660508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/5594017939548660508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-dropping-by.html' title='just dropping by.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-4223784943345097980</id><published>2009-07-24T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:39:28.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>329AM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hellokiddies. happy jessica stayed up til 329 last night day. (: maybe no pictures this blog cause i just feel like talking. ^-^ i had like five hours of sleep. which isn't that bad. i bet i have ugly butt panda eyes right now! *tears* so anyways, recap. yesterday, thursday was concert in the park/keyclub day! :D which was super fun. got there. i saw neil and samy from far away but i was like HMM, is that them? so i walk stealthily towards them. turns out it is them. dammit, we came early so of course we're stuck on parking duty. which btw, NEIL YOU FAIL AT IT. cause he kept letting cars in. ^-^ met kevindo, teresa, and bowee (i think that's how you spell it! ^-^) they were really nice. ohyeah, and creepy white worker guy was all talking about murdering people. which was CREEPY. parking lot duty was boringggg. then we went over to help little kids. which was funny. ,EXCEPT, i have freaking ropeburn. *tears forever* and this one kid kept challenging me and he was like I'M SPIDERMAN. YOU WANNA MESS WITH ME MISSY. and at one point i wanted to just YANK it so he would fall down lmaooooo. but i didn't. BECAUSE I'M A GOOD KID. and the kids had these foldable frisbees. and the creeper worker guy folded one up and put it in front my face and it hit me directly in the face. and he felt bad or something and then HE HUGGED ME. AND I WAS LIKE WTFWTFWTF. AND I RAN TO JOHNNY. AND I WAS LIKE WTFWTFWTF I'M TRAUMATIZED. D: and then i was like WTFWTFWTF. gahhhh, it was HORRIBLE. aksjdfoaismdfads. and then me and kevindo were helping the kids with tugowar and one kid sat on the rope. and his thingee kinda got owned when some others kids pulled the rope up. and it pretty much cracked me up. ^-^ clean up was. boring. OH YEAH jenny du was there! i missed you! and me and her played a mean trick on neil. T-T SORRRY NEIL! (: oh yeah and they all kept trying to convince me to go to beach boomba. DAMMIT WEDDING. i'll go next year. maybe! probably! cause i promised neil i'd go and help him find a pretty girl to marry or something. (: cleaning up was fun. the non creeper worker guy was like i'm so glad you guys are here to help. now i can get out early and get some pho ga. and i was like WHOAAA HE SAID PHO GA. (: and then my daddy picked me up, which reminds me kevin! don't make fun of me for calling my mommy mommy! D: and then went home had a churro they bought me from sam's club. had a burrito for dinner. NICE. (: went upstairs. was on facebook. it was like i don't even know. around 12ish me and kevindo start spamming on facebook LMAOOOO. (: and we talked about sleep and me and huong talked about spam. on henry's facebook. me and huong SERIUOSLY have an unhealthy obsession with facebook. and then around 245 ish me and kevindo were talking on aim. and basically he's in the marines. and he was talking to me about all this stuff. and at first i was like OMFGOMFGOMFG WHAT DO I SAYY. cause idk, nobody's really opened up to me quite like that before. and even though i know jimmy and he's in the navy or whatever, and i worry about him too, i never really thought about it like that. and so i'm talking to kevindo about this stuff. [dammit i know way to many kevins]. and i guess it just opened my eyes to a lot of stuff. and i hope you get some sleep! :O i'm proud of you. (: even though i only knew you for like 12 hours. LMAO. (: it's weird. keyclub is a good thing man. i never thought about it like this. but keyclub is a good thing. helping kids. helping other people. making the world a better place. i'm glad i'm back. and i think i'll try out for board this year. (: hmm, maybe vp yeah? (: but yeah, talked to kevin until like 330AM and i was like. OKAY, i really might need some sleep! and i was supposed to sleep in today. but guess what i didn't. cause i woke up at eight o clock to go run. and i was like wtfffff. AND HUONG, stop going on facebook. :D but seriuosly, facebook is so horribly addicting. its really useful at 3AM in the morning. OH YEAH, and 329AM is my new record for staying up. so i'm proud. i don't know what kind of proud that is! but yeah! (: soooo. i'lll talk to you later bloggggg. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making the world a better place, jdn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698467987872540135-4223784943345097980?l=jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/feeds/4223784943345097980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4698467987872540135&amp;postID=4223784943345097980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4223784943345097980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698467987872540135/posts/default/4223784943345097980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicadnguyen.blogspot.com/2009/07/329am.html' title='329AM.'/><author><name>jessicadnguyen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03326237988775340276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7bWtZ0uCwY/TbNMM7LouYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YYZmUjk4GxE/s220/IMG_1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698467987872540135.post-5181623134759005551</id><published>2009-07-22T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:29:05.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indian boy! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g213/alissa98cp/cover-221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g213/alissa98cp/cover-221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday tablo&lt;/span&gt;! (: and happy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; remixing the human soul release day&lt;/span&gt;! and happy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; humanimal&lt;/span&gt; release day! i'm so excited. weeeoh! i'm currently in the process of getting the albums. whootwhoot. so last night. watched like three fourths of watchmen. that movie is beyond retarded. i did not get it. it was really stupid. :D finished watching all of the brown sugar macchiato. again! (: ahhh, it makes me happy when they all couple up. ^-^ so CUTEEEEE. finished up atashinchi no danshi. which was SO FUNNY. sho is really cute. :D watched the first episode of season six of hell's kitchen! HELL'S FREAKING K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ITCHEN. it was SO good. there's this one guy who is so stupidstupidstupid! but i'm so happy robert's back. i hope he wins. (: and then this morning. I AM SO AMAZED AT TIME2SUB. they subbed 2PM's wild bunny in ONE DAY. it's amazingggg so i got to watch that this morning, which totally made my morning. it was SO FUNNNNNNY. (: wooyoung is the most innocent little boy ever. "jyphyung. you like my cute, chubby cheeks right? well...they're actually...filled with poison!" (: ahhhh, wooyoung, you're so adorable. *hugs* ahh freaking david keeps talking to me about east of eden, which i'm OBVIOUSLY slacking on. now it's making me all nervous cause i feel like i won't finish. GAH, fail life. D: HOLY MOLY. IT'S ALREADY JULY 22. i gotta start cracking. after i blog, I'M WORKING. gahgah. freaking. gah. okay and then i watched episode 2 of hell's kitchen. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT EPISODE. BECAUSE, some stupid guy had the nerve to ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.allkpop.com/images/uploads/2009_stories/200907200909421002_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.allkpop.com/images/uploads/2009_stories/200907200909421002_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;allenge chef ramsey to a fight! HAHA! HE'S GOING TO DIE! (: AH FREAKING VICTOR, stopped talking to me just ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;use i stopped playing cooking mama to blog?! I'M NOT A QUITTTTERRRR. grrr. i can't find anywhere to get humanimal. T-T tears forfreakingi ever. w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hat is this?! FAIL FAIL FAIL. D: but anyways, indian boy is super catchy. (: today is wednesday. gahhhhh summer time is depleting. I NEED TO WORK. dammmmit. fml! D: OH YEAH, yesterday i JAILBROKE my itouch. (: i'm so proud of myself. ^-^ and i even got the ipod 3.0 update for FREE rather than paying 9.95. dude, jailbreaking it was the best thing i ever did. thesims3. (: is so fun. ^-^ and i'm getting so good at worms. BUT FAIL AT COOKING MAMA, i keep burning the meat. tears. forever. the 3.0 update is pretty cool cause it has the update for youtube. and it has the cool search thing so i like it. and i got this cool app called tunewiki and when i listen to music it automatically has lyrics. and i can tune into kpop radiostations like allkpopradio and soompiradioclub. OMG, SOOMPIRADIOCLUB. back in the day. DEEJAY K I STILL LOVEEEE YOU. remember that guys? HE WAS NOT SOME 23425314 YEAR OLD MAN! D: you guys were so mean. but yeah, pretty cool app. ^-^ when i was jailbreaking it i was so nervous the whole time like the cops would bust down my door and take my itouch away in a nuclear waste container! T-T but anywaysssss. SOMEONE is being computer anal again. so i'm off to. 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