<?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-2148984163606934435</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:36:21.346-07:00</updated><category term='Depeche Mode'/><category term='LA CityZine'/><category term='canceled'/><category term='Gorillaz'/><category term='Biggie and Tupac'/><category term='Tina Fey'/><category term='RZA'/><category term='Hot Chip'/><category term='feather headbands'/><category term='SNL'/><category term='Alphatune'/><category term='EDC'/><category term='los anjealous'/><category term='Die Antwoord'/><category term='unorganized mess'/><category term='illustrator'/><category term='George Washington'/><category term='music video'/><category 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Club'/><category term='SATC2'/><category term='douche'/><category term='optical illusions'/><category term='Ric Stultz'/><category term='I Don&apos;t Mind Sharing'/><category term='tennis'/><category term='Ireland'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><title type='text'>depuis que j'étais enfant</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-7788422285819523379</id><published>2010-07-13T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:28:43.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HARD LA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N*E*R*D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.I.A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canceled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Die Antwoord'/><title type='text'>summer plans ruined.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/TD0RaZ_isNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BR9NRAs0QJ0/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-13+at+17.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/TD0RaZ_isNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BR9NRAs0QJ0/s400/Photo+on+2010-07-13+at+17.49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493566265813545170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just found out yesterday that my plans for this Saturday were ruined. I was really looking forward to have my last bit of fun before I flew out to Nicaragua on Monday, and now no more M.I.A, N*E*R*D, FlyLo, Sleigh Bells, The Gaslamp Killer, or Die Antwoord. I already had a feeling that they were going to cancel HARD LA after the mess that happened at EDC, but HARD LA shouldn't be taking heat for what happened at that rave when HARD's not even a rave. FML; and now, they're saying that they're going to make one giant festival on Aug. 7th when Soulwax and Crystal Castles are supposed to play, but they haven't even said if Saturday's original lineup is going to play. Ugh...thanks EDC for giving me an even bigger reason to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/TD0SqdUx-FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5xYMCZGFfUM/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-13+at+6.27.46+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/TD0SqdUx-FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5xYMCZGFfUM/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-13+at+6.27.46+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493567641097467986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-7788422285819523379?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7788422285819523379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=7788422285819523379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7788422285819523379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7788422285819523379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-plans-ruined.html' title='summer plans ruined.'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/TD0RaZ_isNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BR9NRAs0QJ0/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-07-13+at+17.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-2189566320235551940</id><published>2010-06-29T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:33:38.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally working at somewhere I like!</title><content type='html'>So last Wednesday I got an interview at Aldo, after 2 months that I gave my application to the store, and then right in the middle of the interview, I got the job. So ridiculously awesome, I'm so happy! I can't wait to start working now, and I even went on a little shopping haul at H&amp;amp;M, F21, and Urban for some work clothes, cos I guess the majority of my clothes aren't all business/fashion attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, the same day I got hired, I won tickets to HARD LA thanks to LA Weekly, and all I had to do was to be one of the first two people to correctly give the name of M.I.A's son. I should have known, but thanks to my fast internet and Google, I'll never forget Ikhyd's name. LOL. So now in a few weeks, two days before my trip to Nicaragua, I'll be seeing M.I.A, N.E.R.D, Flying Lotus for the second time, Rye Rye, GLK, and tons of other acts. SO EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tiktokla.com/images/MIA-LA-tease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 784px; " src="http://www.tiktokla.com/images/MIA-LA-tease.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.laweekly.com/"&gt;L.A Weekly&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-2189566320235551940?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2189566320235551940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=2189566320235551940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2189566320235551940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2189566320235551940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-working-at-somewhere-i-like.html' title='Finally working at somewhere I like!'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-8859365332742669120</id><published>2010-06-21T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:41:25.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laker Championship + Summer Solstice + Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Since my boys won the NBA championship this past Thursday, I have been in nothing but good spirits this entire weekend. Being the obsessive Laker fan that I am, I knew I was going to cry if the Lakers won or lost against those bloody Celtics, and I'm so glad I cried for something good, lol. And seeing Pau Gasol cry and Ron Artest flip out for his first championship win was even more heartwarming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_04492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_04492.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Celtics. Actually, nah, suck it. Revenge is sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_04562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_04562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Santa Monica to catch a glimpse of a few bands play along with Circa Survive and see Tony Hawk skate. Unfortunately, the Beach Ballyhoo was over capacity and we couldn't get it, so we had to admire Anthony Green and all his amazing-ness outside the venue and sit in the sand. And also, as I was walking back to my car, I ran into Tony Hawk and his family, which was pretty cool. His kids are the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0608.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0609.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0630b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0630b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0611.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get to have some retail therapy before the show at H&amp;amp;M and grab a cute dress, some shorts, and some glasses that were on sale. The dress I got is so comfortable I swear; although it's black, it feels very cool to wear, and works as a excellent summer dress. Plus, the pattern is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0645.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0648.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shorts were only $10! The bows on the pockets sold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 423px; height: 690px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0647.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the flowered sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 423px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk65/priscie_c/DSC_0646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to bed. Laker parade is today, so gotta get some z's in before I have to wake up early. I hope everyone had a great and fantastic papa's/father's/baby's daddy's day. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-8859365332742669120?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8859365332742669120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=8859365332742669120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8859365332742669120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8859365332742669120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/laker-championship-summer-solstice.html' title='Laker Championship + Summer Solstice + Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-1419436476381869586</id><published>2010-06-03T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:05:27.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livemocha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feather headbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty rooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unorganized mess'/><title type='text'>My room looks like I'm stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/okzha8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/okzha8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know why I even bother cleaning up my room some mornings, if it's going to be the same mess it was the day before. And why is it a mess? I have no clue; it's like my clothes just jump on my bed, like to fall in my closet, and all the nail polishes I organize by color in my closet end up on my computer desk...psh. Idk. I blame my headband I made last night. I've been too caught up on making it. HAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.tinypic.com/2n84du8.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2n84du8.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just signed up for livemocha tonight, and I'm starting off on my swedish lessons. WOO =) Hopefully by the end of the summer I'll at least know how to say three swedish sentences. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-1419436476381869586?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1419436476381869586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=1419436476381869586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1419436476381869586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1419436476381869586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-room-looks-like-im-stressed.html' title='My room looks like I&apos;m stressed'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/okzha8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-9191428356800104466</id><published>2010-06-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:05:17.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SATC2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SATC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie Bradshaw'/><title type='text'>Obssesed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://naturestelevision.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/sexandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://naturestelevision.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/sexandthecity.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this past weekend me and my lovely girlfriends went to go see SATC2. Despite the overwhelmingly bad reviews I kept on reading over the LA Times and other publications, I really enjoyed it and couldn't disagree more with those reviews. It was alright, and with the fashion that Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda were sporting, how can you hate? And with shoes like these that Carrie sported, don't even get me started.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.forever21.com/blog/images/image/RivetPastel.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 413px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, I'm actually getting up to speed with SATC and finally started watching the series (I never did before watching the first SATC movie). Now, you can't get me off the computer without at least watching two episodes a day, which isn't even that much, but still. The days I'm not doing much, it's like a SATC marathon in here. Just like it's gonna be right now...nite!&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/2148984163606934435-9191428356800104466?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/9191428356800104466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=9191428356800104466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/9191428356800104466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/9191428356800104466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/obssesed.html' title='Obssesed.'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-7363182203740012159</id><published>2010-05-03T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:05:02.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Mind Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider monkeys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minds Racing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrested Development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milwaukee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rembrandt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggie and Tupac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ric Stultz'/><title type='text'>I don't mind sharing either</title><content type='html'>The other day, I ran into the website of an artist by the name of Ric Stultz, and couldn't thank the heavens enough to be graced by his art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ricstultz.com/GOUACHE_09_WWW/welcome_to_the_club_www.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 695px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.ricstultz.com/GOUACHE_09_WWW/welcome_to_the_club_www.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Welcome to the Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ricstultz.com/GOUACHE_2010_WWW/minds_racing_www.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 695px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.ricstultz.com/GOUACHE_2010_WWW/minds_racing_www.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Minds Racing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 27 year old illustrator from Milwaukee that graduated from University of Wisconsin Stout who gets his inspiration from Arrested Development, spider monkeys, Biggie and Tupac, and Rembrandt creates his illustrations on what would born out of play on words. Despite the fact that the majority of his illustrations are made with blearly pain and dull colors, the images themselves are far from boring and dreary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his paintings made me chuckle at the cute-sey messages which were very heart felt (such as '&lt;a href="http://www.ricstultz.com/GOUACHE_09_WWW/together_soon_www.jpg"&gt;We Will Be Together Soon&lt;/a&gt;' and '&lt;a href="http://www.ricstultz.com/GOUACHE_WWW_sm/i_dont_mind_www_sm.jpg"&gt;I Don't Mind Sharing&lt;/a&gt;'), and some of them just made me chuckle at how clever the image was (like Minds Racing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check him out at &lt;a href="www.ricstultz.com"&gt;www.ricstultz.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I discovered him far too late, and was not happy to find out that his illustrations were being showcased in a gallery here in L.A. Tear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-7363182203740012159?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7363182203740012159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=7363182203740012159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7363182203740012159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7363182203740012159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-mind-sharing-either.html' title='I don&apos;t mind sharing either'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-2958794226997684621</id><published>2010-04-20T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:04:54.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the past few weeks in a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs408.snc3/24677_1356678270728_1044600082_1045803_1128193_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs408.snc3/24677_1356678270728_1044600082_1045803_1128193_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs467.ash1/25633_1411789652771_1173416888_1243071_4002576_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs467.ash1/25633_1411789652771_1173416888_1243071_4002576_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs462.snc3/25397_1372061015287_1044600082_1089975_7336476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 536px; height: 720px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs462.snc3/25397_1372061015287_1044600082_1089975_7336476_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25425_1396015029743_1513244140_1063231_4655863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 719px; height: 479px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25425_1396015029743_1513244140_1063231_4655863_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs450.ash1/24796_1195285577078_1676633241_382261_1553946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs450.ash1/24796_1195285577078_1676633241_382261_1553946_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs484.snc3/26478_1363007148946_1044600082_1064635_4093999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs484.snc3/26478_1363007148946_1044600082_1064635_4093999_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and weeping over not being able to go to Coachella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/.a/6a00d8341c630a53ef01347ff2bf43970c-600wi"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 362px;" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/.a/6a00d8341c630a53ef01347ff2bf43970c-600wi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been a bittersweet one. Friday I got a speeding ticket when driving to Mexico, which was kind of a wakeup call into get back into drastic job hunting. And so I did. Today I dropped off some applications at Sephora and Aldo, and on the spot, I got an interview for tomorrow at Aldo, which is perfect since I don't have school. Things are looking up, and also, to save me from me 6 year misery of not going to Coachella, I've bought a piggy bank just to save up for it, and decided that going when I'm 21 is actually worth the wait. =) Ultra excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-2958794226997684621?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2958794226997684621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=2958794226997684621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2958794226997684621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2958794226997684621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/past-few-weeks-in-nutshell.html' title='the past few weeks in a nutshell.'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-3414173531164202721</id><published>2010-04-01T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:04:28.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Door Cinema Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troubadour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los anjealous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downtown LA Artwalk'/><title type='text'>losing my mind and spring break</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been ridiculously hectic with midterms, but luckily now I'm appreciating my week off from school and enjoying spring break pretty good. So far it's consisted of shopping in Santa Monica, job hunting, long trips to Tijuana, and working on my jewelry. I'm hoping that with the &lt;a href="http://www.downtownartwalk.org/"&gt;Downtown L.A Artwalk&lt;/a&gt; coming up next week, I can find a way to set up a &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/losanjealous"&gt;los anjealous&lt;/a&gt; booth for the next few months. Since the artwalk lands on my birthday, and if I'm able to settle a deal for May, that would be such a great birthday present. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJDCMth8poM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJDCMth8poM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PorW3y5n1w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PorW3y5n1w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this great little band from Ireland, thanks to the recommendation of my good friend Alfredo. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/twodoorcinemaclub"&gt;Two Door Cinema Club &lt;/a&gt; has such great dance-y rhythm to their music, and they're definitely deserve the hype that they have gotten over the blogosphere. They're playing in West Hollywood May 5th at the Troubadour. Pre-sale tix are $10, and then $12 a the door. So excited. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-3414173531164202721?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3414173531164202721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=3414173531164202721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3414173531164202721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3414173531164202721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/losing-my-mind-and-spring-break.html' title='losing my mind and spring break'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-3815102532280468379</id><published>2010-03-12T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:04:19.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-3815102532280468379?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3815102532280468379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=3815102532280468379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3815102532280468379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3815102532280468379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking-night.html' title='walking the night'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-7899005727584644498</id><published>2010-03-02T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:04:01.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Proof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Willis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plastic Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baldy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stylo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gorillaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chase'/><title type='text'>what are you doing all up on my screen Bruce Willis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/1616541/depuis-que-jtais-enfant?claim=f9bak48jk8a"&gt;Follow my blog with bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9vAOzYz-Qs"&gt;new video&lt;/a&gt; for Gorillaz's new single 'Stylo' off of their highly anticipated album, Plastic Beach. I couldn't help but see this video and just think that it had a big Tarantino feel to it. It reminds me off Death Proof wayyy too much, and with Bruce Willis on it, it just adds on to that feel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/adg4tv.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 638px; height: 355px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/adg4tv.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/2cer9jt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 638px; height: 362px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2cer9jt.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/1hdze9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 638px; height: 363px; " src="http://i47.tinypic.com/1hdze9.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/2cgeo9d.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 639px; height: 358px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2cgeo9d.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.tinypic.com/wueya1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 638px; height: 361px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/wueya1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/fwk64z.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 638px; height: 358px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/fwk64z.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i46.tinypic.com/300e995.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 638px; height: 360px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/300e995.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just not too many donuts and tubby cops in Death Proof's chase scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WeCWP0stYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WeCWP0stYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-7899005727584644498?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7899005727584644498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=7899005727584644498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7899005727584644498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7899005727584644498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-are-you-doing-all-up-on-my-screen.html' title='what are you doing all up on my screen Bruce Willis?'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/adg4tv_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-7766803829450240531</id><published>2010-02-23T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:27:38.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady GaGa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolla dolla bills yall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rah rah'/><title type='text'>rah rah kaching kaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQSQ9t2HI/AAAAAAAAASA/K1GFsfWvj7k/s640/vxfceb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQSQ9t2HI/AAAAAAAAASA/K1GFsfWvj7k/s640/vxfceb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQPNdDy5I/AAAAAAAAAR4/a6XuNvModhc/s640/r8igq1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQPNdDy5I/AAAAAAAAAR4/a6XuNvModhc/s640/r8igq1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQKlUOs9I/AAAAAAAAARw/lJisVIuDsTc/s640/4rq5jn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQKlUOs9I/AAAAAAAAARw/lJisVIuDsTc/s640/4rq5jn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQH7fkIdI/AAAAAAAAARo/Hq5Saaq3Zh4/s640/2yto2ol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQH7fkIdI/AAAAAAAAARo/Hq5Saaq3Zh4/s640/2yto2ol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQD-R73LI/AAAAAAAAARg/hcOnJO1WRag/s640/2dj4gaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQD-R73LI/AAAAAAAAARg/hcOnJO1WRag/s640/2dj4gaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestylemonster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.thestylemonster.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not a crazy crazy Lady GaGa fanatic, and I find myself sometimes disturbed at seeing her performances, but I've gotta saw that this is pretty shweet, as well as this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQELoPvdLeQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQELoPvdLeQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPNqpu4fcgE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPNqpu4fcgE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, pretty much she never ceases to amaze me with all her craziness. Yo go girl, with your crazy self.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-7766803829450240531?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7766803829450240531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=7766803829450240531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7766803829450240531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7766803829450240531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/guilty-gaga.html' title='rah rah kaching kaching'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9btVHrTUcA/S3wQSQ9t2HI/AAAAAAAAASA/K1GFsfWvj7k/s72-c/vxfceb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-6994927570415756953</id><published>2010-02-19T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:27:23.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RZA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Jon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jake Gyllenhaal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crunk juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Up The Gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>A drunk Jake Gyllenhaal, a rather lame Joe Jonas, RZA as a ref, and Lil Jon as a tennis coach.</title><content type='html'>Amidst all the useless e-mails that I got this morning in my inbox, one e-mail made my day. I'm sure all of you who have signed up to Vampire Weekend's mailing list also got the notice of the new video for 'Giving Up The Gun', but I don't know if you reacted in the same way as I did as when you give a 3 year old a box of licorice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you've seen with older Vampire Weekend videos, the boys have had this style to most of their videos, even with their last one 'Cousins', where it looks like it came out of an 80's teen film or just a preppy uppity video. Now with 'Giving Up The Gun', Ezra Koenig's ideas have made Vampire Weekend come out of their comfort zone, and grace us with a modern-looking video (for me the all white shouts futuristic to me) and even add cameo appearances! Trust me, the last person I thought I was going to see in this video was Joe Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmEe4Qg6A9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmEe4Qg6A9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw the whole tennis theme, I went crazy since I've been playing tennis lately. But I couldn't help to be annoyed and think how in the world did she beat a drunk Jake Gyllenhaal when she doesn't even know how to hold the racquet right, but i guess with Lil Jon coaching you, how can you lose? He surely gave her that Crunk Juice, thus resulting in flaming tennis balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.tinypic.com/vcutcw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 684px; height: 547px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/vcutcw.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-6994927570415756953?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6994927570415756953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=6994927570415756953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6994927570415756953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6994927570415756953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/drunk-jake-gyllenhall-rather-lame-joe.html' title='A drunk Jake Gyllenhaal, a rather lame Joe Jonas, RZA as a ref, and Lil Jon as a tennis coach.'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/vcutcw_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-5358173710694446158</id><published>2010-02-15T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:29:17.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single&apos;s awareness day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vicky Cristina Barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veggie straws'/><title type='text'>post valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/5nocg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 402px; height: 290px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/5nocg.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/5nocg.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;postsecret.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singles' Awareness Day could not have gone better while I spent the whole day with my lovely mother (waking up early to make her coffee and give hand her the pink tulips I got for her), took her to Downtown to shop, and then came back home and brought Luly and and Gladys over to grub and watch Vicky Cristina Barcelona, which I have to remember to order online now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/r26lwy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 402px; height: 290px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/r26lwy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/344xtp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 366px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/344xtp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Credit: Gladys Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/2em3gb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 366px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2em3gb5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Credit: Gladys Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17363_1315127511985_1044600082_944677_6527215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 366px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17363_1315127511985_1044600082_944677_6527215_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Credit: Gladys Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great day, and happy that I did not feel like a loser again for spending another Valentine's Day single. I felt great with my girls, but if anything, my Valentine's Day was made great when I saw my mom smile a big ol' smile when she saw the pink tulips and had it on throughout the entire day. &lt;i&gt;Gracias Mami por ser mi Valentin&lt;/i&gt; &lt;3.&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/2148984163606934435-5358173710694446158?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5358173710694446158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=5358173710694446158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5358173710694446158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5358173710694446158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-valentines.html' title='post valentines'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/5nocg_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-393654270373960120</id><published>2010-02-12T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:30:00.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Clockwork Orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Mayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>at home and being sick blues</title><content type='html'>Since my last post, an awful lot has happened. In brief, I'm going into my 4th week of being vegan, I'm loving my classes (finally glad to be taking my major classes), I've actually started working out and playing tennis, I got a texting plan, and John Mayer has proven himself to be a douche bag that makes me feel guilty when I listen to "Your Body is a Wonderland."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't stepped out of my house in over 24 hours since I've been hit with some horrible allergies, which hasn't stopped me reading my copy of A Clockwork Orange that came in the mail earlier this week, but did stop me from going to my first frat party at UCLA last night and going to the movies today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/116oyrl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 500px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/116oyrl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well...til later my droogies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-393654270373960120?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/393654270373960120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=393654270373960120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/393654270373960120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/393654270373960120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-home-and-being-sick-blues.html' title='at home and being sick blues'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/116oyrl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-7035156641975657134</id><published>2010-01-02T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:01:25.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>hi 2010.</title><content type='html'>I've become so much more accepting of the the fact that 2009 was by far one of the lamest years ever. Although I did not work at my full potential, I've decided let go of all my remorse towards myself for not doing so, and I'm glad to be starting off fresh. I feel that although I made &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; progress towards getting closer to my goals, I didn't take advantage of the year fully and also, it didn't treat me as good, especially in school and work. It did start off at a bad foot anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But forget the old year; out with the old, in with the new. I have high hopes for this year; I really wish that I do so much more this year and have a much more enjoyable year in so many different aspects (i.e., socially, scholarly, artistically), in which I would meet December 31, 2010 with a giant grin on my face shining off accomplishment. I want to do so many projects, spend much more time with family and friends, and not let school and work stress me out. I want to take control of this year and not let it control me, like so many things did last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a toast to 2010 (which I missed to give yesterday at midnight, but better now than never). Let this be a positive year and one that will give me an adventure to not forget.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S0AidmFZyDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eeRdtIXsY_U/s400/DSC_0348.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422371843188836402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Photo: Gladys Quintero)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-7035156641975657134?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7035156641975657134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=7035156641975657134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7035156641975657134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7035156641975657134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-2010.html' title='hi 2010.'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S0AidmFZyDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eeRdtIXsY_U/s72-c/DSC_0348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-6829942642965262630</id><published>2009-12-11T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:26:16.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KCRW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Chip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.A Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Weekend'/><title type='text'>quickie;</title><content type='html'>I haven't had much time to write a proper blog post on here (finalsfinalsfinals), but I'm glad that after job hunting in LA Live this morning I have a few minutes to spare before I head to my dinky ol job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some new Hot Chip. Coincidentally, I was listening to Made in the Dark yesterday, and just today when listening to KCRW back home, I heard they came out with a new single. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=101286758" style="font: Verdana"&gt;Hot Chip - One Life Stand (MySpace Exclusive)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=101286758,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=101286758,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=36068541" style="font: Verdana"&gt;Hot Chip&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=videos" style="font: Verdana"&gt;MySpace Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about that new Vampire Weekend, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1e0u11rgd9Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1e0u11rgd9Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-6829942642965262630?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6829942642965262630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=6829942642965262630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6829942642965262630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6829942642965262630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/quickie.html' title='quickie;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-1663117195169520304</id><published>2009-12-03T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:52:51.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep.</title><content type='html'>That's all I want, that's all I need. 2 more weeks and I'll be spoiled with sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zherMkcXdo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zherMkcXdo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc6JGi90neM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc6JGi90neM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/arSjSmBzOuk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/arSjSmBzOuk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UoNtIkRm1HE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UoNtIkRm1HE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gMLyjAe0l8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-1663117195169520304?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1663117195169520304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=1663117195169520304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1663117195169520304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1663117195169520304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep.html' title='sleep.'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-1568533612351082455</id><published>2009-11-06T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:44:30.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby boom month</title><content type='html'>I've finally found some "time-management" time, and phew, it feels like I've had a weight off of my shoulders. I'm glad I don't have to worry about procrastinating right now, since I'm starting off a new slate since midterms finished, which I must say were torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks I've managed to have a few adventures, including talking to a border inspector when driving back to LA from TJ (and him "complimenting me" on how I looked just like Kourtney Kardashian), San Diego to visit Fredy, taking my little brother to his first Laker game, and seeing Regina Spektor at The Greek Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SvUcpMho0hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Yw_azB9ldRs/s1600-h/Photo0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SvUcpMho0hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Yw_azB9ldRs/s400/Photo0705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401254822163304978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJ - where the safest roads are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SvUdHKFDg4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nykFgqwxhIA/s1600-h/Photo0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SvUdHKFDg4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nykFgqwxhIA/s400/Photo0692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401255336902624130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA fevahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SvUbbD2-PRI/AAAAAAAAADs/dwtx5N-Jg_4/s1600-h/100_3689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 647px; height: 431px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SvUbbD2-PRI/AAAAAAAAADs/dwtx5N-Jg_4/s400/100_3689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401253479807073554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you are so sweet dancing to the beat..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SvUbACUZbgI/AAAAAAAAADk/aVgu45Cv7Nc/s1600-h/100_3686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 644px; height: 429px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SvUbACUZbgI/AAAAAAAAADk/aVgu45Cv7Nc/s400/100_3686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401253015537151490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7483677&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7483677&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7483677"&gt;Regina Spektor @ The Greek Theater 10/28&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2597741"&gt;Priscilla Castro&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that October's fun is long gone, helllooo baby boom babies. I tend to lose count on how many of my friends have their birthdays this month, but think of it like this. It's like celebrating Christmas for two months. Three birthdays have already passed (including Fredy's 20th bday today), and there's many more to knock down. Phew, parentals were sure getting busy in the late 80's/early 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I get ready to buy the rest of the presents for my dear friends this month, I'll go ahead and treat myself to these like if I were a November baby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/19/_5910599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 616px;" src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/19/_5910599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aldoshoes.com/static/webUpload/731/28_jipson_96_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 576px;" src="http://www.aldoshoes.com/static/webUpload/731/28_jipson_96_6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-1568533612351082455?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1568533612351082455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=1568533612351082455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1568533612351082455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1568533612351082455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-boom-month.html' title='baby boom month'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SvUcpMho0hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Yw_azB9ldRs/s72-c/Photo0705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-5523073591155624507</id><published>2009-09-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:32:58.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eye candy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;NOM. NOM. NOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aldoshoes.com/static/webUpload/731/28_powanda_12_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 680px; HEIGHT: 737px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.aldoshoes.com/static/webUpload/731/28_powanda_12_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, all I want in life is hidden wedge heel shoes, especially this pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/aldo.com"&gt;aldo.com&lt;/a&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/2148984163606934435-5523073591155624507?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5523073591155624507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=5523073591155624507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5523073591155624507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5523073591155624507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/09/eye-candy.html' title='eye candy...'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-7966070551892416494</id><published>2009-09-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:59:16.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where were we?</title><content type='html'>It's fairly obvious that I am one of the worst bloggers this world has yet seen. It's been time due since I should have posted a blog about my summer adventures (which were very few unfortunately due to working for school) and all my other interests that caught my eye in the past months. Something that definetely that caught my eye in the summer was HARD Summer, ha ha, but not in the most positive sense after all the hype that was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer in brief:&lt;br /&gt;-Bat For Lashes was amazing, and I loved the intimate atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;-Won tickets from Ameoba to see Ray LaMontagne, Jenny Lewis,and Blitzen Trapper at the Hollywood Bowl. Great show.&lt;br /&gt;-Free time was mainly spent on making more headbands, earrings, and necklaces for &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/losanjealous.etsy.com"&gt;los anjealous&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Saw The Dead Weather at Jimmy Kimmel Live, and caught a glimpse of B.J Novak when Jimmy Kimmel was introducing The Dead Weather. Alison Mosshart and Jack White gave me goosebumps. Also, when I was leaving my bag with my sister at the Roosevelt, I ran into to Eric Wareheim from Tom Goes To Mayor, and again when I was going to pick up my bag, which was pretty cool and funny.&lt;br /&gt;-Finally enjoyed the exquisiteness of a Cuban pastry (guava and cheese in particular). No lie, it's orgasmatic.&lt;br /&gt;-Expanded my closet a lot more thanks to the joys of thrifting in Hollywood from thrift shop to thrift shop to thrift shop.&lt;br /&gt;-Knocked off a few books from my summer reading list.&lt;br /&gt;-Finally visited Venice Beach.&lt;br /&gt;-Saw Fight Club, FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;-Urban Outfitters is a thing of the past, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now fall is here, and I couldn't be more happy. I do not, and honestly can't think of anyone who can function well under heat. I personally get ridiculously light headed, and prefer not to drive anywhere, which consequently leaves me in a state of cabin fever. But why risk getting in another accident? Psh, I'm just happy I'll be enjoying the chilly breezes, the sight of streets accented with orange and yellow leaves, the lack of light headed ness, and especially the fact that I can wear my coats that have not seen the light of day for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also back at LB, which has left me with a semester I'm really enjoying. Despite the fact that I'm on campus Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9:30 AM til 7:00 PM, my classes are pretty great. I'm taking a womyn's studies course again, but this time women and their bodies, so it's letting me know a LOT more about myself, anatomically speaking, hah. But when I'm not in school, I'm working, which technically leaves me with no days off, but at least I get to catch up on homework. Either way, I can't say no to a day of work these days, since I'm desperately trying to save up for a dslr, which will help me blog more often on here. Sadly, the lack of a camera really affects me in continuing to blog. Soon...sooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try to be blogging periodically now, not like I've slacked off before, with MUCH more interesting junk. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-7966070551892416494?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7966070551892416494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=7966070551892416494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7966070551892416494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7966070551892416494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/09/cosmic-love.html' title='where were we?'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-7960856296514711198</id><published>2009-07-14T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:57:33.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kickitskate.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/hard-2009-summer-music-festival-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 620px; height: 413px;" src="http://kickitskate.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/hard-2009-summer-music-festival-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bet your sweet ass I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kickitskate.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/hard-2009-summer-music-festival-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 620px; height: 930px;" src="http://kickitskate.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/hard-2009-summer-music-festival-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-7960856296514711198?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7960856296514711198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=7960856296514711198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7960856296514711198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7960856296514711198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/07/eep.html' title='eep'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-4549556594699713678</id><published>2009-07-08T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:51:49.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surreal</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day of hysterics and sadness with Michael Jackson's memorial and my parents going crazy over my mistakes. I have calmed down a bit after this whole claim was made on my insurance for the accident, but the girl I hit really screwed me over now and turned her back on me claiming more damage than was actually made and now injuries. What a slick way to dig into my empty pocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving towards Downtown yesterday, I was a bit skeptical about going shopping in the fashion district afraid that there were going to be tons and tons of road closures and horrible traffic, but luckily I got right into where I was headed. Driving around, we saw the tons of black Land Rovers and Rolls Royce's that were taking the Jackson family to the Staples Center, which seemed so crazy to me since I was so close. I bought a few pairs of jeans with my sister, and headed back towards Downey wiping tears from our eyes as we heard the entire memorial on the radio. As soon as I got home, I could not stop crying seeing the memorial rerun on VH1. Me and my sister were just wondering that we were going to remember that day forever, and when we would be older, we're going to tell our kids, "Kids, when we were much younger, we drove around Michael Jackson's memorial service and cried our eyes out while listening to it on the radio and watching it on TV." It was such a surreal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace MJ.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.viax.cl/bang/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 627px; height: 471px;" src="http://www.viax.cl/bang/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-4549556594699713678?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4549556594699713678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=4549556594699713678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4549556594699713678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4549556594699713678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/07/surreal.html' title='surreal'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-3129996522616703149</id><published>2009-07-06T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:16:22.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh accidents...</title><content type='html'>It's funny how I'm more worried about my parents going ballistic over higher insurance rates than the damage of both cars, even though they're minor scrapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gael Garcia Bernal and Diego Luna, at least you two make me smile on a day like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jVgNr5hT8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jVgNr5hT8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5UgJEP-IRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5UgJEP-IRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-3129996522616703149?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3129996522616703149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=3129996522616703149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3129996522616703149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3129996522616703149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-accidents.html' title='oh accidents...'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-1744615472942173337</id><published>2009-07-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:26:48.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>far from reality</title><content type='html'>In the past month, a lot of things have happened that make things seem so surreal. Thankfully it's more good things than bad things, but still I feel that I need to break away from some things, some people, and maybe even leave L.A for a little while. Maybe even consider taking a trip to the east coast since my aunt wants me to come over before the year's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap, the Lucky Brand Jeans Neighborhood Social was great. Bat For Lashes's performance was lovely and very intimate since the people were all cramped up in the back of the store. Surprisingly after eating chinese with Edwin before he went to work at Banana, I rushed over to Lucky only to find that I barely made it with still having a seat way up infront of Natasha. It was great, and her performance was acoustic with only the marxophone, piano, and another instrument that I had never seen before or in her performances. After the show, everyone fought to get the set list, but I just took her poster from the store outside. It was a great show and I just can't wait to see her again next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I job hunted like crazy, and applied to Urban Outfitters with no expectations of a call back. Two weeks ago they proved me wrong with offering me a group interview with 15 other folks, and after that one, they offered me another one with the 5 that were picked out of the bunch. Now, I start training tomorrow as a cashier over there, and I couldn't be more excited. Only downside is that by working there it means I'm going to be working two jobs this summer, with my weekend job at a driving school here by LAX. At least I'll be using the time working there by writing on my blog, like right now. Hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things have been in a somber mood since Michael Jackson's passing. To this day, I still can't believe he has left us for good. I've been paying my respects to him by playing his songs non stop, and this week I'm going to visit his star on the Walk of Fame and leave some flowers for him. My sister and I actually signed up for the tickets of the memorial service that's going to take place at the Staples Center, but after the overwhelming amount of people that registered for the lottery, I doubt that I'll be able to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs182.snc1/6052_98588118190_525883190_2082175_967204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 604px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs182.snc1/6052_98588118190_525883190_2082175_967204_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Michael, rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, the shop my sister and I opened up on etsy has been open for two weeks already with a lot of good feedback. Despite making only a few sales, we've already sold to people in France which was very surprising. We've been making lots of accesories and jewelery, and we're planning on putting up some more items before the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmV0c3kuY29tL3Nob3AucGhwP3VzZXJfaWQ9NzUxODAxNQ=="&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/iusb_760x100.6389775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I have to handle to shop all by myself since my sister is going to leave to Nicaragua Wednesday. Again, I'm going to be the only child in the house...and that's never any fun. Blagh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-1744615472942173337?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1744615472942173337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=1744615472942173337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1744615472942173337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1744615472942173337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/07/far-from-reality.html' title='far from reality'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-2384074878307689612</id><published>2009-06-10T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:10:10.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starting summer late;</title><content type='html'>Although I've been doing a few things since school has been out, I feel that I have not done my duty to make the best of each day as a true summer vacation. I mean, I haven't even left to snoop around Hollywood in more than a month. But now, I'm back in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure my trip this past weekend to the rural areas up in Northern California with the fam bam was allright, but now it's time to get down to the down to the real dirt here in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/24421389/Bat+for+Lashes+Natasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/24421389/Bat+for+Lashes+Natasha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday Bat For Lashes will be playing at the Lucky Brand Jeans store in the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica for free. Just make sure to RSVP &lt;a href="http://www.luckybrandneighborhoodsocial.com/index.php"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;. On top of that, she is playing another show here in LA after her sold out show at El Rey on August 31st at The Music Box @ Fonda. You can read more about the pre-sale and everything on her &lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=42355051&amp;amp;blogID=494022964"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/13128389/Friendly+Fires+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/13128389/Friendly+Fires+03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good news, Friendly Fires is coming back to LA on tour, and they'll be playing at the El Rey Theater August 24th, a few days before Bat For Lashes comes down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a good treat. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the more recent stuff that's coming up, this should be pretty awesome.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y85/Kromerobot/FLYERS/TILTJune19thwESSER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 1236px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y85/Kromerobot/FLYERS/TILTJune19thwESSER.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh....I missed listening to Thieves Like Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ArQCkbP07Ao&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/ArQCkbP07Ao&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;More exciting news, my sister and I are opening our own shop named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;los anjealous&lt;/span&gt; on Etsy this coming week for feather headbands, feather earrings, and customized bracelets (my sister's specialty). Few more days, and we're really up for business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-2384074878307689612?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2384074878307689612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=2384074878307689612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2384074878307689612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2384074878307689612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-summer-late.html' title='starting summer late;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y85/Kromerobot/FLYERS/th_TILTJune19thwESSER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-4515745810400992722</id><published>2009-06-03T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:26:00.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man, oh man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.gamesradar.com/video/ext/v-20090601134640267012"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gamesradar.com/video/ext/v-20090601134640267012" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowFullScreen="false" width="325" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-4515745810400992722?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4515745810400992722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=4515745810400992722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4515745810400992722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4515745810400992722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-man-oh-man.html' title='oh man, oh man...'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-7163154830851917778</id><published>2009-05-29T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:23:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evil twins and whatnot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=58085833"&gt;Bat For Lashes - "Pearl's Dream"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58085833,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58085833,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bat For Lashes's second video for the next single "Pearl's Dream" was uploaded yesterday on her myspace. Finally we get to meet the oh so famous Pearl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-7163154830851917778?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7163154830851917778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=7163154830851917778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7163154830851917778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7163154830851917778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/05/evil-twins-and-whatnot.html' title='evil twins and whatnot'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-1142750553454820982</id><published>2009-05-28T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:23:58.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headaches and sore knees</title><content type='html'>Running around all day today had me exhausted, and I'm hoping that tomorrow I could have a break. My drums are finally out of their hide out after cleaning them up for a bit more than an hour. Kashmir with my sister, Fredy, and Luly was fun, also with running into a few familiar faces. It worked a liddo bit as a golden star to myself for running around all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some lovely new Regina Spektor for the wandering eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=58073111"&gt;Laughing With&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58073111,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58073111,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new album "Far" comes out June 23rd, so keep an eye out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Nosaj Thing's debut album "Drift" is set to drop June 9th, but it's already available online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A31b46DJO4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A31b46DJO4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;Also, he's going to be at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lowendtheoryclub"&gt;Low End Theory&lt;/a&gt; in LA for a record release party June 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum, I love the taste of new tunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-1142750553454820982?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1142750553454820982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=1142750553454820982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1142750553454820982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1142750553454820982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/05/headaches-and-sore-knees.html' title='headaches and sore knees'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-8735357826556675618</id><published>2009-05-24T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:28:19.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conan O&apos;Brien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wooster Collective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Tonight Show with Conan O&apos;Brien'/><title type='text'>weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.woostercollective.com/pigmask-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 665px;" src="http://www.woostercollective.com/pigmask-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First weekend of summer has come, and I'm already sick. These past few days have been nothing but sneezing and a continuous runny nose, and staring straight up at bright lights is not helping [no it's not swine flu]. Aside from the boogers running down from my nose, I've already started to make the best out of my summer since Friday. Fredy, Luly, and I went to Universal Studios for a special test taping of the new Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien. It was somewhat of an adventure getting to the stage by unnecessarily taking the shuttle to City Walk only to find that the stage was only a walk down from the train station where we parked. After all the panic that Fredy had for thinking that we were going to be late for the show and after all the running, we were in the studio and we were good to go. Rebecca Romijn and Patton Oswalt were the guests, and I just simply couldn't stop laughing during Patton Oswalt's interview. Also, I can't forget Conan's prediction for the Year 3000 : "In the year 3000, youtube, twitter, and facebook will merge into one giant time wasting website: youtwitface." Oh, Conan. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on going to more Tonight Shows this summer. Which reminds me, I saw that Jimmy Kimmel Live has an upcoming Bat For Lashes show on June 16th, the same night of her show at The El Rey Theater. And wow, they're sold out as well. I guess I'll just have to check again and again and hope to have the same luck of getting tickets like I did when I went to go see Depeche Mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm hoping to get a lot done with painting, making visits, and even starting to set up a little line of accessories me and my sister are planning to do. We'll get some ideas up and eventually put them up on Etsy, so keep an eye out for that. I'll also have to get my guitar strings for my guitar so I can start practicing since I'm planning to perform at open mic nights, possibly Rilo Kiley/Jenny Lewis covers. Let's see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[photo: Wooster Collective - artist: Run Dont Walk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-8735357826556675618?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8735357826556675618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=8735357826556675618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8735357826556675618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8735357826556675618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/05/weak.html' title='weak'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-5194070425950787494</id><published>2009-05-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:33:41.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'cos my lipgloss hk nails are poppin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42893000/jpg/_42893709_hellokitty_afp_416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42893000/jpg/_42893709_hellokitty_afp_416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"it's poppin', it's poppin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-5194070425950787494?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5194070425950787494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=5194070425950787494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5194070425950787494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5194070425950787494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/05/cos-my-lipgloss-hk-nails-are-poppin.html' title='&apos;cos my &lt;s&gt;lipgloss&lt;/s&gt; hk nails are poppin&apos;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-5368065643678671567</id><published>2009-05-14T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:04:29.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Whitest Boy Alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optical illusions'/><title type='text'>almost there</title><content type='html'>one more week to go and i'm worry-free. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOP37A1EhEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOP37A1EhEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-5368065643678671567?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5368065643678671567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=5368065643678671567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5368065643678671567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5368065643678671567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-there.html' title='almost there'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-6454794953684471167</id><published>2009-05-11T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:17:02.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi-yah</title><content type='html'>cutest thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://18.media.tumblr.com/AZN7wsuV4nbopao4AZUSZ14do1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px" alt="" src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/AZN7wsuV4nbopao4AZUSZ14do1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last week of school, and I'm stressed, but not stressed. Well, I guess 'cos of my math final and persuasive speech tomorrow. I feel that I have everything else in the bag. After next week, I'll be free as a bird, and I would go shopping, but that would require money, and for money I'd need a job, which I still don't have. Just two more weeks, and I could be getting a job in Cerritos, hopefully. Who knows, I'm hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh summer...please come already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-6454794953684471167?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6454794953684471167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=6454794953684471167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6454794953684471167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6454794953684471167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-yah.html' title='hi-yah'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-8007966077301636658</id><published>2009-05-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:07:01.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>withdrawl symptoms</title><content type='html'>Ever since this semester started, every morning I have drunk a cup of coffee to get me through the day. I figured I became addicted, because if I would not have coffee around 9 am in the morning, I was bound to fall asleep for my 11 am class. So this past week, I've tried to substitute the habit with getting french mocha cappuchinos instead, and I had no idea that by trying to avoid coffee, I would begin to get major headaches. So this whole week I've been dealing with stupid headaches that make me ridiculously sleepy, until yesterday when I bought a rockstar pomegranate energy drink and a caramel frapp from Startbucks this morning. Woo caffiene, you're my savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently learned about Passion Pit as I heard them on my friend's profile. Their catchy synth driven tunes immediately caught my attention, since they remind me a tad bit of a fusion between Matt &amp; Kim and possibly Friendly Fires. Whatever the case is, they're pretty snazzy. And this video is pretty damn snazzy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVstHPhaJ6M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVstHPhaJ6M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bfseWNmlds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bfseWNmlds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-8007966077301636658?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8007966077301636658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=8007966077301636658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8007966077301636658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8007966077301636658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/05/withdrawl-symptoms.html' title='withdrawl symptoms'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-3106176251313497429</id><published>2009-05-05T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:08:07.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-oGqZBWQ9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-oGqZBWQ9Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can't wait. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-3106176251313497429?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3106176251313497429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=3106176251313497429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3106176251313497429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3106176251313497429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/05/woooo.html' title='woooo'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-5771536103649430574</id><published>2009-05-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:10:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was fairly decent. I hardly remember what I did before Tuesday, but Tuesday was Luly's birthday and Fredy and I made it a birthday to remember. Fredy and I busted a mission to make Luly smile after she had said that she wasn't going to do anything for her birthday but just stay at home and wait for us. We decided to hang at her house for a bit and the take her to Ce Fiore to buy two yogurt cups and put her "19" candle on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/102nt01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 595px" alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/102nt01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After singing her happy birthday and taking tons of pictures, we headed to Long Beach since KBeach was giving away their entire collection of cds, singles, and vinyls they've gotten over the years. I got a few cds for Fredy and Luly, and I found The Von Bondies cd, a single of Dave Gahan, and a ep of a band whose cover I found quite eye catching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.payplay.fm/f/a/favoritesaints/600/favoritesaints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://images.payplay.fm/f/a/favoritesaints/600/favoritesaints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first track is delightful, and I love driving to it. Makes me feel really chill. My other 15 something cds still need a good listen to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the week is a blur that I do not want to remember, but have to for my sake, until yesterday. After I got a haircut, my sister and I decided to go to Dallana's so we could party. It was allright, but maybe we could have found a better one. After the party, which was basically dead at 12:30, we went to go munch on some fries with the little energy that was left after all the dancing. All in all it was a good night. Also, I went to a ticketmaster outlet here in town, and turns out that the Bat for Lashes tix are sold out. =/ Now, all I can hope for is that ticketmaster puts up some tix like they had done last time, or I would have to resort to ridiculously expensive tickets on ebay. I'm desperate to see Natasha Khan, I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won the final bid on this dress that I found from this vintage shop on ebay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i646.photobucket.com/albums/uu181/AshburyVintage/Ashbury%20ebay%20pics/MO9E1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 789px" alt="" src="http://i646.photobucket.com/albums/uu181/AshburyVintage/Ashbury%20ebay%20pics/MO9E1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a happy camper. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-5771536103649430574?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5771536103649430574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=5771536103649430574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5771536103649430574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5771536103649430574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/05/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/102nt01_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-2941491963675574223</id><published>2009-04-25T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:04:15.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood and Vine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Kimmel Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depeche Mode'/><title type='text'>i just can't get enough.</title><content type='html'>I had said before I saw Depeche Mode, that if I would ever see them live at least one, I would die happy. I shouldn't have said that, 'cos now, I just would want to see them again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the Depeche Mode concert on Hollywood + Vine that appox. 10,000 have been waiting for. I honestly couldn't believe that I was going to see them, after so many failed attempts of trying to go to their concerts when they came to California back in 05. I was in class thinking of how exciting it was going to be later that night. All day, I was just thinking of Dave, Martin, and Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got close to Hollywood, I dropped by Jaime's apartment and met with him and Alana, went to the liquor store, and headed to Hollywood. Traffic was ridiculous, but we didn't have too much trouble finding parking, and found a spot that was fairly close to the Music Box, not too far from the W Hollywood Residences where Depeche Mode was playing right infront of. We walked to the Jimmy Kimmel tent bought a shirt from one of the vendors (which was $10 and was a great deal as opposed to the $45 shirts that were on sale at The Cure's concert last year). While I'm walking with Alana, Jaime, and my sister to the ridiculously long line, I hear my name being called out of nowhere. It was my friend Joanna that was standing in line and she was so kind enough to let us cut, but then she was moved to another line, and we stayed where we were. We get in, and then I find Andi, say hello for a quick second, but had to run back to Alana, Jaime, and my sister before I got lost since my phone died (this would explain my lack of photos). I wish I would have spent more time with you Andi! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of waiting, the same fat guy that I had seen at JKL came out and announced that Depeche Mode was coming in a few minutes. 8:25 comes around, and out comes Dave, Andy, and Martin, and Jimmy Kimmel introduces them, and then we all hear "Wrong". I couldn't hold my excitiment at was screaming my lungs out; finally I had succeeded in seeing Depeche Mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was amazing to say the least. Dave had the entire audience hyped up, especially with their last two songs, "Enjoy The Silence" and "Walking In My Shoes". Amazing. Simply words cannot explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here, take a look at it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDAJGYvCaKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDAJGYvCaKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be honest, I didn't like their performance of Wrong so much, but all their other songs were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UufutYiaqzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UufutYiaqzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah, and I forgot that Elisha Cuthbert was being interviewed too. She looked adorable)&lt;br /&gt;And here's some videos I found from so folks on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZYnl83ZTWw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZYnl83ZTWw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwI5eoGtPXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwI5eoGtPXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OiuV1JYsCns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OiuV1JYsCns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVRbN_0vOUw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVRbN_0vOUw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3vnjcUqy-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3vnjcUqy-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have the chance to see them this summer, but I'm running low on money. I think I might have to resort to a sacrifice, 'cos I just can't get enough of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-2941491963675574223?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2941491963675574223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=2941491963675574223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2941491963675574223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2941491963675574223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-cant-get-enough.html' title='i just can&apos;t get enough.'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-2915666154164453451</id><published>2009-04-17T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:34:26.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dirt under my nails;</title><content type='html'>These past two days I've been so exhausted. I've going up and down, out and about, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I brought Fredy over to LB state so that we could go to Forever 21 and turn in our apps after I was done with school. From 7am to 7pm I was away from home, and I was ridiculously exhausted. I knocked out as soon as I got home, woke up to play a bit with my new hacky sack, and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I tagged along with my little brother and his 3rd grade class to The Getty. I don't know why I've never taken the time to visit it. The place is amazing, to say the least. The paintings, the architecture of the museum, and the gardens. BEAUTIFUL. For a moment, I was brought into a state of nostalgia, back three years ago when I went to Europe and visited the museums in London and Paris, since most of the art displayed at The Getty is classical art, and that was the only art that I saw in London and Paris. I took my fisheye, and I got some great shots, until I dropped my camera and the film was exposed to the light. Excellent. Maybe if the photos don't come out all white, they'll at least show up with some strange effect to them. If not, then it's back to The Getty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home to sleep and to garden. Day's over, and I'm here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/71/l_0209ad25e20d44e78543d9d6978161b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 454px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/71/l_0209ad25e20d44e78543d9d6978161b8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards, maybe some shopping in Belmont Shore, and maybe try to sneak into Fingerprints for Record Store Day. Maybe just catch a glimpse of The Bird and the Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s;&lt;br /&gt;If this doesn't make you laugh, I don't know WHAT will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kfd6LgcuCsc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kfd6LgcuCsc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.p.s;&lt;br /&gt;I got tickets to see Depeche Mode next week on Jimmy Kimmel Live (the day after I see Black Kids on Last Call with Carson Daly). My life is complete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-2915666154164453451?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2915666154164453451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=2915666154164453451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2915666154164453451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/2915666154164453451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/04/dirt-under-my-nails.html' title='dirt under my nails;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-447620665083351212</id><published>2009-04-14T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:35:03.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You see me trying to smile up on this pole..."</title><content type='html'>Today, as I was doing some research for my women's studies class, I came across this little article on &lt;a href="feministing.com"&gt;feministing.com&lt;/a&gt;. Who'd have have thought I would see "Akon vs. Cocorosie" as a title on anything, but I guess that from a feminist scope, it would be sort of likely to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you have heard Akon's "I Wanna Love You" on the radio or wherever this media-induced world has shoved the song down your throat. Here's a jist of what the song's about: rappers fall in love women for "winding and grinding" up on some poles. How romantic, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocorosie decided to have their own take on Akon's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m36P8XUkDYY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m36P8XUkDYY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like one of the repliers to the post had said, "Fuck yes! That's how you show the real pain of objectification."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I prefer Cocorosie's version by 110%. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics to Cocorosie's version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You see me trying to smile up on this pole&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;I already know&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with my brother, first man I loved&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say that he loved me?&lt;br /&gt;I was in second grade, he was fourteen&lt;br /&gt;In the shady of the trees&lt;br /&gt;There was a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;Whole thing's a blurry dream&lt;br /&gt;Behind the house, quiet as a mouse&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to even breathe&lt;br /&gt;A secret hard to keep&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know 'til thirteen&lt;br /&gt;By then I knew what to do&lt;br /&gt;Just an old routine&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the boys had a thing for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me trying to smile up on this pole&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;I already know&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama always said, "You're the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;In life, you're sure to go so far"&lt;br /&gt;Been at this club about four years&lt;br /&gt;Hooked on dope, crying in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;When we was just little girls&lt;br /&gt;We learned to dance in mama's pearls&lt;br /&gt;Baby bend over and shake that ass&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you wanna come home with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you fall in love with me&lt;br /&gt;I could make love to you for free&lt;br /&gt;We could just get a place and start a life&lt;br /&gt;And try to make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me trying to smile up on this pole&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me&lt;br /&gt;I already know&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with my brother, first man I loved&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say that he loved me?&lt;br /&gt;I was in second grade, he was fourteen&lt;br /&gt;In the shady of the trees&lt;br /&gt;There was a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;Whole thing's a blurry dream&lt;br /&gt;Behind the house, quiet as a mouse&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to even breathe&lt;br /&gt;A secret hard to keep&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know 'til thirteen&lt;br /&gt;By then I knew what to do&lt;br /&gt;Just an old routine&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the boys had a thing for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me trying to smile up on this pole&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;I already know&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me trying to smile up on this pole&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just hiding the pain that's deep in my soul &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source:  &lt;a href="feministing.com"&gt;feministing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-447620665083351212?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/447620665083351212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=447620665083351212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/447620665083351212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/447620665083351212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-see-me-trying-to-smile-up-on-this.html' title='&quot;You see me trying to smile up on this pole...&quot;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-6769228843699424112</id><published>2009-04-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:51:44.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O hai nineteen;</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday was my birthday and for the first time in my life I didn't want to celebrate it or think of the thought of becoming older. So on April 8th, I did not become 19. I became 9 years old, and now I'm old enough to eat out of the cookie jar. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the night before my birthday I went to Hollywood again, thinking to go dance at Dance just to take my younger sister clubbing, but the place was packed so we decided to just leave. Instead, we went to Amoeba and went to go eat New York style pizza, which I must say was exquisite. (= Plus, I gave myself a little bday present by buying Bat for Lashes' new cd, Two Suns, which I'm glad I bought. It's something quite different from Fur and Gold, but if you like a spookier tune with more drums, you'll be sure to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGebsZ5hal0/SalJfm7dAgI/AAAAAAAAAos/mNJi7wRVnnE/s320/00+Two+suns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGebsZ5hal0/SalJfm7dAgI/AAAAAAAAAos/mNJi7wRVnnE/s320/00+Two+suns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to her whole album on &lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.artistalbums&amp;amp;artistid=3156642&amp;amp;albumid=11286816"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of albums, I think I should start buying more albums so I can add more to my cd collection. Maybe like Peter Bjorn and John's Living Thing which sounds hella good. Ah, but a job would be nice to help fund that wish. Still, the job hunt continues. For now, Peter Bjorn and John's awesome videos will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6yxtA8HoPlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6yxtA8HoPlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwcaQ3qJ88U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwcaQ3qJ88U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-6769228843699424112?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6769228843699424112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=6769228843699424112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6769228843699424112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6769228843699424112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-hai-nineteen.html' title='O hai nineteen;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGebsZ5hal0/SalJfm7dAgI/AAAAAAAAAos/mNJi7wRVnnE/s72-c/00+Two+suns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-4245090965474676188</id><published>2009-04-04T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:54:13.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamtime dreamshow</title><content type='html'>Since Wednesday came, a lot has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Karla's birthday, and Luly, Fredy and I decided to spend some time together and go to Karla's house to drop off our presents to her and catch up. It was a great day, and I was glad to see Karla so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I spent the whole day painting my new giant closet and placing in shelves and whatnot. I'm glad that now my new room isn't going to be as cluttered as my past room. My lack of storage was one of the reasons of why my room was constantly messy, despite the fact that I was always cleaning it. By the end of that day, I was pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday however was wonderful. After I went to apply to work at Starbucks (continuing with the job hunt), I headed over to Echo Park to pick up Jaime to go see Lily Allen. After waiting in line and downing Jungle Joose, we finally saw Lily Allen peform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the videos straight from the airing last night on Jimmy Kimmel Live!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxD16MLAfCs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxD16MLAfCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXWGwND-V1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXWGwND-V1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we had tons of time to kill since I had to be home by midnight, so we went back to Jaime's place in Echo Park to pick up the flyers for House, bought some more Jungle Joose since it had already wore off, and went back to Hollywood Blvd. to go to House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/104/l_4313652a46cd4f6d82fb9dcb7e138a3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/104/l_4313652a46cd4f6d82fb9dcb7e138a3c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, I wasn't so sober anymore...but I remember having fun (=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I went to AT&amp;amp;T in Hawthorne and stood in line for about an hour just to meet Sasha Vujacic. I got his autograph, and my brother went crazy meeting one of his idols. Now, he never misses a Laker game, and I'm 100% behind him. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-4245090965474676188?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4245090965474676188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=4245090965474676188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4245090965474676188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4245090965474676188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreamtime-dreamshow.html' title='dreamtime dreamshow'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-450178910093839431</id><published>2009-03-31T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:05:38.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight radio</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday when I was coming back home from The Adicts show at The Key Club, I turned on the radio and tuned into KCRW, and poof, I hear the intro to J Dilla's "Lightworks". Wait, what? MF DOOM's on the track? I looked a little bit more into it. Turns out that MF DOOM came out with a new record last Tuesday titled "Born Like This".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jeffjank.com/home/bornlikethis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.jeffjank.com/home/bornlikethis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to the album on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mfdoom"&gt;DOOM's myspace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went shopping for my new room, which now needs painting again since it got scratched off when measuring the shelves for my closet. I found my new bed, which looks very old school-ish, but is really nice. After running some more errands, I went to Target with Fredy, and when we came back to drop him off, we saw his old van drive away into the sun, literally. I guess memories are only worth $600, and a little brown bear puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SdJMZmCUgsI/AAAAAAAAACs/mdTWMTJLbho/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SdJMZmCUgsI/AAAAAAAAACs/mdTWMTJLbho/s400/Picture+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319398112468697794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fig. 1 : Fredy's van driving away into the sun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-450178910093839431?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/450178910093839431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=450178910093839431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/450178910093839431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/450178910093839431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/03/midnight-radio.html' title='midnight radio'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SdJMZmCUgsI/AAAAAAAAACs/mdTWMTJLbho/s72-c/Picture+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-3625151861998325492</id><published>2009-03-29T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:42:41.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy sunday</title><content type='html'>Today I was supposed to leave to San Francisco for my spring break get away, but now, my mum says that we have to wait for next weekend, which will really not suit to my liking due to the fact that I go back to school on Monday. My mum told me to drive up north by myself and that I shouldn't wait for her, so I'm thinking I might have to resort to that and take along someone with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to Forever 21 expecting to buy something for my mum's goddaugher,  but instead went along and spoiled myself a tad bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60145873-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60145873-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I expected to spend at least $20 on these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/57269689-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/57269689-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead I found that they were only $5. That sure made my wallet happy. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for this week. Tuesday I'm taking Ivan and Nam from Westminister to LAX for their flight to San Fran, Wednesday is Karla's birthday, Friday is the Lily Allen outdoor concert with Jimmy Kimmel Live, possibly Saturday morning, if I'm able to, I'll be going up to San Fran, and Sunday is my seester Skarlett's birthday. That reminds me, I have to register both my sister's birthday and mine for the free admission at Disneyland. Wooo, bring it on spring break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-3625151861998325492?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3625151861998325492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=3625151861998325492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3625151861998325492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3625151861998325492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-sunday.html' title='lazy sunday'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-8246946951509366209</id><published>2009-03-26T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:41:15.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not good at this;</title><content type='html'>Obviously, I can't keep up with keeping my life documented at all. From December to now nearly April, a lot has come about. Aside from my few adventures that were allowed by my days off from work, things became much more mellow at home (my house became much more of a home thus letting me forget about wanting to desperately move out), I've procrastinated much less, I've created stronger bonds with my friends at LB State, and now I have much more leisure time since Circuit City is closed already. I'm glad I'm done with that place already, because it was really making me a misanthrope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up this week:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Visited Priscilla, visited Karla, met a few cool kids at Yuri's Records, and went to West Hollywood to see The Adicts at the Key Club.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Went grocery shopping at Fresh and Easy with Geni and went back home to watch Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Hung out with Ivan after class, ate pizza off campus, and went to Conroy's so he could get flowers for Nam. After wards, I met up with Sarah and Kim to just hang out and enjoy the sun outside the dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I hung out with Geni, Priscilla, and Luis to catch up since Geni's here for spring break and Priscilla comes on weekends from Costa Mesa. We went to visit K/D, and after wards we to Plaza Mexico to eat pupusas and just do shenanigans around the place. T'was fun hanging out again with everyone again like that, since I haven't spent time with Priscilla and Geni together since graduation last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-8246946951509366209?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8246946951509366209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=8246946951509366209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8246946951509366209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8246946951509366209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-good-at-this.html' title='I&apos;m not good at this;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-7470389053030954363</id><published>2008-12-02T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:22:44.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>making a comback;</title><content type='html'>I guess I'll try to do what Britney Spears is doing right now since I haven't been on this for quite a long long time. Comeback time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason why I haven't been on this is 'cos my life has been ridiculously busy, and I don't even have a slight minute to turn on a computer and check my e-mail unless I'm on campus. Luckily, today I brought my laptop, so I'm good. I got a job and the end of the semester is in about 3 weeks, next week being my last official week of classes before finals week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much special has happened in the past month, other than seeing Lykke Li on the 3rd, which I must say was an amazing show. The first two opening bands were pretty good, but Friendly Fires just had an amazing set. After the show, I couldn't get enough of them. Before the show, I had only listened to Paris, but after wards, I got hooked to every song they played. And must I add that the lead singer, Ed McFarlane, is quite a handsome dashing dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/11/l_13456c4f30134702b4fb01ac03250536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/11/l_13456c4f30134702b4fb01ac03250536.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/26/l_28a29e0549f74d009855292d6b932376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/26/l_28a29e0549f74d009855292d6b932376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lykke Li came out, it was simply amazing. Everything about her performance was amazing. And lastly she topped it off with her Can I Kick It? encore, chanting O-B-A-M-A at the end of her set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/57/l_624c9b5526cf463687da9488f9c4fdfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/57/l_624c9b5526cf463687da9488f9c4fdfc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more pictures on my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/flickr.com/nostalgianostalgia"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short clip I took before one of those pesky security guards made me turn off my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=46052046,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=46052046,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ended off amazing. I can't wait for Lykke Li to come back to LA, which I believe is around February. So for those of your who would like to witness an amazing show and admire the presence of Sweden's best, save your money to see Lykke Li at The Glasshouse in Pomona. I believe that the tickets for that show are much cheaper than last month's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't catch the MTV Woodie Awards, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; background-color: black; width: 423px; height: 365px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3fid%3D1599529%26vid%3D317979" allowfullscreen="true" base="." allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="423" height="318"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 2px; text-align: center; height: 47px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://woodies.mtvu.com/" style="color: rgb(215, 122, 68); font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;The 2008 mtvU Woodie Awards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought this was pretty wicked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; background-color: black; width: 423px; height: 365px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3fid%3D1599538%26vid%3D317049" allowfullscreen="true" base="." allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="423" height="318"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 2px; text-align: center; height: 47px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://woodies.mtvu.com/" style="color: rgb(215, 122, 68); font-weight: bold; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;The 2008 mtvU Woodie Awards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ezra Koenig, you're such a charming fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Vampire Weekend, they're actually playing at KROQ's Almost Acoustic X-Mas with The Killers, Death Cab For Cutie, and surprisingly enough, The Cure. I'm not that big a fan of the two other bands and the other bands that are playing, but as soon as I heard that The Cure and Vampire Weekend were on the lineup, I set up a mission to win tickets due to my financial state right now. [Note to self: never leave car keys in car again.] So if you want to go ahead and see them, save your money, and leave me to try an win them. (= I keed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in 22 days and I couln't be more excited. I love the holidays. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-7470389053030954363?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7470389053030954363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=7470389053030954363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7470389053030954363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/7470389053030954363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-comback.html' title='making a comback;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-629170724829926324</id><published>2008-10-24T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:57:20.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep sleep sleep</title><content type='html'>If you haven't checked out my links, then maybe you haven't heard about Wooster Collective. Wooster Collctive is "a celebration of street art", in blog form. Aside from going to their page to look at political satire in street art form, you can also find some interesting videos of art exhibitions and street art, which is pretty cool when you see people's reactions to some of the stuff on the street. Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1801878&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1801878&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1801878?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1801878"&gt;STEALING FROM THE RICH&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/above?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1801878"&gt;ABOVE&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1801878"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, international graff artist Banksy has come out again with another exhibition after his last show here in LA where he painted an elephant the color of room it was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/images/ele3.jpg" height="383" width="605"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time he's having his exhibition in NYC, in a little place called Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill. According to Wooster Collective, the pet store is located in the West Village of NYC in 89 7th Avenue between West 4th and Bleeker Street. So if you're anywhere around there, you should get your camera packing and go visit Banksy's pet store 'cos it's only going to be there until Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.woostercollective.com/villagepetstore-thumb.jpg" width="500" height="334"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little preview of what's going on in there. To me, it's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2000382&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2000382&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2000382?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2000382"&gt;NOTCOT: Banksy's Village Petstore &amp;amp; Charcoal Grill&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user412624?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2000382"&gt;Jean Aw&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2000382"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, do I wish I were in New York. California is killing me, and New York would just make me the happiest camper ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-629170724829926324?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/629170724829926324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=629170724829926324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/629170724829926324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/629170724829926324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-sleep-sleep.html' title='sleep sleep sleep'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-4000985421104087905</id><published>2008-10-21T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:09:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundanity at it's best;</title><content type='html'>Finally I have time. Last week midterms were so close to shredding me to pieces, but luckily I made it out alive. Thursday was my worst day, because when I was leaving to the train station in my mum's junky old Land Cruiser, the piece of crap decides to break down on my in the middle of the street. Luckily for me it was 6:30 AM, and there was no traffic. Still, I hated the fact that I was put in that kind of lucky situation. I called my dad and he picked me up to drop me off at school. I didn't think I was going to make it on time for one of my midterms, but I made it almost a quarter before 8 AM. If only making it early to class helped me on my midterm, I would've been the happiest girl ever, but I know it completely owned me. Blagh, at least this week is here and I don't have to deal with stupid stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is almost almost here! There's so many things to do, that I just don't know where to go. I want to go to Halloween Horror Nights, Knotts Scary Farm, and Shipwreck at The Queen Mary just to have random strangers in horrific costumes scare the living shit outta me. I'd also love going to some of the parties that are going on here in LA. If you don't have a clue on what you want to do Halloween night, check out &lt;a href="http://losangeles.metromix.com/bars-and-clubs/roundup/the-2008-halloween-party/622649/content"&gt;Metromix's 08 Halloween Party Guide&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you 21+ people, you should check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h225/tblake007/l_9b7838b2780b4b229bfeb877e51bbcb4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h225/tblake007/l_9b7838b2780b4b229bfeb877e51bbcb4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that it's 21+, that it's free, that it's in The Natural History Museum, and that it's right on Halloween night. What does a 4 year difference mean? Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are like me, I guess what we can only do is listen to Treasure Fingers and Midnight Movies, and maybe some Minitel Rose just to spice it up a bit on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3: &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/50159061e6151a7f/"&gt;Treasure Fingers - Cross The Dancefloor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3: &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/50159279af1a4eff/"&gt;Midnight Movies - Love or a Lesson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3: &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/5015939845c12a40/"&gt;Minitel Rose - Business Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/8/l_32b6f38ac9db467f8ba471db3dd85bf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/8/l_32b6f38ac9db467f8ba471db3dd85bf8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S,&lt;br /&gt;I hated to categorize my new issue of Nylon as junk mail today. For shame, why Paris? I just cannnot put myself to admire her one bit. And in the America Issue? I hate that she was even chosen to represent America in the issue. Nylon, I love you, but you have disappointed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-4000985421104087905?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4000985421104087905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=4000985421104087905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4000985421104087905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4000985421104087905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/10/mundanity-at-its-best.html' title='Mundanity at it&apos;s best;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-4465940631525824935</id><published>2008-10-08T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:14:00.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Fey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><title type='text'>Brought to you by a busy life</title><content type='html'>Some interesting things have happened since I last blogged, and it indeed has been a while. Plus, there's more interesting things to come. School has kept me at an all time occupied-mode, and the thing that sucks is that I don't have much time to socialize since I'm one of the many commuters of Long Beach state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal: Write a real blog this week. No more leaving it off at 'til the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO &amp;amp; a merry rest of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I'll leave you with my definite source of entertainment as soon as Tina Fey came back on SNL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48cd3b64ddb82bd0/48cd0cf97d529c95/be940ef3" id="W4727a250e66f972348cd3b64ddb82bd0" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48cd3b64ddb82bd0/48cd0cf97d529c95/be940ef3" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if IE]&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="W4727a250e66f972348ed90bfc7f88760" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48ed90bfc7f88760/4741e3c5156499a7/ccb47e7f/-cpid/99c40a5820955d91"&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;--&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48ed90bfc7f88760/4741e3c5156499a7/ccb47e7f/-cpid/99c40a5820955d91" id="W4727a250e66f972348ed90bfc7f88760" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bayimg.com/image/haldkaabf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bayimg.com/image/haldkaabf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sarah Palin, you betcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-4465940631525824935?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4465940631525824935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=4465940631525824935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4465940631525824935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/4465940631525824935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/10/brought-to-you-by-busy-life.html' title='Brought to you by a busy life'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-8733394927363938414</id><published>2008-09-14T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:40:02.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a gamer/non-gamer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://girlsofwar.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rock-band-2-tba-20080629094111871_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://girlsofwar.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rock-band-2-tba-20080629094111871_640w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really been intrigued by video games, nor am I video game fanatic.We only have an X-Box 360 'cos my little brother is a gamer, and we thought it would be a more fancy DVD, and plus, we could hook it up to our iPods. Now with the uproar in musical video games (i.e, Guitar Hero, Rock Band), I have been addicted to playing hours of the same songs again and again until I can finally play a song on hard and eventually on expert. Right now I have Guitar Hero 2, but now it's time for an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, CSULB had a Guitar Hero World Tour stage set up on campus, and everyone could come play and get free prizes. I went there out of curiousity, and as one thing led to another, I sang Living On A Prayer infront of tons of people with complete strangers. I triumphantly got a shirt and water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other songs on the set list that caught my eye were Everlong by Foo Fighters, Float On by Modest Mouse, Love Me Two Times by The Doors, and Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar. Still, I thought that Guitar Hero World Tour was a complete ripoff of Rockband. (I'm biased on this subject.) I decided to look up some of the details of Rockband 2, and I'm convinced that I'm going to spend $190 on it. The setlist looks so much better, and it even has some of the songs that Guitar Hero 2 has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the songs on the setlist that I can't wait to play:&lt;br /&gt;Interpol - PDA&lt;br /&gt;The Donnas - New Kid In School&lt;br /&gt;Silversun Pickups - Lazy Eye&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue&lt;br /&gt;AC/DC - Let There Be Rock&lt;br /&gt;The Go-Go's - We Got The Beat&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jett - Bad Reputation&lt;br /&gt;Motorhead - The Ace of Spades&lt;br /&gt;Rage Against The Machine - Testify&lt;br /&gt;Bikini Kill - Rebel Girl&lt;br /&gt;Foo Fighters - Everlong&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi - Living On A Prayer (Also on GH World Tour)&lt;br /&gt;Smashing Pumpkins - Today&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers - Give It Away&lt;br /&gt;Billy Idol - White Wedding&lt;br /&gt;Talking Heads - Psycho Killer&lt;br /&gt;Blondie - One Way Or Another&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Costello - Pump It Up&lt;br /&gt;Beck - E-Pro&lt;br /&gt;Devo - Uncontrollable Urge&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morissette - You Oughta Know&lt;br /&gt;Duran Duran - Hungry Like The Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tons of more songs, but here's a preview of what to expect from Rockband 2. All I know is that soon I'm going to have an excuse to bring people over to my house and spend all day in my living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-8733394927363938414?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8733394927363938414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=8733394927363938414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8733394927363938414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/8733394927363938414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-gamernon-gamer.html' title='I&apos;m a gamer/non-gamer.'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-5191488513814911458</id><published>2008-09-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:11:56.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DeVotchKa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokyo Police Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CityZine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre of Disco'/><title type='text'>Reporting live from the mind of a college student;</title><content type='html'>This life is expensive, to say the least. I used to complain about spending at least $80 per school year on books and at most $50 for uniform, and I guess I had nothing to complain about before. I guess financial aid is okay, but I've already blown away half of it in less than 2 weeks, and it's still going away. Now, I've become so frugal, I won't even buy food even if I'm on the verge of passing out while riding my bike to class. Nope, I'll wait to get home. Basically, for everything other than food, college has made craigslist, ebay, thrifting, and sales my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the commute is ridiculous. Driving a total of an hour, and sometimes even more depending on traffic back and forth to school makes me the most grumpiest person when I arrive home, and my parents are always complaining about my frequent naps. I should be dorming; really, I should, or at least live in an apartment here in Long Beach, Seal Beach, or by Belmont Shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday after class I stayed on campus for a while, and found &lt;a href="http://www.la.cityzine.com/"&gt;la.cityzine.com&lt;/a&gt;. I feel kind of late because probably everyone else has taken a look at the site, but I guess I'll catch up soon enough. Anyways, they're having free ticket giveaways to see &lt;a href="http://tokyopoliceclub.com/"&gt;Tokyo Police Club&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/devotchkamusic"&gt;DeVotchKa&lt;/a&gt;. Hopefully I get at least one or the other. Basically, all you do is reply to the post, and for DeVotchKa, you have to write which is your favorite instrument. If you don't recall DeVotchKa, you might have heard some of their tracks while you watched Little Miss Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deadline.nl/UserFiles/Library/Devotchka_BLD_HR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.deadline.nl/UserFiles/Library/Devotchka_BLD_HR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of shows, I have to buy my tickets to see &lt;a href="http://www.lykkeli.com/"&gt;Lykke Li&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happier camper now. Fall is right around the corner, and Southern California has become much much chillier. No more sweat, no more hyperventilation after riding my cruiser to class, and more layers to wear! Finally, I can wear my coats,sweaters, and scarves that have been stored in my closet. Cold weather, oh I have missed you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good song for a good mood and the good weather:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bourgeoisbogan.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.bourgeoisbogan.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/group.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=64831303"&gt;Theatre of Disco&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=check_download&amp;amp;ufid=R3oyL0dPYStkMnVGa1E9PQ&amp;amp;key=328898dcd4d6920a6a89ccafee28ac03547ff80d&amp;amp;bid=bVlCTXRVNkdUWUJMWEE9PQ"&gt;YOA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click YOA for download)&lt;br /&gt;Theatre Of Disco is one of my recently discovered bands from Australia. Their electrically delicious track that I've been hunting down from &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=3573"&gt;DJ Lady Byrd's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.whoneedsradio.com/mp3/robotrock22208.mp3"&gt;Live at Robot Rock &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whoneedsradio.com/mp3/robotrock22208.mp3"&gt;Mixtape&lt;/a&gt; (click for download), which is also pretty snazzy as well, is a new sound that has played on repeat on my head since I first heard it. Give these tracks a listen, and you'll be a happy camper just like me. (Disclaimer: Happy camper-ness not guaranteed.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-5191488513814911458?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5191488513814911458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=5191488513814911458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5191488513814911458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5191488513814911458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/09/reporting-live-from-mind-of-college.html' title='Reporting live from the mind of a college student;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-5968741009543503778</id><published>2008-08-26T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:44:02.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be clear to where you are going..."</title><content type='html'>I'm an environmental science and policy major. I love it. But before I told Long Beach State that I was going to major in that, I wanted to major in fashion design and merchandising. Yesterday in class I got a flyer on what are the opportunities that are in for fashion majors, and I found out that it's such a versatile major that can get you into many jobs. I think I'll take my first year to find out what I want to do, or many even my second, because my professor told me that in average, a college student changes their major about 3 times. Good thing I'm narrowed down to two. I also found out that there's going to be an intership week, and BCBG Maxazria is going to be recruiting interns from school. Maybe I'll give that a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a study abroad video in class today also, and in that instant, I made up my mind abut studying abroad. I don't know exactly where, but I know I have to do it. Sweden? Japan? Brazil? Argentina? New Zealand? Who knows...but I'm going no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already got my cruiser for school, and I've been riding it a lot in my neighborhood. Tomorrow I'm going to get my basket and my lights, so I'll pretty much have a pimped out ride.&lt;br /&gt;This is her....I just still need to name her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.copacabanabikes.com/catalog/images/tahiti-lady-vanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.copacabanabikes.com/catalog/images/tahiti-lady-vanilla.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, I'll take the train and my bike to school to avoid traffic and parking. Eh, I proabably should have took the train and my bike yesterday on account that Lykke Li played at Amoeba last night. I'll just have to wait til November to see her live, and maybe see her in Sweden if I decide to study abroad over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her new video. Something different from the regular Lykke Li I've seen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoQQ6Qed024&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoQQ6Qed024&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pick up my mail this past weekend, and I found the two recent Nylon magazines in a 10 pound stash of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;US Postal Service &lt;/span&gt;mail. Apart from looking through all the credit card offers, I was glad to see that Lykke Li was in the August issue. That girl deserves some good publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up a Lookbook account, but I don't have any looks to post up due to my lack of a digital camera. I don't want to flood my dad's camera with my camera-whore moments, and I haven't developed any of my film rolls, which has added up to almost 10 rolls. I need money for that, and the job hunt hasn't gone so good. This weekend when I was at a picnic by LB State, I dropped by Yogurtland to drop in my number so they could call me back for a job, and yesterday I passed by Trader Joe's to apply. I felt confident with the application and everything, until I realized that I had missed one math word problem and forgot to put my previous employer's number while I was driving back home. Waste of time right there. Now, I'm going to see if I can get hired at the Jamba Juice in Carson or Gardena, or at Starbucks. Wow, I'd imagine having the same job as my mom. "Wow! Baristas run in the family!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-5968741009543503778?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5968741009543503778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=5968741009543503778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5968741009543503778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5968741009543503778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-clear-to-where-you-are-going.html' title='&quot;Be clear to where you are going...&quot;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-974288252608472181</id><published>2008-08-25T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:52:47.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=3555194&amp;amp;albumID=1777994&amp;amp;imageID=45265253#a=1777994&amp;amp;i=40023362"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=3555194&amp;amp;albumID=1777994&amp;amp;imageID=45265253#a=1777994&amp;amp;i=40023362" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've finally found time to blog. For some reason, blogspot wouldn't load in Nicaragua, but now I'm good. Get ready for a big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last days in Nicaragua were allright, but nothing too fancy. I either spent them at home, at my dad's farm, or at my grandpa's farm, or around town. Either ones weren't so  fun, but at least I didn't spent them wasting time staring into a white wall and I got to take a pretty cool picture at my grandpa's farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SK2y8X5HQ-I/AAAAAAAAABY/iyNafZoPqPc/s1600-h/grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SK2y8X5HQ-I/AAAAAAAAABY/iyNafZoPqPc/s320/grass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237038691977216994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall grass like that is hard to find here in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airplane ride here was okay but extremely exhausting. In my original seat from El Salvador to LA, I was put in between two girls form UC Irvine that had gone to Ecuador to visit churches across the country with their church ministry.  I was hoping I would be put with someone who would at least be friendly and not drool over my arm while they fell asleep, and my wish was granted. But with my little brother being sick, I moved back to his aisle, and said aideu to the girls. Airplane food was good for once, and I was forced to watch spanish dubbed movies once more, but it was 27 Dresses, so it was allright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I came until my parents came here to LA last Wednesday, I was running errands like nobody's business, catching up on what I had to do for school, taking care of my ill little brother, buying food, buying stuff for college, and cleaning up my house like crazy. I even went to the Collective Souls yard sale with Jaime in Downtown LA and bought a new pair of shoes, lots of shirts,  new skirts, some accessories,  and a popsivle from the Hearts Challenger ice cream truck. I finally wasn't idle anymore and I felt glad that I was actually doing sometime with my time. When I cleaned out my closet, I found tons and tons of clothes and stuff I didn't need anymore, so I'm just going to give it to Goodwill or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to CSULB on the day that I had to pick up my parents to buy my university 100 textbook and met up with Ivan and Andrew, whom I met off of Facebook. We chit chatted, walked around campus,  drove Andrew to his apartment and drove Ivan back to the train station. It's really been a new experience meeting all these new people and getting new friends because in the begging of high school I really wasn't confident meeting new people.  Now...whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked up my parents around 2AM, I freaked out when I saw my dad in a wheelchair with a cast on his foot. My mom had told me that he was involved in an accident where a taxi knocked him off his motorcycle, but she said it wasn't that bad. Well, it was pretty obvious that it wasn't that bad after I saw my dad throw away his cast as soon as we got home. Simply an excuse to get pulled around in wheelchair throughout all the airports he passed to get here to LA.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to do much since my parents came now, but I'm hoping this week will be better. Sure, my summer was a complete trainwreck, but just because summer's over doesn't mean that I shouldn't give up on doing everything that was on my summer to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a gander:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WFPnl8aEPgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WFPnl8aEPgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the only video that's closely related to this blog. Hearts Challenger? HEARTSREVOLUTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day of school at Long Beach. As soon as my professor walked into the classroom, I was stunned by how quick he was on starting the class. He just passed out the syllabus and some handouts, wrote his name on the board, and started talking about what the class was about. Everything was so quick, and the professor dismissed us an hour early. We were somewhat startled by everything he was doing, that we just left back home in confusion. Since I had an hour left til I needed to get home, I went to Trader Joe's to apply for a job. People there were nice, and awkwardly enough there was a 5th grade math test on the application. I answered all of them, at least I thought so, until I was driving back home that I realized that I missed one word problem. Great. Waste of time right there. Tomorrow I'm going to go drop off my application at Jamba Juice, so hopefully I'll get that one.  Ugh...I hate job hunting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-974288252608472181?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/974288252608472181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=974288252608472181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/974288252608472181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/974288252608472181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/08/coming-to-america.html' title='Coming to America'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SK2y8X5HQ-I/AAAAAAAAABY/iyNafZoPqPc/s72-c/grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-6658012457231482653</id><published>2008-08-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:52:05.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alphatune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HARD Haunted Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1949 Philips Womens Bike'/><title type='text'>"looks like the Gods are shining upon you."</title><content type='html'>I'm still stuck in Nicaragua, and lately I couldn't be happier. I think I'm going through a happy phase. I've found a better bike to buy and then fix, applied to Free People at Del Amo and the Apple Store in Manhattan Beach, I'm nearly done with reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;, I might (emphasis on the might) be getting a new puppy, and I'm leaving back to LA in 9 days. All this is simply making me a very happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, today I found a new song that should be put as a background song for my life right now. If you're into Danish Pop female male harmonies, and feel like you belong in a happy dancing corny movie scene, Alphabeat is just the right band for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvD6maGRh7c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvD6maGRh7c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't some of those girls in this video look like the ones from that Nair commercial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a better looking bike in Long Beach on craigslist. It's a 1949 Philips, not sure of what model it is, but it's indeed an eye catcher. I'm good for paying $75, and I just need to give it a total overhaul. After that, this is what it's going to look like, only that it comes with a basket on the back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SJoqaXTZp7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i9xe3frwHLQ/s1600-h/PH_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SJoqaXTZp7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i9xe3frwHLQ/s320/PH_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231540549564606386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I have a reason to be excited? What would just make me jump off my seat would be getting an interview for a job at the Apple Store. I'm crossing my fingers for that one. [crosses fingers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm excited for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hardnewyearseve.com/HHM08/images/myspace-hhm-marquee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.hardnewyearseve.com/HHM08/images/myspace-hhm-marquee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, &lt;br /&gt;Happy HAPPY Birthday to my one and only love jitterbug, Jordan Laurence Digby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-6658012457231482653?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6658012457231482653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=6658012457231482653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6658012457231482653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/6658012457231482653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/08/looks-like-gods-are-shining-upon-you.html' title='&quot;looks like the Gods are shining upon you.&quot;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/SJoqaXTZp7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i9xe3frwHLQ/s72-c/PH_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-1633033708251107132</id><published>2008-08-04T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:44:54.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to do list for the rest of summer (updated):</title><content type='html'>-Get a fixie bike or beach cruiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to Blow Up LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to The Heist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get new bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to the beach with Karla and Luly to eat Cuban pastries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have a bonfire with Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Visit Andi at Fuzziwigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to Sunset Junction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Continue dieting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shop for new clothes for college (mall, target, and thrift shops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go watch The Dark Knight in Imax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go watch Pineapple Express with Geni and Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hit a visit to the LA River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Visit MOCA and LACMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to Little Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Visit Venice Beach and Santa Monica Pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get a Macbook for college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Draw all the ideas I came up with this summer on charcoal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Make clutch bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finish painting my homage to Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Visit Amoeba not just for their free shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Try and get down to 130 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meet strangers at parties and become more sociable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to We the People Festival so I can see Flying Lotus and go to a show again with Edwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Network more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Start saving up for a dj set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Find new artists to listen to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buy a new sketchbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to as many parties as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Start running and play tennis again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get a trim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Start walking Mamimi more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get retainers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shop in Downtown LA Saturday mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Visit The Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paint room new color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apply for more scholarships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if I'll do all of these things before I start school, but I've already wasted enough time over here in Nicaragua. I've been too idle over here, so it's just right for me to come back to LA with plans of doing all the things I can't do here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-1633033708251107132?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1633033708251107132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=1633033708251107132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1633033708251107132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/1633033708251107132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-do-list-for-rest-of-summer-updated.html' title='to do list for the rest of summer (updated):'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-5416481733182645519</id><published>2008-08-02T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:58:28.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I have my anti-diarrhea pills, so I guess I can eat that..."</title><content type='html'>I couldn't be happier with the fact that Nicaragua has Subways over here. My parents always decide to eat fast food which I don't even eat back in the states with the exception of In N Out. As I was waiting for Rodney to check in his flight to leave back to LA, I went to go buy a footlong, and I just had to be put in line next to this lady who said the funniest thing ever. "I think I'll take the tuna footlong. I have my anti-diarrhea pills, so I guess I can eat that." I'm pretty sure this lady was so comfortable with the fact that at most of the places she had been here in Nicaragua nobody spoke English, that she thought it was the same at the airport. Maybe I should have ordered my turkey footlong in English instead of Spanish and saved her from that awkward moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've noticed that I've developed some sort of obsessions, particularly with Demetri Martin and Lykke Li. Thank you Flight of the Conchords for introducing me to the charming, witty, palindrome obsessed, and ambidextrous Demetri Martin. Thank you MTV2's Subterranean for introducing me to Lykke Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my favorite videos from Demetri's live shows. Oh please Demetri, please come to LA soon. I'll be eternally greatful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0hUHDIOazIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0hUHDIOazIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8awDQ0bOig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8awDQ0bOig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Lykke Li, I've already introduced her in my last post. As if I wasn't amazed enough by her unique performances and talent, she comes out with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqh-8H6fhAg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqh-8H6fhAg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd thought I'd see the day when a Swedish girl would be making A Tribe Called Quest cover of Can I Kick It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, The Black Cab Sessions got Lykke Li to do a little performance of I'm Good I'm Gone. I just love how every performance she does is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8BelFFHpQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8BelFFHpQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a big red circle on my calender for when Lykke Li comes to perform at El Rey Theatre November 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...there's a new movie that's coming out that I'm definetely keeping my eye out for. And no, surprisingly it's not Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I already have that one on my checklist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MduLTMsUMg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MduLTMsUMg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist is coming out this fall, and it's the film adaptation of the novel. Unfortunately, I've never read it, so it's going to be another one of my summer books. The movie looks cute, and plus, Michael Cera is in it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, that's a lot of blogging to digest.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-5416481733182645519?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5416481733182645519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=5416481733182645519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5416481733182645519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/5416481733182645519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-my-anti-diarrhea-pills-so-i.html' title='&quot;I have my anti-diarrhea pills, so I guess I can eat that...&quot;'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-3887029207359075040</id><published>2008-08-01T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:27:22.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try too hard to have everyone like you.</title><content type='html'>Every time I have a dream, the ending always relates to how I wake up. I don't excatly remember how my dream ended today, but my dad started rubbing my nose because I unconsciously twitch it when I hear noises that are waking me up. Around 5am my nose began to twitch, and I had to hurry to get dressed immediately because we were heading to my dad's farm. My dad invited my other family from Miami to actually be there when the goat would get slaughtered. It's really sad to say that I've gotten used to that because since I was little, my dad has always had a special day at his farm where he invites the family and kills some sort of animal, be it a pig, cow, chicken, or goat. I stayed away, and took pictures of the week old piglets that run alone in the farm and the calves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back to my house over here, the town was in cahoots over the saint that they praise by dancing, drinking rum, and popping fireworks every July. This time, I decided to join my sister in the dancing parade, but I could not stand the vile stench of vomit from drunkards blended in with musty sweat and everyone pushing everyone around. It was a moshpit headed around town, and I just had to leave before I punched someone in the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firework show was ridiculously awesome. I cannot go about looking at a firework show without cracking my neck in a 90 degree angle and smiling the entire time. These fireworks over here were much bigger than the 4th of July fireworks in the states, and they had the whole town in "ooos" and "ahhhs" because they had never seen such fireworks. I'm upset I couldn't have taken my camera. Curse you pocket pickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran into my cousin Carlos on the way back home and decided to take him to the block party with us. For 20 Cordobas, which is a dollar over in the states, you could get into the party and get a free beer. The thing about Nicaragua is that there is no exact age limit to drinking, or even gambling. You can be 14 and buy a Pina Colada with as much alcohol as you want. You can gamble when you're 18, but if you look old enough, you're good to go. Either way, it didn't matter because I despise the taste of beer, and I'm a penny saver too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't try too hard to have everyone like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that in my honesty box on Facebook today. Call me egoistic, call me a narcissist, call me what you will, but I'm pretty sure I don't try hard to have everyone like me. If people like me, then that's on them. I cannot force them to like me. And why would I care if someone didn't like me? I have it confirmed that there are people that don't enjoy my presence for whatever case, but that doesn't bother me one bit. I'm perfectly fine with that. I think I'd be scared if everyone liked me. I'd probably be more anti social than I already am, which is another reason why I don't think I try hard to have people like me. I need that balance I guess. I think I'm actually pretty selfish when it comes to what other people think about me. I just really don't care. I don't know about you, but that's the way I see it. And if I fail to see that I actually do try hard to have everyone like me, then I guess I'm condemned for a life of ignorance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/lykkeli"&gt;Lykke Li&lt;/a&gt; - I'm Good I'm Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJHdT1j6hH8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJHdT1j6hH8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite live performances that she has had.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148984163606934435-3887029207359075040?l=depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3887029207359075040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2148984163606934435&amp;postID=3887029207359075040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3887029207359075040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148984163606934435/posts/default/3887029207359075040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depuisquejetaisenfant.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-try-too-hard-to-have-everyone-like.html' title='Don&apos;t try too hard to have everyone like you.'/><author><name>Priscie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439805989554072600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D67JrrSDBE/S393fmQGNGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uE2WMjaRV5Q/S220/4358999690_557606aa1c_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148984163606934435.post-5192452010542048170</id><published>2008-07-30T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:32:23.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I was a child...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting a new chapter, and possibly a whole new book in my life. More than a month ago, I was dealing with my last finals I'd ever take in high school, writing in yearbooks, and walking the stage to shake the school principal's hand and take my diploma. Next month, I'll be driving down the 405 in it's intense traffic to attend my first official college class at CSULB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood is a thing of the past now, and I'm now on to bigger, maybe smaller, but definitely better things. It's just right to start off this new stage in my life by starting a brand new blog. It's not my first time blogging. I've blogged on Xanga since 8th grade, but it's been more of a personal journal that I'd like to keep "on the down low".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this blog, I'll just write down my little and maybe exciting adventures that I have, missions that I bust, art I'm digging, tunes I'm listening to, clothes that make me want to shoplift, and the little things that I find amusing. Basically, anything I think is blog-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off this blog, I'll put up some pictures from my trip to San Juan Del Sur for your viewing pleasure. It's this lovely beach town smack dab in the border of Nicaragua and Costa Rica. If you stay there, all you would see are American, German, and Canadian tourists. I stayed at this nice resort a minute away from the beach shore with my fam bam, and it was truly a sight to see. 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