<?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-7239541390560712924</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:44:57.884-08:00</updated><category term='crash'/><category term='2009'/><category term='snow retreat 09'/><category term='UCLA'/><category term='food'/><category term='Eric Lin'/><category term='God'/><category term='kite runner'/><category term='Bird'/><category term='elections'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='braces'/><category term='snow retreat'/><category term='square root day'/><category term='timmychuangaroo'/><category term='End'/><category term='Tan lines'/><category term='before retreat'/><category term='lexus'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Brain Blast!</title><subtitle type='html'>explosive</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-2204673465829363272</id><published>2010-05-23T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:14:14.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraction to Pain</title><content type='html'>Do we put ourselves into situations where we suffer on purpose, but subconsciously? Sometimes, I feel like I allow myself to suffer because I know I can endure it. Like I can bear the pain, so I just take it in. But am I attracted to those types of situations? Like do I, without knowing or admitting it, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; it when there is a fear or uncertainty? When people endure pain, something inside feels good. It makes you feel strong and above it all. So do we put ourselves in situations where we can feel that bizarre kind of satisfaction? I don't know what I'm saying, but it's confusing to me. I mean, logically, one would stay away from things that might bring them suffering. But I think some people are drawn to a sense of unpredictability or pain. Sigh. So confusing. And if this is true, to what extent does a person continue this? To what extent does a person go before it becomes like abuse to oneself? I mean, someone who really loves and respects themselves wouldn't allow themselves to get constantly hurt, right? But at the same time...I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-2204673465829363272?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2204673465829363272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/attraction-to-pain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2204673465829363272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2204673465829363272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/attraction-to-pain.html' title='Attraction to Pain'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-2591535350888369259</id><published>2010-04-20T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:18:52.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever you say</title><content type='html'>It's interesting how quickly something that's taken so long to build up can crash and burn. And how long it takes to trust a person again after one swift stab in the back. &lt;br /&gt;that's kind of sad, in a way, how one thing can catalyze the explosion of what took ages to create. &lt;br /&gt;All things that go up eventually must come down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-2591535350888369259?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2591535350888369259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/whatever-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2591535350888369259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2591535350888369259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/whatever-you-say.html' title='whatever you say'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-1620943675651801773</id><published>2010-03-15T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:04:40.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Crocker is not too shabby.</title><content type='html'>Why is it that most of the time when I'm blogging, it's because I haven't been and Jason Ye reminds me to blog? (: Thanks Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a looong time since my last blog and a lot has happened. I don't even really know where to begin. I really should blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having a lot of trouble dealing with my fear of the future. I honestly don't know where things are going to go and it's really hard not having control over anything. Especially now while many seniors are getting either accepted or rejected from colleges, it's hard not to think about what it will be like a year from now. I know I want to go to an art school, but it's still difficult to imagine myself, miles from home, away from my family and friends, or at an art school. I don't know what I want to do and I don't know where I wanna be five, ten years from now. I don't really know and I try not to think about it just yet. I know that God has a plan for me, but it's just really frustrating to be blindly walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know why, but I subscribed to Chris Crocker on Youtube a couple months ago, and today, I was trying to figure out how to unsubscribe when his/her most current video began to play. It was actually a very interesting video because it was talking about whether or not opposites attract, and if they do, for how long. I think it's interesting to think about because you'd think that opposites would attract because they kind of balance each other out, but then eventually, wouldn't the differences end up outweighing the similarities, sparking arguments and potential breakup? But, at the same time, if you have people who are too similar, that can't be good either right? If two people who really liked people to listen to them were together, there would be no one to listen, and eventually, that would spark arguments and potential breakup too. &lt;br /&gt;But then, there's love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary.com : "a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person;&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that really is what love is, then I don't know how marriages could possibly last. I was thinking about what love was while I was showering this morning, and the best answer I could come up with was this:  Love is the willingness to accept and care for someone despite his/her shortcomings. It is also the willingness to change yourself and sacrifice what you value for the benefit of the other person.&lt;br /&gt;If this is what love is, then does it matter what kind of a person you are? Can a person's personality really come in between him and his love? Quite honestly, I find loving others extremely difficult. Like truly, wholly love them by my own definition. Really loving a person seems impossible, but then again, God loves each and every one of us completely and totally. So, I don't know. I don't know where I'm getting at.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;okay that is all for now. goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-1620943675651801773?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1620943675651801773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/chris-crocker-is-not-too-shabby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1620943675651801773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1620943675651801773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/chris-crocker-is-not-too-shabby.html' title='Chris Crocker is not too shabby.'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-1009252890786487643</id><published>2010-01-31T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:32:41.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a comment in my Honesty Box. It said this:&lt;br /&gt;" I thought Christians prayed to God and vowed to be good people. Since you go to church so much, I used to believe you were one of the good. I have learned that you are someone who goes to church on weekends and then forgets about it and hurts people during the rest of the week. I do not know if you even realize it. I do not think you do. Thanks for being such a great friend. Not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this, I could not help but start to tear up. My feelings are not hurt, and I cannot say that this person is a liar. Being a so called "once-a-week" Christian is what I promised myself I would not be since the day I realized what it meant to live for Jesus. The reason why I cry is because this is so, so true and I've been lying to myself that it wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;Even though I know I'm not perfect and I make mistakes just like anyone else, I can't deny that this is the truth. Whoever this person is, he/she saw right through me and saw what I so desperately tried not to see. If anything, I should thank this person because I've been so caught up in what's cool and what's not cool, my future, my friends, school, and so many other distractions. I've told myself time and time again that I'd live for Christ, yet did nothing to actually do it. Being a Christian is not supposed to be easy and I wanted to take the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;So all I can say to this person and to everyone who knows me is that I'm sorry. I truly have been living a lie and now that I see that, I'm sick of it. I sicken myself. I'm sorry if I've hurt you and I'm sorry that I got so absorbed in superficial things. And I'm especially sorry to Jesus that I haven't been living a life worthy of being called a follower of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, whoever you are, for helping me to see my stains. I'm only human and nobody's perfect, but now it's time to get back on track. Please help keep me accountable for the things I write today. I don't want to be two faced anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-1009252890786487643?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1009252890786487643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/untitled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1009252890786487643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1009252890786487643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-5556457840205454263</id><published>2009-12-31T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:52:45.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodBYE ohNINE ! (I'm hilarious)</title><content type='html'>Wow I can't believe it's almost the end of 2009! It seems insane all the things that have happened this year. And now it's all coming to a close. But with a new year comes new goals, new resolutions, and a clean new slate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESOLUTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Stop bad habits- I've had the same nail biting resolution since new years when i was in middle school. I have this wretched habit of biting my nails and cuticles and it's awful. And I often get real close to stopping, but for some reason, it always comes back. Perhaps this year will be better (: I WILL stop my bad habits by stopping myself when I realize I'm  biting, and buy some cuticle cream (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Have better prioritizing skills- I've realized that my prioritizes are pretty backwards sometimes. When it's late at night, instead of doing homework, I'm online chatting. Or when I have free time, I'm watching the latest episode of Gilmore Girls and not studying it up or refining my artistic-ness. Or, instead of doing devos, I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; (good grief. how bad can I get). I WILL prioritize my life in order of true importance and make my actions match it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Have no regrets- To be honest, at heart, I'm a bit antisocial. I don't always like to meet new people or be an outgoing person, and I've found myself getting a bit lazy. I used to force myself to talk to others and be sociable, but nowadays, I just let it slide, and because of that, I'll often think back to certain situations where I didn't do something, and regret not doing it. I WILL not allow myself to miss good opportunities or have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) love- I WILL love God and his people above all. Nothing's bigger than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay hopefully this will help me keep my resolutions. It's pretty hard to keep new year resolutions, for me at least, because I always forget them by February. Maybe if I make a big sign and staple it to my wall...&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;I got a twitter! Finally, I have decided to get with the trend, so if you have a twitter :&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/angeliinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a happy new year and see you in 2010! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-5556457840205454263?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5556457840205454263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-ohnine-im-hilarious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5556457840205454263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5556457840205454263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-ohnine-im-hilarious.html' title='GoodBYE ohNINE ! (I&apos;m hilarious)'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-2334168267999457533</id><published>2009-12-10T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:07:16.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO TIMOTHY CHUANG</title><content type='html'>A quick story featuring myself and (kind of) Mister Timmy Chuang. So today after my art class, my mom was running late to come pick me up, so I walked over to the Diddams next door to look around and stay warm/dry. After looking around at multicolored plates, balloons, and streamers, I found a rack labeled "Burts Bees". I LOVE Burt's Bees! It's basically this company/label thing that produces things like lotions, shampoos, chapsticks, face scrubs, blemish removers, body washes, cuticle moisturizers, and all sorts of other things. Not only are they really great, but they're all made from natural ingredients, too! It's fabulous. When I went to Mexico for a missions trip, I brought my Burt's Bees bug repellent and it worked so much! It didn't smell all that bad either because it smelled like some tree leaf or something. Anyways, so I saw this rack and I was like, "OMG! Burt's Bees! I love Burt's Bees!" So I was trying all this stuff because they had testers and everything and it was pretty great. After like five minutes, I had on chapstick, cuticle moisturizer, and facial lotion. Then I found a tube of "Shea Butter Hand Cream" and, immediately, I thought of my good friend Timmy Chuang. He has really dry hands and I've always been meaning to buy some good lotion for him. This seemed like the perfect opportunity! Especially since Timmy is very allergic to half of the world's foods (JKAY BUDDY!), this seemed to be perfect since it said that it was "great for sensitive skin" and "all natural". I was about to buy it when a thought suddenly popped into my head: "I wonder if it smells good?" So I casually open the tube and squirt some into my palm. It's really creamy and seems like it'd be a very good hand cream. I rub it into my hands and then lift them to my face. It smelled awful. Like someone puked into a garbage can and then dumped that into a blender with oil and whatever shea butter is and then blended it together. It was so bad, you have no idea. So I decided not to buy the hand cream because, for goodness sake, it was giving me a headache after one whiff. I've washed my hands close to 10 times since I got home, and they still smell like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized (or at least it seems this way to me) that the more often I blog, the shallower my topics become...hmm..that can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;kbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock the Beat - LMFAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-2334168267999457533?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2334168267999457533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-timothy-chuang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2334168267999457533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2334168267999457533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-timothy-chuang.html' title='HELLO TIMOTHY CHUANG'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-3239545133242869026</id><published>2009-12-08T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:21:39.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeeee</title><content type='html'>Hiphiphooray! &lt;br /&gt;My head hurts so much right now and my entire house is cold and my keyboard must be a tad bit messed up because I've had to retype this one sentence about 20 times already. Nevertheless, I'm blogging (: Yay for consistency! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humhumhum. I'm actually pretty brain dead right now so I can't really think of anything to talk about. I think I shall just ramble about one of my FAV shows EVERRRRR "Gilmore Girls"! Omygod. OMG! Gilmore girls is SO GOOD. I'm not even kidding! It teaches morals, it's funny, it's dramatic, it's interesting, it's characters are well written(unlike Grey's anatomy, in which all the characters talk the same way). It's just a great show all together. My goodness. I watch it like everyday now! It's that amazing! And I really really really love the character Rory. Omgoodness. She is sooooo pretty and really really smart and funny and wow I just wish I could be like her. Played by Alexis Bledel. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymakeover.com/appImages/galleryImages/Celebrity_Hairstyles/Alexis_Bledel+May_2005.jpg&lt;br /&gt;omg just look at her EYES. Omgoodness she is so beautiful. And I love her character. I'm seriously considering naming my future daughter(if I have one) either Rory or Lorelai. Oh my GAWD I LOVE GILMORE GIRLS. Everyone should watch it. EVERYONE. It is amazing. It really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So brain dead right now. I think I shall come back and edit this later because I'm sure its just FILL of errors. WHEEE HOW FUN. Okay goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-3239545133242869026?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3239545133242869026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/3239545133242869026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/3239545133242869026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheeeeee.html' title='wheeeeee'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-2660031171307990133</id><published>2009-12-07T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:34:39.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYMYMYHOWTHETIMEDOESFLY</title><content type='html'>I still cannot believe how time has flown out the window. I haven't blogged in AGES, yet it feels like not too long ago that I was typing into this familiar box. Either way, it's 12:04 am, I haven't finished my homework, finals are in two weeks, I have nothing specific to talk about, but I still feel like blogging. Perhaps it is because the Christmas season brings a thought provoking season for me, but I've found myself thinking aimlessly and the most random things instead of studying or being productive. Therefore, it seems as though blogging would be a good way to get some of these thoughts out of my head (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I've been contemplating a lot is college. What's funny is that my last post was about my decision to go to art schools instead of the usual university. However, the more I think about it, the more I simply cannot imagine life in college without a football team or a mascot or even a super social atmosphere. It's true! At least according to the research I've done, schools like RISD don't have much of a "party scene". Instead, students general just chill with the few friends in their classes and go "get a coffee" or something. I guess that sounds kind of nice too, but I feel like my dreams of college just don't seem to fit. I've immersed(whee! good word usage! :D ) myself in student government and leadership at Monta Vista, and suddenly switching to a life where that sort of thing is a joke seems...well, unthinkable. I don't know if it's worth it to allow things like school spirit, formals, and football games to play a part in my college decision, but it has definitely made me rethink my decision. As of right now, I really have no idea where I'm going. God hasn't really given me any distinct direction either, so I just feel like a wandering child, lost in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a happier subject, recently, I was reading my friend's blog when I found this little icon button thing on the top of the page that says "Next Blog&gt;&gt;". I had no idea about this, but this little button allows you to just skim randomly through blogs belonging to strangers! I read through a couple of them and you know what's crazy? 6 out of the 10 blogs I looked at where completely and utterly surrounding and about cats. That's right! Cats. Not even just cats in general along with information about other household pets, but these were blogs about like the 3 cats that the blogger owned and all the interesting little things that the cats did all day long. There were pictures of the cats, laying in the sun, or playing with a toy, or just sitting there, staring wide-eyed at the camera. I had no idea people loved their cats so much...pretty insane. There were other blogs about people's lives; there was one cooking/recipe one, and two that were book review blogs. That's pretty cool, that people can just read books and post their thoughts about them on their blog. I miss reading. I never have time to actually read a book on my own time that isn't required in my homework. Which makes me really sad. The last book that I completely that wasn't part of my school curriculum was Breaking Dawn. In like the beginning of sophomore year. That's pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is turning out to be one long post...I think I'll try to blog my other thought tomorrow. Unless tomorrow turns into another couple of months. In which case, I'll try to blog other thoughts in a couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Bedrock - Lil Wayne ft. Lloyd, drake, Nicki Minaj, Gudda Gudda, Tyga, Jae Millz&lt;br /&gt;omgOMG soSOOOO good (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-2660031171307990133?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2660031171307990133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/mymymyhowthetimedoesfly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2660031171307990133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2660031171307990133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/mymymyhowthetimedoesfly.html' title='MYMYMYHOWTHETIMEDOESFLY'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-1628655091548466844</id><published>2009-08-09T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:06:53.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>junior year</title><content type='html'>wow i have not written in a very VERY long time (:&lt;div&gt;thank you to jason ye for reminding me to update this blog-a-rooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I've been having a hard time trying to decide whether or not I wanted to go into art as in art school. In the end, I pretty much realized that no matter what I end up doing and where I end up going, it'll probably have something to do with art. so since that's the case, I might as well go to an art school right? that way, no matter what I end up doing, I'll love it and enjoy it. and I'll be good at it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After deciding this, schedules came. As i stared at my junior year schedule, I realized that, from this point onward until I graduate, everything I do will be because I want to do it. I no longer have to take Bio AP because 1. APs don't/won't do anything for me and 2. I don't have to worry about taking it in college. Same with Math. And for language, I've already finished chinese, so taking french would be just because I want to learn it. And for APUSH, there really is no incentive in terms of what I'll get out of the class. Other people would be excited to know that they will at least get some experience with the writing portion of the SATs, but that doesn't appeal to me at all. On the topic of SATs, I've been taking classes at Flex, but now, I don't even have to. The average SAT score at an art school is around 1600-1700...which is like my first diag score. So continuing the class is purely up to me. As in, I don't have to take it anymore, but I am because I want to try and get the highest score I can get. Same goes with class officer stuff. I don't need to put it on my college application anymore because it doesn't matter anymore. So doing any sort of leadership stuff is completely up to me. I feel almost too free, being able to simply choose what I want, not what colleges want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is all (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-1628655091548466844?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1628655091548466844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/junior-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1628655091548466844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1628655091548466844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/junior-year.html' title='junior year'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-2232903115195150601</id><published>2009-06-16T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:07:13.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='End'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>"the end is near"</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. It's really quite sad, especially since it's, what, the first week of summer? But yes, I am sick and I feel pretty awful and yes, I should probably go to sleep right now but:&lt;div&gt;1.) I need to prepare tomorrow's VBS skit's prop and inclass skit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I really need to blog this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I was just sitting at my computer, waiting for dinner, checking my email and gchatting when I saw one of my friends' status. It read "the end is near". It kind of freaked me out because this friend is the kind of guy who'd say things from God and they would then come true. I mean, I wasn't just freaked out. I was...well, I guess the best way to put it was I was scared. I was scared for myself and my friends and the people who don't know Jesus. I later found out that what he meant was that the end of college finals was near (and that it is already over), but I feel like him putting that status and me misinterpreting it must have been God speaking to me. I'm not going to lie, my life hasn't been on track for the past bit. In fact, I think I've definitely been falling away from God and just living my life the way I want to or the way someone of this world would. This incident got me thinking and revaluating what I do. I mean, "the end is near". Though he didn't mean it like that, it's totally and completely true. The end could be tomorrow or today or in 3 minutes. And now I know what it means to live in fear. Living in fear of God's greatness and his judgement. Many times, I just think "Oh it's okay, God still loves me." God may be a merciful god, but he's also a fair god. All this isn't new knowledge, but for some reason, it's hitting me a lot harder today. I mean, what would Jesus say to you or me if the end were tomorrow? What would he say when he looked at our lives? Would he say, "Good job, my faithful servant"? Or would he shake his head in disappointment? That's kind of scary to think about. Okay, I'm tired and I'm sleepy and I need to ponder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-2232903115195150601?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2232903115195150601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2232903115195150601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/2232903115195150601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-is-near.html' title='&quot;the end is near&quot;'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-1334376290771979652</id><published>2009-06-12T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:07:24.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lexus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Lexus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh dear. I haven't blogged in a very long time (: But now that it is summer, I'll probably start blogging a little more WOOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the first official day of summer. I didn't do much this morning, espeically since I'm grounded. But I'm really glad that summer is here because, though I didn't do anything, today was probably one of the chillest days I've had in a very long while. I'm also really happy that I've decided that I want to go into when I grow up because now I have some focus to what I do instead of walking blindly through high school. I feel very carefree (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my mom got a shiny, new Lexus about a week ago. It's realllyyy pretty and it's silver and it has all these craz-ay gagets that you'd expect to be in a spy car. It still has that new car smell and all the inside carpet is still nice and pretty. Everyone in our family has been scared to even leave one fingerprint on the touch screen, or even drink water in it. All in all, it's very awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, my mom was driving our her new car, and then it got hit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SjLFTP8dBOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gqlRu77yphs/s1600-h/noname+(60).JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SjLFTP8dBOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gqlRu77yphs/s320/noname+(60).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346552642130478306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, some lady appeared out of nowhere and "left turn"ed into our car. Now, there's a ridiculous dent on the back side of her car, the paint is all screwed up, the tire is like jammed into the car in a tilt-y way, and it makes a loud thumping, screeching sound when we drive it. It still kind of appauls me just how unbelievably unfortunate this is. I mean, my mom has driven the same old Toyota for close to 10 years now, and has never been hit. And now, when she finally gets a new car, a spectacular car (oh yes. spectacular), it gets hit almost right away. All of us are pretty depressed, but noone has sad as my madre. I feel bad, and it gets worse because, even though the car can still drive, my brother refuses to sit in it. He has really sensitive ears or something, so the noise bothers him to the point of tantrums. I don't really know. It just sucks, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to help my mom feel better, I'm wondering what kind of food makes people who are feeling crappy or in mourning or whatever feel better. Me, personally? Chocolate. It makes me feel better, though I don't know why. I know for a fact that my dad perfers carbs, like bread or crackers. My mom? Not sure, but I'm going to find out soon so I can make her some "cheer up" food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all for today. I love summer &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-1334376290771979652?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1334376290771979652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-lexus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1334376290771979652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1334376290771979652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-lexus.html' title='Goodbye Lexus'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SjLFTP8dBOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gqlRu77yphs/s72-c/noname+(60).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-6830385599746806493</id><published>2009-05-10T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:07:33.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tan lines'/><title type='text'>HAPPY MUMMSY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY MADRE DAY&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! yay moms around the world! &lt;div&gt;and just for mother's day, I google image searched "Mother's Day" and got this (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daemonstv.com/images/fox/mothers_day_08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woohoo! This is kinda awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I had a very interesting afternoon. Since it was sunny outside, I decided, "Hey! I should go do my homework in my backyard and tan at the same time!" So I grab my books and homework, and head outside with sunblock bottle in hand. After applying on loads of sticky lotion, I just sit back and relax. The neighbors next door are having their kids over for a Mother's day lunch or something, so I can hear them laughing and smell the BBQ they are having. The sun is just blazing down on me and the occasional breeze makes it bearable and really quite nice. Long story short, I ended up falling asleep with my textbook on my face. When I woke up about an hour or so later, I didn't think there was much of a difference. However, the second I walk into my house, Ashley says to me, "Whoa. You got a really bad tan line.." I look down and where my shorts end is a clear and defined line. My right leg's line is even wavy because I moved around while I was sleeping. I also got a weird tan line on my chest from the shirt I was wearing. Kinda totally sucks because now I'm going to have to tan again to get rid of these lines. Mehh. Oh well. It was nice outside today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't these pictures simply &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sensational&lt;/span&gt;? Sensational. That's a nice word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://taratutingalleries.com/"&gt;http://taratutingalleries.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mehh. the picture I put up before didn't work so here is the URL. Anyways, me Gusta (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, after the tanning business, I went outside to grab my stuff because I didn't bring them in when I woke up. I sat on the bench and just did not want to go inside. So so so SO nice out today! If you didn't spend some time outside today, I'm sorry. It was just a grand california-weather day. ANYWHOS. So I'm sitting on my bench when a dove starts making that dove sound. Or at least I think it was a dove. Anyways, it made a sound like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh-Oh-OOH-ooh-ooh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh-oh-OOH-OOH- (pause) -ooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I have no idea why. Maybe I'm going insane, but I was suddenly unbelievably compelled to make the sound back to the bird. And so I sat there, conversing with a bird, who, for all I know, may not have even heard me. OR maybe it DID understand me and that's why it kept singing/coo-ing/hooting/making that ooh-oh-ooh-ooh sound. I don't really know. I think today was the day I discovered the extent of my weirdness. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, tis all for now. btw, does anyone know where I can get soffe shorts? Thanks (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-6830385599746806493?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6830385599746806493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mummsy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/6830385599746806493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/6830385599746806493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mummsy-day.html' title='HAPPY MUMMSY DAY'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-4496073627545044874</id><published>2009-05-06T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:07:55.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>brad? is that YOU?</title><content type='html'>Wow, first post in a long time...yet again. oh well (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I was reading the 100 most influential people in TIME and I came across the obvious, mister "2nd sexiest man alive" (the 1st being George Clooney according to People or something), Brad Pitt. Surprisingly, the thing that threw me off the most wasn't that he was voted on as a philanthropist, but that I didn't even recognize that the picture was of him. I literally was like, "hmm...who is this guy-OMG. OH MYGAWD. BRAD??" Well, in my mind of course. I was so shocked. It seems that The Curious Case of Benjamin Button didn't really do him any good in terms of getting younger. Don't get me wrong, I love Brad Pitt. In fact, ask anyone who knew me in 6th grade. I seriously wanted to be Mrs. Pitt. It's kind of sad. Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is the picture that I saw in TIME, except that it wasn't covered in the writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.usmagazine.com/files/brad-pitt-b_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IKNOWRIGHT???? It's like the world is ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, I guess it only goes to show that you can't really count on anything in life. I mean, Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, John Travolta; they all were super hot, but now their...not so much. So who's the new "sexiest man alive"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) ZAC EFRON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) CHACE CRAWFORD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) MILO VENTIMIGLIA &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;But the other two are correct according to Seventeen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that issue, it said that Robert Pattinson was third and since I think that he's pretty ugly, I changed it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS. So these guys, they were all heart wrenchingly gorgeous, and now that that's gone, what is there? I guess what I mean to say is that this kind of puts things into perspective. Right now, things that seem so important and are life-determining, are they really? Because nothing lasts forever and if we bare that in mind, will our decision be different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEW BANNER PICTURE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dude. Holy frickin moly. Name's Lawrence Yang (HAHAHA.), 26 from SF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMAZING. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAZING &lt;/span&gt;artist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though a lot of this pieces have a similar tone and don't have that big a difference, there are a few that just blow my mind. My goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is doing okay these days. Weather's been kind of off, but it's starting to feel like summer nonetheless. I feel like everyone's just been really tired and drained and exhausted and lazy. And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;OMG. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;SWINE FLU. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about everybody go buy some purell and sanatize their hands and don't touch their faces and keep clean. YAY THANKS OKAY BYE STAY HEALTHY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-4496073627545044874?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4496073627545044874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/brad-is-that-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/4496073627545044874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/4496073627545044874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/brad-is-that-you.html' title='brad? is that YOU?'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-5560028785601315368</id><published>2009-04-12T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:08:09.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UCLA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kite runner'/><title type='text'>frighteningly happy</title><content type='html'>Wow I have not posted anything in a really long time! The past two weeks have been hectic for me because of class office campaigning. Throughout the week, it was really stressful, but I guess it all paid off (:&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY LATE EASTER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was easter Sunday, and as usual, we had baptism at my church (: It was so encouraging to see so many people profess that they believe that Jesus died for them and they want to dedicate their lives to Him. Awesomee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited for this summer! I got into this UCLA summer art program where you live on campus for 2 weeks and it's going to be awesome!! I'm mega excited and I'm glad I'm going to get this chance to experience what it'd be like to major in art. I really have no idea what I want to major in, though I do have some idea of what I would enjoy doing. Majoring in art would be really cool, plus I wouldn't have to worry about SATs or APs or GPA or whatever. Just my profolio and skill. But choosing between an art majhor and any other major is a really big decision because once you decide, you can't really go back. If I want to do art, I wouldn't take any hard classes or SAT classes or anything, and if I decide later that I want to do something else, I probably couldn't. Then again, if I want to do art, I have to decide like now because I'd need to get started on refining my skill and all that jazz. I don't know. It's a tough decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've realized that it really is easier to praise God when things are going as you want them to. Right now, I feel pretty, or at least mostly, content with my life, so I find it a lot easier to praise the Lord. But I know that if everything had gone wrong, it would be harder. This brings me to two points. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) The song "Praise you in this strom" by Casting Crowns. or "Walk by Faith" by Jeremy Camp. I feel like they are so meaningful. Even when it seems impossible to give thanks for what's going on in our live, we need to remember that God has a greater plan for us. When good things happen to us, it's even more important to give thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) In The Kite Runner (agh can't underlinee), this amazing book that I read when I was in middle school, didn't really get, then read again and again until I understood it, there is a part somewhere that basically says this. Amir's, the main character, mom is pregnant with him. She ends up having tea or something with a professor where she says that she is afraid because she is so profoundly happy. "Happiness like this is frightening...They only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something from you"(250). She later dies giving birth. So after reading that in the book, it's kind of stuck with me. Now that things are going quite smoothly in my life, I feel afraid...hmmm. Either way, Praise the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, at MV, we had this two day long assembly that was really really impacting, at least to me. If you weren't there or if you were and would like a recap, take a look at this Flash presentation by El Estoque. org!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://elestoque.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=362&amp;amp;Itemid=81"&gt;http://elestoque.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=362&amp;amp;Itemid=81&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the day&lt;/span&gt;: Poker Face acoustic by Lady Gaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's soo good! I loved the original Poker Face, so I didn't think acoustic would sound that great. But it does! It's amazingg!! Go listen! GOGOGOGOO!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-5560028785601315368?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5560028785601315368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/04/frighteningly-happy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5560028785601315368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5560028785601315368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/04/frighteningly-happy.html' title='frighteningly happy'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-5520278813251130544</id><published>2009-03-17T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:08:22.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><title type='text'>slimy but amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/ScBpGI4aeZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L6AcOSSdsug/s1600-h/noname+(47).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/ScBpGI4aeZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L6AcOSSdsug/s320/noname+(47).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314363114481416594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where do I begin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd grade, I got a "retainer" in my mouth that was basically a mass of twisted wires strapped to the bottom of my mouth that prevented me from being able to consume foods that fell under it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd grade, I got my "braces", which back then were actually only brackets. I remember feeling so cool because I was the only one in my class who had braces. Plus, they were glow in the dark blue! Except that they didn't even glow in the dark. But whatever (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th grade, I got my wires and the pain that had just been brackets making tears in my lip became sore-ness from my aching teeth. Still, I was proud to be the braceface because, you know, it was pretty cool, wasn't it? In fact, I distinctly remember wondering if people could get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt; braces. Like braces that you could wear after you didn't need braces anymore. Braces were just that cool! I didn't want to ever get them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th grade, I get my braces off. Slightly depressed from the separation, I considered getting a tatoo that looked like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---n-n-n-n---     except that the "---" are lines and then "n" are black boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite my sadness, it was pretty fun having people notice that I had gotten my braces off, and even better when I got my retainers! They were like braces that you could take off!! And this time, they really WERE glow in the dark blue (: oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th grade, BRACES AGAIN! The metal was back, except this time, they didn't seem that awesome anymore. Partially because they hurt more than they were cool, and partially because some of my friends were beginning to get their braces off...I wonder when I'd get mine off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th grade, rubber bands! Braces have just been upgraded to a new level. With stretchy bands that managed to grip my jaws together, could things get any better? Yes. They could. Because, as it turns out, there are 3 levels of stretchy-ness to these rubber bands. And when I finally reached the 3rd level, I realized something. Rubber bands suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th grade, the othro tells me that the rubber bands don't seem to be working all that well. (That's probably because I stopped wearing them after I realized they sucked.) So, out come the rubber bands. In go the springs. I got giant, cylinders of retractable steal on either side of my mouth. Not only did they jut out and make my smile look rectangular, but I really couldn't eat anything without losing about half of it in the growing and shrinking springs. I don't think I went a day without feeling some sort of pain. By now, many of my friends had gotten their braces off. And that's when it happened: I hated braces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10th grade, the springs came out and got traded for rubber bands again. First two, then four, then five, then four, then one, then two again. Then, one day, my ortho said some words that made me feel like there was hope. "Okay, if you promise to wear your rubber bands 24/7 until our next appointment, I'll take your braces off." OH MYGOD. OHMYGOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, March 17th, I got my braces off, once and for all! So, so so happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to flash my mouth to the entire world and say through clenched teeth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"LOOK AT MY TEETH! LOOK AT MY TEETH!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man. I feel awesome (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-5520278813251130544?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5520278813251130544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/slimy-but-amazing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5520278813251130544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5520278813251130544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/slimy-but-amazing.html' title='slimy but amazing'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/ScBpGI4aeZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L6AcOSSdsug/s72-c/noname+(47).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-6237190025173811525</id><published>2009-03-03T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:08:34.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='square root day'/><title type='text'>What's the square root of 2401?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/Sa36YRBY2CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/l44g2j0Gdts/s1600-h/squarerootday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/Sa36YRBY2CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/l44g2j0Gdts/s320/squarerootday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309174830532712482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/Sa35uGKLK-I/AAAAAAAAALo/vJJf_GfrrT0/s1600-h/squarerootday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY SQUARE ROOT day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hello. I'm not a freak. I'm not a math nerd who likes to keep track on which day is square root day. But, in lit today, our teacher told us that today, 03/03/09, is square root day and that square root days only come like once every like...long time. Like the next square root day that will occur is in like...7 YEARS. and and the next 03/03/09 square root day will be in like...100 YEARS!! So I figured it was worth mentioning in my blog, seeing that the next time I'll mention it will be when I'm...a GRADUATE STUDENT. Now, that's a scary thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, even though I'm not Catholic, I do lent every year, like a lot of my other brothas and sistas. However, instead of lenting meat once a week, I lent something that I feel will be really hard for me to give up so that, when I'm tempted to do it, I pray to God for his strength to overcome the temptation! Here are the things that I am lenting this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gossiping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popandpolitics.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/gossip-girl19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;omg. Chace looks so good in this picturee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; youtubing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://utubeblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/youtube-president-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; junk food-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_217/11973637883ftwg6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kind of sad, but I admit, I've already failed two of the three. I've accidentally started gossiping with friends an estimated 5 times already since lent started, and I've also given into the awesomeness of junk food, telling myself that, "No, popcorn is good for you. It's corn" and that "Well, it's because you're&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; really &lt;/span&gt;hungry right now." Sigh. I feel quite bad about this. At least I haven't gone on youtube yet! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's encouraging...a little...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went over my texts this month. By 195 messages. which adds up to $19.50 worth of texts. Not to mention the additional costs of using the internet with my phone, except that all the times I used the internet was because my butt decided to sit onto the button that goes on the web. Thus concluding that my mom is not very happy about my texting habits. Oh well, I'll just text less I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a job! I get paid $10 an hour to tutor this little boy math and vocabulary. Math as in the stuff I'm good at as in not the stuff I'm learning in school as in like two digit addition. And vocabulary as in nonSAT words as in words like "crops" and "grumpy". Oh the good ol days. Back when I was good at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, in my chinese class, we got a new vocab word that, if I could type chinese on my computer, I would show you all. But the pingying is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;shi fen kai lang&lt;/span&gt; which means "bubbly and always happy". My teacher said that, in the whole class, she thinks this word describes me the best. I was like "HUH?" I didn't think she would say me, but it really made my day and it makes me want to be bubbly and always happy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that, if I said something encouraging or compliment someone everyday, just one thing, it would make things a little brighter. So I think I'm going to get into a habit of doing that and then maybe someday, I'll just say that sort of thing naturally and I'll just start looking for the good in everything and then I'll become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;shi fen kai lang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sounds like an awesome plan, Angeline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the day: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Chasing Pavements&lt;/span&gt; by Adele &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link to GOOGLE which happens to have a link to youtube for the video, but I didn't go to the link so I didn't break my fast! WOOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1GGLS_en___US313&amp;amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=chasing+pavements"&gt;http://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1GGLS_en___US313&amp;amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=chasing+pavements&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like this song. I heard it on the radio one day and was like "hmm...I like this song" But I didn't understand the lyrics, so I looked it up and they are actually really sweet. I won't give it away because you should listen to it and try to figure out the meaning first, and then look it up. It's a lot more fun that way (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my webcam back so I think you should webcam me! BD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all I have to say. Happy square root day. Go drink root beer out of a square glass. That's what Ms. Brashears said to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7239541390560712924-6237190025173811525?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6237190025173811525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-square-root-of-2401.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/6237190025173811525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/6237190025173811525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-square-root-of-2401.html' title='What&apos;s the square root of 2401?'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/Sa36YRBY2CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/l44g2j0Gdts/s72-c/squarerootday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-1866533732444880250</id><published>2009-02-23T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:08:46.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Lin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>Post Snow Retreat Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SaNNKoEDlcI/AAAAAAAAALI/XhEPg66B7S0/s1600-h/n760955098_5788829_2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SaNNKoEDlcI/AAAAAAAAALI/XhEPg66B7S0/s320/n760955098_5788829_2032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306169630921037250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was and is the first day after break. School of course is pretty suckish as usual, but I got an unusual request from a dear friend, asking me to update my blog. And that's when i realize, "Oh dang. I haven't written in a really really long time." So! Here I go!&lt;div&gt;I think the main reason why I didn't want to blog was because of some unfortunate news we heard while at snow retreat regarding a friend of mine, Eric Lin. I wrote a note on facebook about it so here's the link and yall can go read it when you have time because I'm not going to spend time repeating it and getting depressed ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=55774427236&amp;amp;id=760955098&amp;amp;index=0"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=55774427236&amp;amp;id=760955098&amp;amp;index=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the time when I wrote this note, I was still processing everything. This is the first death that has occurred in my life and it sucks because it wasn't even like Eric was my grandpa or something. What I mean is he was so young. Just a soph like me. And I guess it just goes to show that we really don't have all the time in the world. And what seems so important to us right now, like that one project due this week or what that one guy or girl thought of you today, they really aren't that important. Like when Ms. Scott's husband passed away, I couldn't help but feel sad and sorry for her, but when she said for us to go back home and hug the ones we love because we just don't know how we have with them, it didn't really hit me. I knew what she was saying, and I knew that we should do what she said, but it didn't actually click. I just thought, "oh okay." I guess it takes the actually thing to get me off my feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric has taught me so much this retreat, possibly more than I have ever learned at a retreat, about myself, about my peers, and about life. When everything is stripped away, it all comes down to our lives after death. Everyone lives after they die, it's all a matter of where they will spend eternity. We really have no idea when our loved ones will be taken from our lives and it's scary that everything we say to someone could be the last words they hear from us. I remember watching this Grey's episode where this girl got into a car accident because her sister was driving and being stupid and she was going to be late to her competition or something and she and her sister were yelling at each other, yelling about how they hated each other. And then finally, they bring the sister who drove to get a scan or something and while she's leaving, her sister's yelling "I HOPE YOU DIE!" and guess what. That sister dies from bleeding in her brain. She was brain dead and her sister wouldn't or couldn't forgive herself for letting her last words be I hope you die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Eric's memorial, his dad shared that he was never afraid to hug and kiss him mom in public. He'd always tell him mom that he loved her and I'm so happy that he did. When was the last time you told your parents that you loved them? For me, we don't really say this sort of thing that often to one another, but no matter how awkward it'll be, I'm going to try really hard to make it a habit. To tell my parents and my sister and my brother that I love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into snow retreat not really expecting anything. In fact, I had just been waiting for God to just shake me up and throw me around so that I'd rekindle a fire for Him. So I didn't think anything would happen that first night. MAC, our awesome speaker, told us one the first night about something that happened when he was 15. He had gotten into a fight with his friend, who was in track as a pole vaulter. They argued and weren't talking for about a week when one day, his friend comes up to him and is like "did you hear about what happened to so and so?" and MAC was like "no what happened." and what happened was that this friend had some sort of freak accident where he got launched into the air but missed the mat and broke his neck. MAC said that he replied in his pompous attitude, "He'll live." and his friend told him "Dude, he's dead." I remember thinking, "wow. I have no idea how I'd deal with something like that." That was the night I found out about Eric. It's kind of crazy how God knew just how hard my heart had become. He know better than I knew that Eric's death was just what I needed to get back on the right track, my wakeup call. I think it was a wakeup call to everyone who knew him. Eric was an amazing person who left a mark in the lives of all who encountered him. He had a silly sense of humor and his voice was ridiculously distinctive. He was also a really loving and caring guy who was easy to talk to. Driven and goal oriented, Eric captured the hearts of all his friends and family. I'll miss him, but I know I'll see him soon. And when I do, I'll thank him for the lessons he has taught me and the memories he has given me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Wow. I just realized this was a insanely long blog post that was kind of scrambled up. Sorry about the ranting everyone (: ily all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-1866533732444880250?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1866533732444880250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-snow-retreat-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1866533732444880250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1866533732444880250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-snow-retreat-thoughts.html' title='Post Snow Retreat Thoughts'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SaNNKoEDlcI/AAAAAAAAALI/XhEPg66B7S0/s72-c/n760955098_5788829_2032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-1041851638031031524</id><published>2009-02-14T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:08:57.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before retreat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow retreat 09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow retreat'/><title type='text'>Twas the night before snow retreat</title><content type='html'>Snow retreat is in exactly 8 hours and 50 minutes. I feel like my whole body is pulsing with excitement for what's to come. Every snow retreat I've attended since 7th grade has been an unforgettable experience for me and I know that God always reveals something to me in a special way when I'm off and away from my hectic life. Although it seems as if I should be completely thrilled to be going in a few short hours, I find it hard to say that there aren't any things that I am dreading. I feel so excited, but at the same time, I feel scared for not only the next few days, but the days after retreat. I've always found it hard to return to normal life after a snow retreat because of spiritual highs and a feeling of aloneliness when not surrounded by fellow brothers and sisters. I guess it is all a bittersweet experience. I fear for the interactions people will have with each other because they could very likely determine the course of someone's life on earth and after. I fear for the Devil's specialty: distraction, because I know how it can take away from the ultimate message God is trying to send to each and every one of us. I fear for the conditions we will face, especially with the insane weather we are having. I fear for those who will become believers, for I know how tough it is to continue a growing relationship after a retreat with God. I fear for the first three types of soil, because no matter which one you are, it is going to be painful somewhere along the way.&lt;div&gt;I guess the only thing we can do now is put all our hopes and fears into the hands of God and trust that He knows what is best for us all. Perhaps we will never know his ultimate plans, but the fact that He has one is comforting nonetheless. Please continue to pray for snow retreat, no matter where you are or what time it is. Pray for retreat and the outcome of it all after we have returned, because the most important things occur after what seems most important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-1041851638031031524?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1041851638031031524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/twas-night-before-snow-retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1041851638031031524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/1041851638031031524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/twas-night-before-snow-retreat.html' title='Twas the night before snow retreat'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-8552633228695809734</id><published>2009-02-08T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:09:06.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>zOMGGGGG :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;zOMGGGGG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;SNOW RETREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;IS IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;6 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;HOLY COW OMGGG RIDICULOUS OUTRAGEOUS OUTLANDISH LUDICROUS MIND BOGGLING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;aw jeez. please please please pray for snow retreat. the speaker. the kids there. the planning. registration. worship. skits. games. cabins. counselors. pray for the weather. pray for our safety. pray that God would touch people's hearts and lives throughout those 4 days. pray that no one would feel like an outsider, even though it’s going to be 140-150 kids there. pray for everything!! omgoodness. its is so surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;OMGGG I FOUND THE BEST LINK EVER SO THAT ALL YOU NON-MVERS CAN GET A FEEL OF WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT! and for all you MVer who were there, you can reminisce of what happened that night. and for you lynbrookers. well. yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;GO HERE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://elestoque.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=287&amp;amp;Itemid=79"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://elestoque.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=287&amp;amp;Itemid=79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sweetnessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-8552633228695809734?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8552633228695809734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/zomggggg-d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/8552633228695809734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/8552633228695809734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/zomggggg-d.html' title='zOMGGGGG :D'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-5077354103668684897</id><published>2009-02-03T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:09:14.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>I scream for ICE CREAM!</title><content type='html'>So I guess I've been thinking a lot about relationships recently due to multiple incidents and I remember talking to my friend about it to hear his point of view, but I kept forgetting to post about it because there were always other things to post about before the blog got too long. So anyways!&lt;div&gt;We were talking about relationships and whatnot, and basically, my friend did not believe in high school relationships. He said that there wasn't a point in having a boyfriend or girlfriend during high school because couples will eventually break up anyway. My view was that although there is the possibility of breakup, there isn't any harm in having a boyfriend or girlfriend because it kind of helps you learn before things start to get serious. Everytime someone gets into something, they will definitely learn a lot about themselves and the other person. I don't know if I'm making any sense, and I don't know if this is going to make things more confusing, but I'll use the analogy of like....well, ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so the way I think of it is let's say, eventually, you'll have to only get to eat one type of ice cream ever. Ever ever. Only one flavor. For the rest of your life. So my philosophy is if you find some flavors now that you like, you can try them for a period of time and see what it's like. If you find out that you get really really sick of that flavor really really fast or if it gives you stomach aches, then you know not to choose that one later when it counts. But let's say you get extra lucky and find the flavor that you want to live with for the rest of your life, then way ta go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, on the other hand, (although he kept telling me to stop talking about guys like they're ice cream) thinks totally different. He believes that we are always changing when we are in high school, and that it doesn't make sense to choose flavors when you're preferences are going to change year by year. One day you might hate one flavor, the next you can't get enough of it. So why not wait until you know exactly who you are and realize this is the way you're going to be, then pick your flavor. By then, you'll know yourself well enough to know what flavor would suit you the best. This way, no one gets hurt for stupid reasons and less drama for you during high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that is pretty true in some aspects, but I still stand for what I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other friend who's a girl is pretty much the opposite of friend #1. She believes that, while you're in high school, you should just try as many flavors as you possibly can. It doesn't matter if they don't even taste that good, as long as you try it. And when college comes or when it's time to get serious, then you can start choosing with a forward looking mindset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships...it's so interesting to hear people's thoughts and views on the topic. And sorry if I have offended anyone by consecutively using the ice cream analogy. IT'S LIKE AN EXTENDED METAPHOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:x-large;"&gt;11 DAYS TILL SNOW RETREAT!!!!!! OMGGG!!!! YAYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;oh goodness. oh my. oh dear. oh frickin. oh man. oh gosh. oh crap. oh me. oh contr-air. I don't know how to spell it or what it means. okay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-5077354103668684897?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5077354103668684897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-scream-for-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5077354103668684897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5077354103668684897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-scream-for-ice-cream.html' title='I scream for ICE CREAM!'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-5485024383267441814</id><published>2009-02-01T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:09:23.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>Rin on the Rox</title><content type='html'>So I found these videos on Youtube the other day of these two girls who sing in the bathroom. And they are AMAZING. Seriously! They were even like given a shoutout from Ellen on the Ellen Show! They are that good. SO! Now I'm going to share with you their amazing voices. And if you are they R&amp;amp;B type like me, you'll love them even more (:&lt;div&gt;kthxbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIl5Ztj8tyQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIl5Ztj8tyQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"We Belong Together" by Mariah Carey!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ho-RaVagVAM&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ho-RaVagVAM&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"If I Were A Boy" by Beyonce!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkiNCO4sWjo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkiNCO4sWjo&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Miss Independent" by Neyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY HAPPY SUPERBBOWL SUNDAY! BYE!&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-5485024383267441814?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5485024383267441814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/rin-on-rox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5485024383267441814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/5485024383267441814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/rin-on-rox.html' title='Rin on the Rox'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-4230597778198125430</id><published>2009-01-30T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:09:31.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>SCORE BOARD SCORE BOARD!</title><content type='html'>Today was our Varsity Boys Basketball game against Lynbrook and it was seriously inSANE. When I arrived, the stands were already almost full from the girls basketball game that was before, a gathering of watchers, some enthusiastic and some just sitting there. As the game finished up and people prepared for the upcoming game, things started to get crazy. Lynbrook's stands started to fill. They had their cheer team on the left side and everyone else clumped together behind a cardboard ship with "VIKINGS" painted in red on it. Students wore viking hats and brought out those balloons that clowns make balloon animals with, ready to pop when the game started.&lt;div&gt;Sound intense? Not as intense as our side! Our gatherings soon became a crowded sea of purple and gold, standing on the beachers and cheering like crazy! Our stands were so packed that cheer had to stand on the Lynbrook side and, nearing the end of the game, people were standing in the door to the student center because there was no room. Our mascot was running around at the bottom of the stands followed by Lucia with a giant flag that said "MATADORS" in purple and gold. Neil, ASB VP, lead the crowd in cheers that pumped up the crowd. I've only been to one other MV basketball game, and it was NOTHING like this. If you haven't been to a game, I highly HIGHLY suggest you go because it seriously is an experience that is indescribable. The cheers, the hype, the game! Everything was going so fast, so many funny moments, everything was just made me feel like nothing else in the world mattered more than how the ref didn't call that one fowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Best Sasha quotes of the night would have to be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynbrook: "OOH! AH! YOU WISH YOU WERE A VIKING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sasha: "...uhm. why would we want to be smelly fat men who travel the seas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sasha: "OH COME ON! Cmon ref. Don't take out your hair loss on us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha oh I just love Sasha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Best moments of the night would have to be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(score: MV-45/ Lynbrook- 21)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynbrook: "OOH! AH! YOU WISH YOU WERE A VIKING!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two seconds later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MV: "SCOREBOARD SCOREBOARD!" while pointing to the scoreboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynbrook: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spirit fingers&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whooshh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OH-VER-RAY-TED!"*clap clap clap-clap-clap* x10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20 seconds on the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"DRIVE-HOME-SAFE-LY!" *clap clap clap-clap-clap* x100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15 seconds on the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NA-NA-NANA. NA-NA-NANA. EY EY EYY. GOODBYE!" X1000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, indeed these are those "you had to be there moments". So! You should be there next time if you weren't there this time! Go to MV sporting events! They are actually amazingly fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size:x-large;"&gt;14 DAYS UNTIL SNOW RETREAT!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ortho said that if I wear my rubber bands 24/7 until March 17th, I will get my braces off on the 19th!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! If you ever spot me without rubber bands on, just say "Angeline, when do you get your braces off?" and then I'll love you forever (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;word/phrase of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; Spirit fingers&lt;/span&gt;:(n.)- the act of putting one's arms up and wiggling their fingers while hoping with all their mind that the bball player makes the basket during a free throw; often results in the player making the free throw and the crowd going wild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;song of the day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream big- David Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I love that song. It's so inspirational (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Thing of the day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pastel pink tshirt&lt;/span&gt; that we have to wear for the Dance showcase. They are awfully pink. Like ridiculously pink...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food of the day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;/span&gt; because we found a whole bag of them in leadership that we were supposed to use during Back in Action week. It was fun throwing them at Ashley while she was stick in the 09's 9. Silly Brad (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Color of the day:&lt;/span&gt; I'm thinking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PURPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-4230597778198125430?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4230597778198125430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/score-board-score-board.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/4230597778198125430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/4230597778198125430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/score-board-score-board.html' title='SCORE BOARD SCORE BOARD!'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-418640985678250886</id><published>2009-01-27T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:09:40.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>Crossing the line&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Today, in Leadership, we did our yearly crossing the line activity. I remember doing it last year and really enjoying it because it really opened my eyes to the troubles my peers must face throughout high school because it was my first year. I guess in a way, it was like an insight into what my next 4 years might look like.&lt;div&gt;The results to many questions surprised me and made me really rethink how I live my life everyday; how we affect those around us. It was the first time I thought seriously about the choices people make and the reasons behind them. In a way, now that I look back, it feels like all that wasn't really connected to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, however, was a completely new experience. The questions ended up hitting a lot of strings deep inside me that I guess have been aching for my whole life. As the class crossed the line, I felt constant floods of crazy emotions. It was like an insane love/crying fest in that room. Everyone was so authentic and human, feeling the same feelings, walking through the same movements. In that moment, I don't think anyone felt alone because we were all so like there for each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end, I felt like a bundle of emotions and sitting in that circle, watching people I looked up to share and just open up was so inspiring and touching. So many stories and thoughts that were shared, I'd never thought that would come from those people. I guess this just shows how easily I judge and like shove masks on people...if that makes any sense. Like I would have never guessed that so many people that I interact with everyday have gone through or still go through so many crazy experiences. People I thought were rock hard, I saw crying and just letting go. It makes me feel really happy that we can all be so genuine with one another, like a real family (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class ended and it was lunch, I was kind of still overwhelmed by all the stuff that had happened along with the "strings that had been hit". I am so thankful for those friends who listened to me spill my guts while crying like a maniac. I know I can trust them with my secrets and for their shoulder to cry on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today really was an unbelievable experience that I won't ever forget. Sharing it with Leadership was the best part of all (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-418640985678250886?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/418640985678250886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/crossing-line3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/418640985678250886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/418640985678250886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/crossing-line3.html' title='Crossing the line&lt;3'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-9216554244261006382</id><published>2009-01-22T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:09:48.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>Oh silly people who can't do jumping jacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A list of videos that simply warm my heart (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5W58LoiSEQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5W58LoiSEQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;best thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1NnyE6DDnQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1NnyE6DDnQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even bester thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKPkd3LKz0k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKPkd3LKz0k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a continuation of the even bester thing ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only i knew how to put the actual video on here instead of the URL ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-9216554244261006382?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9216554244261006382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-silly-people-who-cant-do-jumping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/9216554244261006382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/9216554244261006382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-silly-people-who-cant-do-jumping.html' title='Oh silly people who can&apos;t do jumping jacks'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239541390560712924.post-6335947746051365229</id><published>2009-01-20T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:09:56.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timmychuangaroo'/><title type='text'>Word Vomit</title><content type='html'>Yay! First blog ever!&lt;div&gt;Okay so I'll start out with Hello. I'm Angeline. I'm starting this blog because I've always wanted one but never really got it going. Hopefully, I'll be able to update it at least weekly with some random thoughts and such. I named my blog "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;word vomit&lt;/span&gt;" partically because it was said in "Mean Girls" and i LOVE that movie, and partially because it basically means to blurt out something that you didn't mean to say or shouldn't/wasn't supposed to say. For example, saying "YOU'RE IN A WHEELCHAIR" to someone in a wheelchair would probably be counted as word vomit. Anywho, just looking at that will inspire me to simply write what I feel like writing. Perhaps it will be word vomit, but at least I'll be able to see what really goes on in my head. Maybe this will help deepen my thinking and highen my analytical skills! Actually, I highly doubt that will happen, but setting goals is good. So. Let's get started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was the inauguration of our new president Barack Obama. I was sitting in my math class semi-zoning out, semi-listening to the teacher when she suddenly stopped and asked the two boys sitting in the front to please stop talking. They said their excuse for talking was that they were discussing the inauguration that had been shown during lunch and in classes at school today. This kind of got people talking about it, when this guy who sits near me randomly said, quite loudly too, "I don't get what the big deal is anyway. I mean, why is it such a big deal that Obama is going to be our president?" The girl sitting next to me basically read my mind and said, "Because he's the first black president ever. DUH." It seemed pretty obvious to me, however, this guy continued on and on about how if African Americans now have the same rights as us, why does everyone act like it's so much more significant having a black president over a white one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I seriously don't understand this guy's brain. I think if i were abruptly shrunken and injected into his head for some freakish reason, I would definitely not speak the same language as the little brain cells in there. But anywho, as I said, this didn't make any sense to me. Didn't you take history before, mister? Don't you know this is like one of the hugest most amazing precedents ever ever to be set ever? Don't you know that our nation went into a fatty war over the unfairness of unequal rights because of skin color? Obama is probably one of the most courageous men of our time because, not only is he taking a stand as the change in society, but he is willing to do so at the risk of his life. I remember thinking way back when Hillary was still in the running how incredibly BAD it would be if Obama won and was shot during or before the inauguration. A whole new civil war would have begun because this would prove just how prejudice some people still are. I'm sure if I thought of this, the entire Obama family must have thought of it way before I did. Yet, he is still willing to take the chance and be our first African American president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much respect for Obama right now, it's ridiculous. And I'm just happy he's still alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited for my church snow retreat!! Febuary 14th. I'm going to start a count down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot CANNOT wait for snow retreat! Every year, something amazing happens to me there. You can read about last year in my Facebook notes (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:x-large;"&gt;24 days until Snow Retreat 09!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;"________" of the Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Word/phrase of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;word vomit&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;:(n)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;to blurt out something that you didn't mean to say or shouldn't/wasn't supposed to say'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Song of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; super old school and rediscovered when I heard it on Air1, then rediscovered again when I heard it sung amazingly by a really good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Thing of the Day:&lt;/span&gt; my new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2011 class sweats&lt;/span&gt;. They are amazingly soft. Ohmygoodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Food of the Day:&lt;/span&gt; Chinese &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xian tang yuan&lt;/span&gt;(rice balls in a pork, mushroom, onion, shrimp, and cilantro soup). We made them today in Chinese. They tasted...alright. But it was fun (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Color of the Day:&lt;/span&gt; soft&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;w.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kthxbye&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239541390560712924-6335947746051365229?l=babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6335947746051365229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-bog-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/6335947746051365229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7239541390560712924/posts/default/6335947746051365229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirlsaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-bog-ever.html' title='Word Vomit'/><author><name>Angeline Pangeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16550535378709031866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMuDldLfoJc/SxzD300p3OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q80xzssQqaY/S220/UCLA09+225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
