<?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-2017735862281523070</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:44:15.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in twankslation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-2547045193905473410</id><published>2009-05-18T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:02:10.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new kids on the block</title><content type='html'>here you go sis! especially for you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Vvic4XmupI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Vvic4XmupI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lJ2fsrQ-Mw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lJ2fsrQ-Mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eO1O6uY1OB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eO1O6uY1OB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOUT TIME HUH! haha sorry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-2547045193905473410?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2547045193905473410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=2547045193905473410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2547045193905473410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2547045193905473410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-kids-on-block.html' title='new kids on the block'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-8709550139469484961</id><published>2009-03-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:43:07.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another random but FUNNY conversation..</title><content type='html'>twaankz (9:29:58 PM): OMG&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:30:02 PM): u know how many days&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:30:08 PM): i was waiting for u to sign on&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:30:09 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:30:38 PM): LOL STOP&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:31:00 PM): matt told me last weekend lol&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:31:05 PM): LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:31:07 PM): me and ur mom&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:31:08 PM): and my mom just told me this morning &lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:31:09 PM): = bestfriends&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:31:10 PM): OMG&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:31:12 PM): HAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:31:16 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:31:21 PM): HAHHAHA STFU&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:31:26 PM): omg&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:31:29 PM): ur mom told u?&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:31:38 PM): how were bestfriends&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:31:50 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:31:52 PM): stop&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:31:54 PM): please?&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:31:58 PM): no wait&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:32:02 PM): what did she say about me&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:32:19 PM): NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:35:47 PM): =/&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:35:48 PM): so&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:35:50 PM): she doesnt miss me&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:35:54 PM): its bad enough you left her once&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:35:58 PM): i thought we had a bond&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:36:06 PM): you can't just be jumping in and out if her life like that&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:36:14 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:36:14 PM): now youre just going to leave again aren't you&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:36:22 PM): well i'm not going to tell her this time&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:36:23 PM): course not&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:36:26 PM): actually&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:36:29 PM): im gonna call her&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:36:31 PM): to schedule&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:36:33 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:36:34 PM): bye&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:36:35 PM): for my nails&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:36:37 PM): wait&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:36:38 PM): stfu&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:36:39 PM): stop&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:36:39 PM): where are u going&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:36:40 PM): hahahah&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:37:17 PM): i LOVE ur mom&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:37:18 PM): shes so cute&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:37:21 PM): she even gave us&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:37:22 PM): kimchi&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:37:23 PM): noodles&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:37:42 PM): alright i'm going to riley's&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:37:43 PM): laters&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:37:56 PM): fine&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:37:59 PM): at least tell her i said hi&lt;br /&gt;twaankz (9:38:00 PM): please?&lt;br /&gt;"dang" (9:38:14 PM): lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-8709550139469484961?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8709550139469484961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=8709550139469484961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8709550139469484961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8709550139469484961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-random-but-funny-conversation.html' title='another random but FUNNY conversation..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-7061211451631008157</id><published>2009-03-02T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:37:34.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;thanks risse. haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://twanks.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/13/134837.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INTJs are introspective, analytical, determined persons with natural leadership ability. Being reserved, they prefer to stay in the background while leading. Strategic, knowledgable and adaptable, INTJs are talented in bringing ideas from conception to reality. They expect perfection from themselves as well as others and are comfortable with the leadership of another so long as they are competent. INTJs can also be described as decisive, open-minded, self-confident, attentive, theoretical and pragmatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7061211451631008157?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7061211451631008157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7061211451631008157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7061211451631008157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7061211451631008157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-538867482581806144</id><published>2009-02-25T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:55:26.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things to do in your 20's for a long healthy life..</title><content type='html'>From Mark Stibich, Ph.D.,Longevity may not be the first thing on your mind in your 20s, but there are things you can do right now that will help to assure you a long, healthy life. It is easier to build healthy habits now then to try to change them later. Here are some things you can do to improve your life expectancy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Avoid Accidents and Violence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top three leading causes of death for people in their 20s are accidents, homicide and suicide. You can make sure you make it through your 20s by buckling your seat belt, avoiding dangerous situations, and seeking help if you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Don't Smoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing chops years off your life faster than smoking. While the risks of smoking have been well publicized, an unbelievable 20% of adults still smoke. While smoking will take years off your life, it can also make many of the years that you do have rather miserable. The good news is that even if you smoke now, quitting will give you tremendous benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Find &amp; Maintain Friendships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a good relationship can add up to 5 healthy years to your life. Your 20s are a good time to shop around, make a good choice about friends and significant others and learn about what you need in a relationship.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Establish an Exercise Routine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your 20s to establish a healthy exercise schedule. Figure out what kind of exercise you like and what works with your schedule. The most important thing is the routine. Exercise at least 3 times per week. You'll have more energy and fitness now and you will establish a lifelong habit of exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Establish Healthy Eating Habits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart disease is the number one killer in the US and it is also largely preventable. Take time now to establish lifelong eating habits. Learn to control your portion size, slow down your eating, choose whole grains and vegetables, and avoid unhealthy fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Have Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies have also shown that people with a strong friendship network live longer and healthier. Friends are easy to form in your 20s before you get settled in a career, a relationship and a family. Invest in your friendships, take a trip together, make those phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Learn to Relax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress also drains away health, both now and in the future. Chronic stress contributes to heart disease, stroke, and many other illness. Learn simple relaxation techniques, laugh a lot, and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;strong&gt; Find Healthy Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demands from work can place a huge burden on our health. Stress, long hours, and strained relationships can reduce our life expectancy. Find work that is healthy, meaningful and fulfilling.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Have a Purpose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a purpose can add healthy years to your life. Studies have shown that people who attend religious services live longer than those who do not. Find a way to maintain a deep sense of meaning in your life to give direction now and for decades to come.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Change How You Think About Aging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies show that having a positive perception about aging can add 7 years to your life. Aging is not an inevitable decline in function and ability. If you adopt healthy behaviors now, you can have health into your 90s and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- courtesy of olive panes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-538867482581806144?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/538867482581806144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=538867482581806144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/538867482581806144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/538867482581806144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-to-do-in-your-20s-for-long.html' title='10 things to do in your 20&apos;s for a long healthy life..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3318213613042574673</id><published>2009-02-16T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:38:36.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines day/early bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/14/l_78dbbf6f72ef4376aa82c5e19b26f113.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first bite to eat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/61/l_4e5ce501329e44779d5a99d5886f2f10.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weird spongebob guy who tried hitting on my sister. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/45/l_da430122e3344e36982fc870e56f4cd2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yummy cake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/6/l_31972e5730674bd1a2434a44a0ca37ed.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love my sisters! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/21/l_531675dc23b94410b35395402ff5149e.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sister in laws. hehe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/54/l_db92b828ab3e4c25a28ab089be868261.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bro in laws!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/13/l_3d9f18179e104d29864ba293f26af6fd.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the wine got me happy &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/16/l_3d47e14380d44b1fb08d03c7a52795d3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we all matched &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/5/l_d771fbe1472a44be9e1cfe468b498b0e.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is how we get down &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/44/l_a611db53a7404bf1a890b392947bb7d1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love my cousin!! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/13/l_888270223d2c472eac18e8a41e2b5ef4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my acceptence speech &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN ALL, A VERY FUN NIGHT. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3318213613042574673?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3318213613042574673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3318213613042574673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3318213613042574673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3318213613042574673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-dayearly-bday.html' title='valentines day/early bday'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3092329045872328059</id><published>2009-02-05T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:15:36.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chloe bear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my picture of the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/14/l_21b6c3fa0b8a460ea4037efc5015e2da.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me &amp;amp; my pup. gotta love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3092329045872328059?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3092329045872328059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-2821513376429819926</id><published>2009-02-05T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:05:38.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another month gone by..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rest in peace jeff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love and miss you &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-2821513376429819926?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2821513376429819926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=2821513376429819926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2821513376429819926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2821513376429819926'/><link rel='alternate' 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this?". well at least my sister does. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, since january id like to update you on my new years resolution status. ive failed miserably on majority of them. but i was told, "new years resolutions are crap because you wouldve done them by now if you really wanted to." so true, so true. i mean who am i kidding right? i cant even do lent. how the hell am i supposed to do 365 days when i cant even do 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bfs birthday is coming up as well as valentines day. so for the weekend we decided to combined our birthdays since he'll be underway on the day of mine. we're going to have dinner at some sushi dig in la and then hit up a club after. with it being v-day i dont expect a lot of couples to go. HAHA. but if i can remember my 21st birthday correctly, all i need are my two sisters my bro in laws and the bf. i just have to remember to keep both shoes on all night this time and not leave one in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting married next year. YEP! your little twinkle is growing up. so i guess i should call my bf my fiance? its just kind of weird i guess. im excited. i did however, talk to my older sis about getting things ready and BOY oh BOY is it complicating. thanks to her and my other sister being the filipino "martha stewarts" i have a lot of help. its funny because you would think id rely on my maid of honor to sort of help me out with things but if i did that all id get was a pizza party at chuck-e-cheese for my reception. HAHA. she knows that too. so i have two sisters that will more then help her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my eldest sister had asked my mom if she was happy for me and my mom said "yes, im glad to finally see her with someone that makes her happy." with all the drama that i had in my life, whether it be my fault or theirs. this guy tops them all. sure we have our ups and downs. who doesnt? but at the end of the day we cant bare to see each other go to sleep mad. thats what i like about him. he has his pride, FOR SURE like any other typical guy. so do i, but because we know how much each others actually worth, its enough to set it down for a bit and compromise. i love him to death and i seriously wouldnt trade him for anyone else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with that, this is my PERMANENT family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2052/97/0/645968870/n645968870_1395263_3580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7825246172400623965?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7825246172400623965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7825246172400623965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7825246172400623965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7825246172400623965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/greetings-everyone.html' title='snooze news'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4009696174165149593</id><published>2008-12-31T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:26:10.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;&amp; a happy new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Twinkles New Years Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. go to hooters ONCE a month oorrr once every two weeks HEHE (wish me luck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. go to the gym every other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. lose my temper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. spend more time with my mom &amp;amp; dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. dont sweat the small stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. save my money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maybe ill think of more later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for those who are inquiring to know, i have quit smoking for about 2 months now? yay me! thanks to the boyfriend. he keeps me on check and reminds me how much trouble i got in the last time i smoked. HAHA. jk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if i learned anything at all this year, its to appreciate everything and never take the little things for granted. to be more open minded and not to take criticism so lightly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the boyfriend taught me a lot and really changed me for the better. although i have to admit that theres still some small kinks i have to fix but altogether, im doing a lot better. i acknowledge my faults and my mistakes and ive learned to suck in my pride and apologize for the things i say or for the way i act sometimes. i know i can sometimes come off rude, or even a bitch. i guess sometimes the inner mean girl in me comes out. but beneath it all, i do have a heart. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so for those in the year 2008 that ive hurt in some way, im truthfully sorry. i cant go back and fix what has been already damaged, all i can do is move forward and hope i dont do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the dear friend ive lost, jeffrey lorenzo pascua. youre still in my heart, in my mind, &amp;amp; in my thoughts. i miss you more each day. i cant believe how fast time has gone and in exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5 days, it will be one year. one year since the tragic accident. one year since i heard my heart drop to my stomach. 365 days of not being able to hear your voice, see your name on my phone, accept a comment on my myspace. i wont be there for the prayer but do know im planning on seeing you on monday. i know youve looked down on me and seen the changes thats happen within a few months. youre probably even dissapointed in me. im dissapointed in myself. but im just glad to know that if you were still here, your friendship with me wouldve never died but wouldve only got stronger. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;goodbye 2008, hello 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4009696174165149593?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4009696174165149593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4009696174165149593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4009696174165149593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4009696174165149593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='&amp;&amp; a happy new year'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-1029735173321505006</id><published>2008-12-29T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:42:00.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>san diego love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;last nights game was intense. didnt go anywhere but surely enjoyed laying in bed with the boyfriend while we watched. it was fun wrestling him as if i were a chargers defense and watched as he pretended like i really hurt him. we went to my all time spot after, hooters. luckily the crowd died out by the time we got there. no way was i going to sit and wait for an hour and a half. i gotta give it up to sproles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://photos.signonsandiego.com/gallery1.5/albums/050901niners/KCchargers011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he was the shit. he cut through denver like a scissor cuts through paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. are you san diegans ready for the playoffs? i sure am. ill be tailgating with the fams &amp;amp; the bf. hopefully by then ill have my number 20 jersey. *hinthint*. hAHA! i have faith, and if they dont make it this year then well, all i can say is.......they did their best. theres always next year. hopefully they dont take out my boy cason. *crosses fingers*. other than that..GOOOOOOO SAN DIEGO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-1029735173321505006?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1029735173321505006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=1029735173321505006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1029735173321505006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1029735173321505006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/san-diego-love.html' title='san diego love.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4429895281753406131</id><published>2008-12-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:15:34.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: i smell like old people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: i wouldnt share dat kind of shit wit people if i were u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: its just dunnz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: its not like im telling it to brad pitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: yea.. more like u telling it to denzel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: or in dis case, dunnzel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: it took u a while to come up with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: haha... i was just typing slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: yeah sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: never seemed to be a problem with you before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: ahaha so u in sd for the holidays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: imma head down when i get off from work today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: then head back up here tomorrow night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: too cool to spend xmas in sd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: pretty much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: haha i got work fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: wut u doin smellin like old people in 7 in da mornin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: im working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: i bet u dont even have work today... and still smell like old people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: your upper lip smells like old people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: hmmm... dat was good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: im tired as shit right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: yesterday, i had a 4-midnight shift, then i had to come in at 7am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: from what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: oh wah wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: hahaha jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: haha thanks for ur sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: i meant to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: OH MY GOD DUNNZ FOREALS????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: ARE YOU OK??????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: WILL YOU SURVIVE TODAY??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: dats more like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: might as well type how u feel rather than trying to act all hard, nahmean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: to answer ur concerning questions, i'll make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: you are truly somethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: wut can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: jus dont type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino: hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunnz: haha nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; good news folks, plans are back in action. New YEARS in VeGAS WITH the BOYFRIEND &amp;amp; BESTFRIEND!! CAAAAAAAAAANT WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4429895281753406131?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4429895281753406131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4429895281753406131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4429895281753406131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4429895281753406131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/idiot.html' title='idiot.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4064909145686780978</id><published>2008-12-23T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:00:59.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>theres LIES in famiLIES..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;let me advise you now for those who havent seen four christmases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eD9dQOej7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eD9dQOej7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im telling you, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO SEE IT!&lt;/span&gt; it is now on the top list of christmas movies i like. it is HILARIOUS. all i have to say is vince vaughn, is a crack up. the boyfriend and i were laughing so hard. i think the audience lacked a sense of humor though because it seemed like we were the only ones laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twinkles top 10 christmas movies (not in order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Jon_Favreau/elf_movie_image_will_ferrell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.salon.com/ent/movies/review/2000/11/17/grinch/story.jpg" /&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilcannocchiale.it/blogs/bloggerarchimg/ExChiara/love%20actually.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dreamagic.com/vivianrose/theSantaClause.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/visitmuseum/events/imax_films/~/media/Images/main/imax_films/polar_express.ashx" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mudsugar.com/uploads/a_christmas_story.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lifehacker.com/assets/resources/2007/07/Home-Alone.png" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.moldova.org/movie/movies/c/corpse_bride/thumbnails/tn2_corpse_bride_4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can you tell me what my top 10 are???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anywho, christmas isnt what i really expected it to be. im fighting with my mom, my dad would rather be in p.i. my sisters have their own families to enjoy it with. blah, blah, yada, yada. so, i last minute decided to leave san diego and spend the holidays in san jose with the boyfriend and his family. its my first time ever meeting the parents. im nervous. really, nervous. the last time i had to meet parents was ojays? holy tamole. i met the exboyfriends parents but they didnt technically know what category i fell under. so yeah, you can say this is somewhat different. wish me luck folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im here at work and tell me why the smell here gets worse and worse each week. it makes me sick to my stomach like no joke. dont get me wrong. i love the people here (when they dont drive me crazy). but i can really do without the smell of old people. HAHA! i think, if it smelled a lot more like my house....id be a lot happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anywho, i hope everyone has a happy holidays and a very merry new year! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4064909145686780978?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4064909145686780978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4064909145686780978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4064909145686780978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4064909145686780978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-lies-in-families.html' title='theres LIES in famiLIES..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-8524692644052975348</id><published>2008-12-19T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:01:20.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have crab fever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;adventures with the boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3120835799_1be85f81a8.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the boyfriend, cute aint he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/3120835867_e37b27dc68.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;always on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/3120836329_3ba53999a7.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/3120836665_04cfe51fea.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/3121662042_323061c777.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/3121662434_6a4e87d9d8.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/3121661762_dfc065afb3.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-8524692644052975348?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8524692644052975348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=8524692644052975348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8524692644052975348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8524692644052975348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-crab-fever.html' title='i have crab fever.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4814756711340378439</id><published>2008-12-18T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:01:48.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the morning after..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im starting to hate more and more each week working at the boarding care. the only thing i can probably be thankful about right now is that the new lady isnt psycho crazy like she was when we first had her transfered here. a big high five to medication. now she doesnt go off ranting about dooms day coming. scary. sure, she still sings really loud in the hallway but i tune it out. also, wiley..is in the hospital. ok, maybe i shouldnt be too happy about that but it saved me a night of having to open my door every 5 minutes to recieve a handful of paper with drawings that i dont understand, or having him read me his poems that i also cant understand. someone help me find a new job pronto. i think its time for some change. im seriously debating about going back to school but maybe im not cut out for the med field. i hate the smell of old people. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming up and i have yet not figured out what im getting the boyfriend. its hard when he tells me he wants something then says, "you know what..surprise me." oh ill surprise him all right. hes about to get a bag full of v-neck hanes shirts that he likes so much with some socks that he continues to complain about not having too much of. sometimes we'll be at a store and he'll jokingly grab something UGLY and say, "get me this!"..if i were him, id be careful what i wish for. lucky for me hes going to be in san jo for the holidays so ill still have time to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of christmas, tell me why i think the secret santa my friends and i had started isnt going to end well. half the people know who has who, we cant figure out when to have the actual get together considering everyone is going to be somewhere else for god knows how long, no one wants to tell each other what they want...ok maybe not no one but MY secret santa has yet to tell me what she wants. it doesnt help that we did this through the internet (www.elfster.com) so we didnt actually get to write on a piece of paper but what we have to do is post it on the internet our "christmas wishlist". whoever has me is REALLY lucky. the only thing i posted were: hooters gift cards, crabhut giftcards, --- ok mainly anything that deals with food. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes new years. the boyfriend and i were supposed to go to vegas for the new years. i only agreed to go because at the time we were supposed to sleep at my bestfriends house. i guess plans changed because my cousin tells me that the bestfriend has no room anymore. good thing she asked otherwise we wouldve drove up 5 hours with no place to stay. im not trying to pay a ridiculous amount of 300 something for 3 nights to be elbow to face with some random strangers on new years eve. not to mention the fact that im 4 feet 11 inches. it will be a stampede for me. i can already see the irritation build up and because of that i wont be able to enjoy the plenty shots of patron that will probably be in my system. so, thanks but no thanks. maybe ill just see what my sisters are up to for new years eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, one more hour until im out of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; motherfucker. i need to rinse off this stench of old people NOW and get ready to go to the dmv. yay right? ............not. i HATE the dmv. i hate waiting in line. i hate sitting there waiting for the stupid number to be called on the tv. i hate the group of old stinky guys staring like theyve never seen a girl in their life. its no wonder the people (esp the ladies) look like theyd rather hang themselves then have to work another wretched hour in that place. i cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4814756711340378439?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4814756711340378439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4814756711340378439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4814756711340378439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4814756711340378439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-after.html' title='the morning after..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-2609731146376126255</id><published>2008-12-16T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:02:09.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little drop of heaven..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;before this day ends, id like to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;happy HAPPY 5th birthday ms. katelyn enano&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my first ever goddaughter. the girl who lights up my life. the sweetest thing ever created. the most beautiful little lady. the smartest 5 year old ever. i hope you got everything you could possibly want. ninang loves you SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a648.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/101/m_9492db702a9d179854f573c3f6fcd01f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a74.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/31/m_f639eff2cabb6f197f3bd816e24f0511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a89.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/m_c219c1036c449720d0ef70a6422ff018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a391.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/100/m_674fc82866a904008ab08a43c4243796.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/38/m_83b4a1fc6e0d40dab1713fe392188b26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-2609731146376126255?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2609731146376126255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=2609731146376126255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2609731146376126255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2609731146376126255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-drop-of-heaven.html' title='a little drop of heaven..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4153012260040186238</id><published>2008-12-15T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:02:25.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams do come true..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;read it and weep. i sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of joy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lsm.fishbowl.com/images/messages/Hooter/22005/14/All_You_Can_Eat_Wingsblast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll know where to find me on tuesdays...viva la HOOTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4153012260040186238?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4153012260040186238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4153012260040186238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4153012260040186238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4153012260040186238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='dreams do come true..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-694405792262617862</id><published>2008-12-12T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:02:39.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarap sarap!!</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;matt hillario" (11:47:13 AM): hah hey&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:47:18 AM): wussup&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:47:50 AM): i swear i got this mail from the 2story mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:47:50 AM): hahaa&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:48:36 AM): so did i!&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:48:41 AM): and it was in taglog rite&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:48:45 AM): for free meals&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:48:47 AM): and shit&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:48:48 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:48:49 AM): haaha&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:48:52 AM): it was so funny&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:48:57 AM): i scanned the picture&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:48:57 AM): i know hahaah&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:49:07 AM): send it to me&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:49:08 AM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:49:12 AM): it all has a picture of the chicken sandwhich&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:49:18 AM): ANG SARAP SARAP SARAP!&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:49:19 AM): haahaha&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:49:24 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:49:27 AM): i know!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:49:46 AM): haa heere&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:49:49 AM): ill link you&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:49:51 AM): i just uploaded it&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:49:52 AM): hah&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:50:00 AM): ok hahahah&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:50:02 AM): &lt;img src="http://members.cox.net/matthewhilario/sarap_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:50:09 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:50:13 AM): thats gona be my default&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:50:20 AM): thats definately from teh 2story&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:50:21 AM): hahahha&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:52:00 AM): thats hilarious&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:53:12 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:53:29 AM): i was eating breakfast&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:53:34 AM): and i saw it on the table&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:53:42 AM): i was like whats ths?&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:53:47 AM): and i opened it&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:53:51 AM): and jus started laughing&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:55:26 AM): u know people around the nat . city mcdonalds by the walmart got one in the mail that said "mmmm muy bien muy bien deliciouso!!"&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:57:45 AM): hahaha shut up&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:57:48 AM): are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:58:10 AM): hahaha no im jus saying&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:58:13 AM): they probably did&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:58:15 AM): you know what the ones that live near imperial got&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:58:17 AM): haahaa&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:58:22 AM): what&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:58:23 AM): dis shit good niggga!&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:58:26 AM): dam good!&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:58:36 AM): wus dis? chicken? dis shit good!&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:58:47 AM): finga lickin gud!&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:59:04 AM): betta den popeyes!&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (11:59:13 AM): thank you obama!&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:59:23 AM): hahaaha&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (11:59:36 AM): nuggets on hit!&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (12:00:01 PM): we got mcchicken on deck!&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (12:00:14 PM): and then people from mira mesa got "xong di hu yum"&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (12:00:19 PM): hahha&lt;br /&gt;"matt hillario" (12:00:23 PM): HAHA STFU&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (12:00:27 PM): hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-694405792262617862?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/694405792262617862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=694405792262617862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/694405792262617862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/694405792262617862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/sarap-sarap.html' title='sarap sarap!!'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-6754558860345857784</id><published>2008-12-11T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:02:52.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go sherry, its your birthday..were gonna party like its your birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/3100134385_7402c526cc.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is not only a sister but my bestfriend. if you are ever to meet her you are considered lucky. its no joke when i say my friends absolutely adore her. its not just because shes cursed with the tolentino beauty (haha) but because she has the best personality and an off the wall sense of humor. shes hilarious. cracks me up ALL the time. shes easy to get along with and always makes you feel welcome. shes the best mom. i can honestly say that when i grow up and have a family of my own id like to be just like her. she and i get along because we're so freakishly alike. so to anyone who doesnt know and who hasnt met her yet, is clearly missing out. so with that, happy birthday ate sher. thanks for being the best big sis. for always having my back &amp;amp; for always being there when i need a shoulder to cry on. i appreciate you in so many ways. i hope you know that. i love you! have a great day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm down, I call on you my friend&lt;br /&gt;A helping hand you lend, in my time of need so I&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling you now, just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do, don't you hear my plea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends may come and friends may go&lt;br /&gt;But you should know that&lt;br /&gt;That I've got your back, it's automatic&lt;br /&gt;So never hesitate to call&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm your sister and always for ya and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I don't know what I'd ever do without you&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning to the end&lt;br /&gt;You've always been here by my side&lt;br /&gt;So I'll call you my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times and the bad ones&lt;br /&gt;Whether I lose or if I win&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing that never changes and&lt;br /&gt;That's you as my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm down&lt;br /&gt;With all that's going on&lt;br /&gt;It's really going on&lt;br /&gt;Just one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When ya, ya say the right things, to keep me moving&lt;br /&gt;To keep me going strong, what else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been told that&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that it's automatic&lt;br /&gt;Call me when you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm your sister and always for ya and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-6754558860345857784?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6754558860345857784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=6754558860345857784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/6754558860345857784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/6754558860345857784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-sherry-its-your-birthdaywere-gonna.html' title='go sherry, its your birthday..were gonna party like its your birthday!!'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3565722032196722331</id><published>2008-12-10T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:03:07.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun is so weird..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;twinkletolentino (7:12:12 PM): oh em gee sun&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:12:14 PM): check it out&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:12:18 PM): http://www.cowparadelajolla.com/index.aspx&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:13:09 PM): HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:13:20 PM): Omg.. Im excited to look it up!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:13:27 PM): Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:13:29 PM): yeah...omg it looks so cool&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:13:31 PM): HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:13:35 PM): You're funny!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:13:40 PM): Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:13:50 PM): Awww mannn.. Its soo far from now!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:13:57 PM): I got excited!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:14:02 PM): HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:14:03 PM): i knooow but that prepares us to get ready&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:14:04 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:14:13 PM): HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:14:36 PM): Omg.. I need to find the a very COWlicious outfit for this special event!&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:15:00 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:15:04 PM): youre HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:15:14 PM): HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:15:48 PM): You think we can be a part of the parade?!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:15:55 PM): Hahaha jk&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:16:01 PM): hahahahahhaahah&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:16:11 PM): i was all about to be like "MAYBEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:16:17 PM): till i realized u were joking&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:16:42 PM): HAHAHAHA.. I think we have to actually be cows to be in it&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:17:38 PM): Thaanks for the info fellow cow-lover!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:17:45 PM): Annnd the count down begins..&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:17:53 PM): HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:19:07 PM): hahahahahah yeaah! for sure, ill be seein ya there!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:21:08 PM): Roxannes just jealous she's not part of FCLA (Fellow Cow Lovers of America)!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:21:16 PM): HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:21:20 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:21:48 PM): Hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:21:50 PM): not everyone can be apart of our association&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:21:52 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:22:32 PM): Hahaha I knooow! its a lot of hard work and dedication&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:23:10 PM): i know it takes months to build up to where we are now&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:23:13 PM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:23:32 PM): Hahahah I knoow&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:23:51 PM): Its a lot of hard work and mOOoLa.. Get it?!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:23:57 PM): HAHAHAHA jk&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:23:58 PM): shes just mad cuz they dont have a unicorn parade&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:24:02 PM): Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:24:06 PM): HAHAHAHA youre so weird sun&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:24:21 PM): I knoow annnd she doesn't have co-unicorn lovers&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:24:35 PM): i know because shes the only one who believes in them&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:24:36 PM): HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:24:52 PM): Hahahahah I knoow&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:24:58 PM): At least cows are real!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:25:03 PM): Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:25:16 PM): hahaha i know, theyre so real they get a parade and 3 months dedicated to them&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:26:10 PM): I knooow! Wow were gunna meet other FCLA members!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:26:15 PM): HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:26:32 PM): hahah yeah i bet its gonna be PACKED&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:27:16 PM): You think there's guestlist?!&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:27:24 PM): Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:27:30 PM): hahaha v.i.p&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:27:35 PM): I wanna be VIP&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:27:41 PM): HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:29:21 PM): i dont know but i might have to sponser a cow&lt;br /&gt;twinkletolentino (7:29:23 PM): hahahah&lt;br /&gt;"sunshine" (7:30:11 PM): Hahaha.. oOOh that'd be cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3565722032196722331?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3565722032196722331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3565722032196722331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3565722032196722331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3565722032196722331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/sun-is-so-weird.html' title='sun is so weird..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3058908889461655681</id><published>2008-12-10T13:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:03:20.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plaza mo' fuckin blvd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can i express just exactly how much i HATE driving around that area? yesterday i had to take the boyfriends uniform to the dry cleaners to get his e4 patch sewn. i absolutely dreaded having to do it because that meant i had to go into filipino town. so im driving and the one thing i hate the most is when people in front of me push on their breaks and theres NO ONE in front of them! OH-EM-GEE! i just about wanted to ram my car into theirs. i HATE HATE HATE driving around plaza blvd just as much as i hate driving around national city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing the subject..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a funny picture my friend cy sent me last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3094/3098147351_f9842a37d1.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha if you REALLY look close enough, youll see the funny part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and mike showed me this, im SO going and im SO dragging christian with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cowparadelajolla.com/index.aspx" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a COW parade!!!!!!!!!!!!! come on now, what can be more fun than that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok i should get to reading my books. ill write later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3058908889461655681?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3058908889461655681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3058908889461655681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3058908889461655681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3058908889461655681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/plaza-mo-fuckin-blvd.html' title='plaza mo&apos; fuckin blvd.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4980479205852324933</id><published>2008-12-09T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:03:35.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>much ado about nothing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok so i havent blogged in a while again. you would think i would considering all the time i sit staring mindlessly at the laptop. sometimes i do go on here and i cant think of a THING to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, whats new..not in specific order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with not only my bf but &lt;strong&gt;edward cullen &lt;/strong&gt;as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3230/3096933990_02fc17eb8d.jpg?v=1228870753" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its crooked. sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i invested in an airwick for my room. everytime i see the darn commercial it always tempted me to drive to walmart to purchase one. i guess its time i finally did. (and YES that IS a perfect pancake maker behind it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3096933948_677f7c1a3f.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black friday purchases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/3096934018_1eed28a6cf.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3261/3096933968_201821bdeb.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gps system, some glasses, shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to christians apt on saturday to watch the paquiao/de la hoya fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/38/l_31bcc4b57ba04ba1a58af84fe61ad780.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i have to say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.mlive.com/boxing_impact/2008/12/large_1manny06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO PAC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to vegas with the boys &amp;amp; the bf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/3096979468_1131625a98.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3253/3096979276_9ddb3d68a5.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4980479205852324933?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4980479205852324933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4980479205852324933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4980479205852324933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4980479205852324933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='much ado about nothing..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-8904853592058650166</id><published>2008-11-08T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:03:50.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rileys, home away from home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha. tell me why my friday nights are now essential to my life. friday nights consist of rileys. happy hour from 8-10, 3 dollar you call its. back breaking music courtesy of the bestfriends boyfriend MR SLURS aka AJ. its always a good time at that place. about almost everyone can never remember what exactly happens. however no other bar can ever replace landlord jims. ahh, rip. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, last night was a crazy night. I wont go into detail but lets just say, we know who has whos back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESTFRIEND: me and mj were hella crackin up at you, you were burning a hole through her head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. better believe it. you mess with my bestfriend, you mess with me. i got her back, like a wonderbra. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some photos to enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s420.photobucket.com/albums/pp282/ttolentino/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp282/ttolentino/2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dte - dts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s420.photobucket.com/albums/pp282/ttolentino/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp282/ttolentino/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"everyone look sad because carlas in the picture!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s420.photobucket.com/albums/pp282/ttolentino/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp282/ttolentino/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rileys regulars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-8904853592058650166?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8904853592058650166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=8904853592058650166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8904853592058650166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8904853592058650166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/rileys-home-away-from-home.html' title='rileys, home away from home.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-2179321031187871624</id><published>2008-11-07T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:04:14.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny san diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;finally! its about time it started getting cold. U guess the title to my blog is the total opposite. I love winter time. I love being in sweaters. I love scarves. I love being in bed and cuddling with someone. going into stores and hearing christmas music playing. the mall being decked out in christmas stuff. YAAAHOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, whats new everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its no surprise to anyone that I have a boyfriend. HAH! some of you are probably thinking, "wait but werent you with that psycho still?". Its time that I have finally moved on from all that D-R-A-M-A. As much as it sucks to say it, im happy again. I no longer feel dark clouds surrounding my head. HAHA! so my boyfriend, christian. hes really something. I wont lie, he has the traits of a typical guy but nonetheless, hes a good guy. its been a while since I was able to tell him when hes done something that kind of bothered me and instead of sitting there getting defensive and trying to figure out how to turn it around so that somehow someway its my fault, he takes the time to think of what he said to hurt my feelings and check this, APOLOGIZES! HAH! who woulda thought there was still guys out there who did that. dont get me wrong, dont think hes some pussy who doesnt stand up for himself because I know theres times where I do things that he doesnt like and hell tell me straight up, "stop youre annoying me." But because of the fact that our communication is at a balanced level I dont get mad, instead I treat him with the same respect. you know what they say, TO GET RESPECT YOU NEED TO GIVE RESPECT. something my last relationship lacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, MUST be special though because I find myself doing things for him that I know I never done to anyone since my first boyfriend. crazy eh?! well, he deserves it. He lives 2 minutes away so I wont have to hear him complain about the gas he wastes. haha. Even when hes just been at work all day, when he sees me he tells me hes missed me. when were in bed he kisses me on the forehead almost all the time. the one thing I love the most. ahh, and his kisses..even after weeks, STILL give me butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, C-O-R-N-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im just kind of wasting time until I have to go to pima. Yep, im going back to school to try and be an R.T. WISH ME LUCK EVERYONE. im scared to start school again. Butttt, I gotta do what I gotta do I guess. That just means you wont be seeing much of the twinkmeister for a while. Lets just hope that when you do, ill be filthy rich. HAHAHA! jk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-2179321031187871624?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2179321031187871624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=2179321031187871624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2179321031187871624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2179321031187871624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunny-san-diego.html' title='sunny san diego'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-6087503092071025922</id><published>2008-10-22T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:04:48.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeeeeereee baaaaaaaack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s420.photobucket.com/albums/pp282/ttolentino/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp282/ttolentino/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp282/ttolentino/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-6087503092071025922?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6087503092071025922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=6087503092071025922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/6087503092071025922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/6087503092071025922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/2008.html' title='weeeeeeeeereee baaaaaaaack.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-5778664183147976559</id><published>2008-10-08T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:05:02.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>count on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, its crazy how in life you discover years and years down the road who your REAL friends truely are. there were a lot of people in my life who I thought were my real friends but after time they'd slowly just drift away. to me I believe that a real friend is someone who will stick by you. someone who will be your friend no matter the circumstances, through all the fights whether they be big or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends. my mean girls. the loves of my lifes second to my family. 3 of these girls (athena lim, maryjo rapada, jenny panganiban) I've knwon for 7 years, 1 (estherlen libao) for 11 years, &amp;amp; 2 (michele dela cruz, roxanne sunico) all my life. these girls were with me at my best and stayed with me at my worst. they've heard me laugh, theyve seen me cry, and they were always there when I needed someone to turn to and vice versa. despite our arguments within the group..we always at the end of it all, remain the best of friends. I love the fact that even though we get into these petty disputes, we know deep down that were stuck with each other for the rest of our lives. they keep me whole, they make me sane, they know how to make me laugh, &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I definitely always ALWAYS have a good time when im in their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when they have a boyfriend they never forget who their girls are and every once in a while will come out and play. I love them because they're not afraid to speak their mind. their not afraid to be their own person and to know when they are being done dirty by a guy or just a person in general. I learned a lot from them, that being one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, fuck the rest. the fake ass people who "say" they'll always be my friend and that they'll always be around. actions speak louder than words and im am definitely not down for the people who only come to me when they're fighting w. their significant other and want to piss them off. im not down for the people who never call just to say hi. im a mean girl, always am..always will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-5778664183147976559?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5778664183147976559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=5778664183147976559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5778664183147976559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5778664183147976559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/count-on-me.html' title='count on me.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-7549582445027159650</id><published>2008-08-30T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:25:44.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all work. no play.</title><content type='html'>im at the board n care. bored to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's been happening lately? not much. chillin w. my boyz. trying to make time w. the girls, the best, &amp; the exbf. spending some qt w. my new friends timbo and co. gettin by one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to write but I did see this on jamas myspace and I thought id post it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect, you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break, her heart . So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some good stuff. back to watching what I like about you. everyone have a fun and safe friday&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7549582445027159650?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7549582445027159650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7549582445027159650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7549582445027159650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7549582445027159650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-work-no-play.html' title='all work. no play.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-1979071729763016035</id><published>2008-08-23T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:51:30.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time can't rewind, it can only move foward.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;for everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss&lt;br /&gt;You know it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes and see you looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day,&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how much that&lt;br /&gt;I've missed you since you've been away&lt;br /&gt;it's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line to try to turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;By hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fix what is alreadye broken. I can't apologize because I've done it too many times. I can only take the blame for all my faults and mistakes. I can only wish that as time progresses that I try and learn from this stepping stone in my life. that I try to see the things I've done and to better myself not for anyone else, but for the sake of me. I know now who I was before and need to change. because in order to be loved, I have to also love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop running away from my problems. need to stop with my bad temper. need to learn how to be more sincere. I need to stop thinking that everyone in this world is out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it to be true that there is a purpose why people come and go in your life. they're there to help mold you. to make an impact. if they hurt you, its only to help give you strength in the pain you may come across in the future. if they're just those ones who are too good to be true, they give you the faith to believe that there are good people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that one person who I hurt the most, I never meant to do what I did. Im not asking for forgiveness. I just want you to know that everything I have ever done to hurt you, I never did intentionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-1979071729763016035?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1979071729763016035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=1979071729763016035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1979071729763016035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1979071729763016035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/taste-of-ink.html' title='time can&apos;t rewind, it can only move foward.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-5177391415223575446</id><published>2008-08-21T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:52:20.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a wonderful world.</title><content type='html'>I think my life is finally running in a nice pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going back to school soon. gonna get this radiology thang done as quick as I can. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best &amp; I are over our rough drought. I love that we can fight the way we do and as soon as its done and over were back to the way we were. I hate fighting w. people so im glad its back to normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I went to soak city w. my nieces and the guy bestfriend. we got there and went straight into the water. went to the wave pool first. it was funny cuz first the water was just chillin..we were all splashin &amp; having a blast. next thing they turn the waves on and my goddaughter (being her first time) starts waaaaailing. I can tell she was having fun but at the same time she was terrified for her life. shed laugh and laugh and as soon as the wave came shed start climbing on my leg trying to get me to carry her screaming "I wanna go home! I wanna go home!" haha. hillarious. afterwards ryan and the older kids went on a ride while me and the little one went to play in the water playground. katelyn is a pootie. haha. she didn't wanna do anything and kept saying, "we need to find ate dez". so ryan took over while me dez and alana went to go on rides. fun times. I got home and was SO pooped. buttt, didn't stop me from going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bree picked me up after work where we headed to his house to round up the troops. dom &amp; danny came over. hung out and left for dt. went to the local. had some drinks. jaz met up with us as well as tim and some of his friends. tim and I played the erotica game at the bar. he sucks. haaha. went to dennys afterwards to go eat. too bad tim passed out in his car. missed out on some good ol mothafuckin bacon. HAHAHA! funny. good times indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-5177391415223575446?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5177391415223575446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=5177391415223575446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5177391415223575446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5177391415223575446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-wonderful-world.html' title='what a wonderful world.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-5789639288059727085</id><published>2008-08-17T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:44:41.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>super cr3w</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vote for super cr3w. thanks. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2591098114_d30b59eca6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause ronnie abaldonado is super sexy. haha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-5789639288059727085?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5789639288059727085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=5789639288059727085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5789639288059727085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5789639288059727085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-cr3w.html' title='super cr3w'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4919321215501661509</id><published>2008-08-16T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:21:07.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time of the month</title><content type='html'>Young girl, don't cry &lt;br /&gt; I'll be right here when your world starts to fall &lt;br /&gt; Young girl, it's all right &lt;br /&gt; Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly &lt;br /&gt; When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream &lt;br /&gt; Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems &lt;br /&gt; No one ever wants or bothers to explain &lt;br /&gt; Of the heartache life can bring and what it means &lt;br /&gt; When there's no one else &lt;br /&gt; Look inside yourself &lt;br /&gt; Like your oldest friend &lt;br /&gt; Just trust the voice within &lt;br /&gt; Then you'll find the strength &lt;br /&gt; That will guide your way &lt;br /&gt; If you will learn to begin &lt;br /&gt; To trust the voice within &lt;br /&gt; Young girl, don't hide &lt;br /&gt; You'll never change if you just run away &lt;br /&gt; Young girl, just hold tight &lt;br /&gt; And soon you're gonna see your brighter day &lt;br /&gt; Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed &lt;br /&gt; It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid &lt;br /&gt; No one reaches out a hand for you to hold &lt;br /&gt; When you're lost outside look inside to your soul &lt;br /&gt; When there's no one else &lt;br /&gt; Look inside yourself &lt;br /&gt; Like your oldest friend &lt;br /&gt; Just trust the voice within &lt;br /&gt; Then you'll find the strength &lt;br /&gt; That will guide your way &lt;br /&gt; If you will learn to begin &lt;br /&gt; To trust the voice within &lt;br /&gt; Yeah... &lt;br /&gt; Life is a journey &lt;br /&gt; It can take you anywhere you choose to go &lt;br /&gt; As long as you're learning &lt;br /&gt; You'll find all you'll ever need to know &lt;br /&gt; You'll make it &lt;br /&gt; You'll make it &lt;br /&gt; Just don't go forsaking yourself &lt;br /&gt; No one can stop you &lt;br /&gt; You know that I'm talking to you &lt;br /&gt; When there's no one else &lt;br /&gt; Look inside yourself &lt;br /&gt; Like your oldest friend &lt;br /&gt; Just trust the voice within &lt;br /&gt; Then you'll find the strength &lt;br /&gt; That will guide your way &lt;br /&gt; If you will learn to begin &lt;br /&gt; To trust the voice within &lt;br /&gt; Young girl don't cry &lt;br /&gt; I'll be right here when your world starts to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about emo huh?&lt;br /&gt;im still waiting for a better day. a day where I can smile like I used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4919321215501661509?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4919321215501661509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4919321215501661509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4919321215501661509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4919321215501661509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-of-month.html' title='time of the month'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4070682268380955245</id><published>2008-08-15T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:34:58.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let me just say this.. --edited</title><content type='html'>I love my eldest sister to death. you know why? because SHE actually tries to understand me. she makes me feel better yet she doesn't sugar coat anything. I can tell her everything and anything. she never judges me and always supports me in what I do and the decisions I make (unless its stupid then she tells me otherwise). I can trust her with my secrets. we have almost if not the same sense of humor and alwaaaays knows how to crack me up. without her, my life would definitely be bland. my sister IS my bestfriend. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4070682268380955245?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4070682268380955245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4070682268380955245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4070682268380955245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4070682268380955245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-me-just-say-this.html' title='let me just say this.. --edited'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-2366673308503381109</id><published>2008-08-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:38:07.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beyonce - flaws&amp;all.</title><content type='html'>its been a while. mainly because this sk's buttons aren't nearly as good as the old sk buttons. it hurts my hand when I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id like to think of myself as a very complexed person. I've told several people from time to time that I don't think they'd understand me. I can't even understand myself. there's a lot of things going on in my life that I can't even seem to put into words and now more than ever I close myself up so no one can know what's going on in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aggrevates me that im a person who can't seem to figure out what I want in life. im such an indecisive person that it can get in the way of the things I do. one day, i want things this way..the next week I want it the total opposite way.............complexed. told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a person who gets bored easily also. so when something becomes too routine I get tired of it and want to move on to something else. another bad flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a true piscean. im a dreamer. I get so caught up in them that I forget reality and seem to trap myself into twinkles fantasy land. I dream of great things. I also dream of weird things like being shipwrecked and saved by jack sparrows boat only to be stopped halfway into a casino where we bought a compass from the giftshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- im sidetracking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams I think of how great it would be to finally figure out what I want to do and who I want to be in life. be stable. find a husband who can finally understand me and my ways and put up with it, no questions asked because he knows that..that's just me and that's just how I am..but all the same..loves me just for that. a husband who helps me better myself when it comes to my attitude, my stubborness, my lack of reasoning sometimes, etc. instead of picking at my faults and having arguments such as "well you do this &amp; you do that" because he knows that when you point fingers it doesn't help the situation any less. one who will never keep tabs of the good things he does for me so that when we do fight won't have to draw it up on a powerpoint presentation. I dream of having a decent sized house. nothing too big because id want to be able to feel safe and secure. I dream of having a dog and 3 kids. a boy &amp; two girls. only because I love dressing girls up but id also love to see my son play in all kinds of sports. I dream of still having my friends who have stuck by me through thick &amp; thin. the ones who never talked shit behind my back. the ones who would still hang out no matter how busy their schedule got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only time and patience can determine if my dreams and my fantasy land will ever happen in real life. but in order for it to come true, I have to do it...on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-2366673308503381109?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2366673308503381109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=2366673308503381109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2366673308503381109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2366673308503381109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-word-blurts.html' title='beyonce - flaws&amp;all.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-7576292392033581952</id><published>2008-08-05T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:42:39.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still getting by..</title><content type='html'>7 months today &amp; I still love &amp; miss you the same, if not..more. rest in peace jeff. im always thinking about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7576292392033581952?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7576292392033581952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7576292392033581952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7576292392033581952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7576292392033581952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-getting-by.html' title='still getting by..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-1205012217252094258</id><published>2008-07-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:08:41.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pisces..</title><content type='html'>The Fishes&lt;br /&gt; Febuary 20 to March 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Traditional&lt;br /&gt; Pisces Traits&lt;br /&gt; Imaginative and sensitive&lt;br /&gt; Compassionate and kind&lt;br /&gt; Selfless and unworldly&lt;br /&gt; Intuitive and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the dark side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Escapist and idealistic&lt;br /&gt; Secretive and vague&lt;br /&gt; Weak-willed and easily led&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Pisces! About Your Sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pisces,&lt;br /&gt; Pisceans possess a gentle, patient, malleable nature. They have many generous qualities and are friendly, good natured, kind and compassionate, sensitive to the feelings of those around them, and respond with the utmost sympathy and tact to any suffering they encounter. They are deservedly popular with all kinds of people, partly because their easygoing, affectionate, submissive natures offer no threat or challenge to stronger and more exuberant characters. They accept the people around them and the circumstances in which they find themselves rather than trying to adapt them to suit themselves, and they patiently wait for problems to sort themselves out rather than take the initiative in solving them. They are more readily concerned with the problems of others than with their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Their natures tend to be too otherworldly for the practical purposes of living in this world as it is. They sometimes exist emotionally rather than rationally, instinctively more than intellectually (depending on how they are aspected). They long to be recognized as greatly creative. They also dislike disciple and confinement. The nine-to-five life is not for them. Any rebellion they make against convention is personal, however, as they often times do not have the energy or motivation to battle against the Establishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pisceans tend to withdraw into a dream world where their qualities can bring mental satisfaction and sometimes, fame and financial reward for they are extremely gifted artistically. They are also versatile and intuitive, have quick understanding, observe and listen well, and are receptive to new ideas and atmospheres. All these factors can combine to produce remarkable creativity in literature, music and art. They may count among their gifts mediumistic qualities which can give them a feeling that their best work comes from outside themselves, "Whispered beyond the misted curtains, screening this world from that." Even when they cannot express themselves creatively they have a greater than average instinct for, and love of, beauty in art and nature, a catlike appreciation of luxury and pleasure, and a yearning for new sensations and travel to remote, exotic places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They are never egotistical in their personal relationships and give more than they ask from their friends. They are sexually delicate, in the extreme almost asexual, and most Pisceans would want a relationship in which the partner's mind and spirit rather than the body resonated with their own. Unfortunately they can be easily misled by a lover who courts them delicately and in marriage makes them unhappy by a coarser sexuality than they expected. They are nevertheless intensely loyal and home-loving and will remain faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FEED YOUR FAITH AND YOUR FEARS WILL STARVE TO DEATH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's in store for my future, but I have a feeling..its something worth waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-1205012217252094258?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1205012217252094258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=1205012217252094258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1205012217252094258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1205012217252094258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/07/pisces.html' title='pisces..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4773070369108815292</id><published>2008-07-16T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:40:18.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love sleeping.</title><content type='html'>for some reason today, I was able to go back to sleep after waking up. I really need to stop waking up at 11 though. eh, I guess its better than when I woke up at 12? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a pretty productive day. I did some stuff around the house. my sis came over and I cut her hair. lai came and we went to get something to eat at lolitas. saw lahh and archie w. koa. also saw joycyll &amp; verndogs sister. ate some carne asada frizzies then headed to starbucks to do some chit-chatting. afterwards lai dropped me off and I gave my motherdear my keys. bree, ron, &amp; danny picked me up and we went to joltn joes to play pool. dom &amp; ricky met up. afterwards went to dennys where we sat for a good 30 minutes trying to figure out where to eat. ended up at jbos parking lot pimpin..then went home. those boys, are hillarious. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck on your interview today lai. you'll do fine. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4773070369108815292?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4773070369108815292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4773070369108815292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4773070369108815292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4773070369108815292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-sleeping.html' title='I love sleeping.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-5206080078571793819</id><published>2008-07-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:15:00.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog</title><content type='html'>hola mi amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been up in this bad boy for a while. there's so much that's been happening but so little of my memory to give out. so sorry for ya suckas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo! I'm glad to say I've been hangin w. some of my old friends and its been ridiculously fun. ohhh how I've missed my aubreezy and danny. those two are crazy sons of a. saturday we decided to go out since the whole week we were being nothing but lazy. lai came early to hang out then lahh, aj, archie, and james came. we waited for aubrey and danny to come w. the drinks. as soon as we got all warm n fuzzy inside we headed to dt and went to the local. john n marvin were at raw eating sushi and met up w. us after. the most popular thing at the bar = the breathalizer. I swear everyone was trying to see who can get the highest point level. after my shot of patron I said, no thanks. I already know I'm drunk. ron met up with us shortly after. lai and them left early buti stayed and hung out. met some cool chicks. friends of aubreys. kris &amp; her friend, I forgot her name. oops. heh. anyway, john was missing for a while so I was sent out to look for him. found him w. a cup of ice water and off to the side, chunks of sushi. haha! poor thing. afterwards we left to get mexican food where me, bree, danny, and ron went back to rons to eat. afterwards dropped me off at home and passed the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day I woke up w. a slight bit of a headache. thanks to my hangover cure = gatorade ;] yum. good stuff indeed. I spent the whole day being a lazy bum and was seriously in bed, in the same position. jus watchin some good ol sunday movies &amp; sippin on some juice. a wonderful sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I played w. the kids, cut my nieces hair and enjoyed my 2nd last day before working. chilled out at home. lai and lahh came over for some girl talk. thank god! I definitely needed some real girl time. I can't even begin to tell you how awesome these two girls are. I'm not used to being around people who don't have to talk about other people but jus random stuff. I love these two to death and I'm very very thankful I met them because I think without them, I'd be going crazy already. they absolutely keep me sane. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should get out of my bed and start my day already. heh! I need to get rid of this bad sleeping pattern. chatting till 4am is not good but it feels so right! HAHA! I'm a hoot. maybe ill write later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-5206080078571793819?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5206080078571793819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=5206080078571793819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5206080078571793819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5206080078571793819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-976916875533662253</id><published>2008-06-20T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:37:49.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why alcohol is my enemy..</title><content type='html'>I absolutely HATE hangovers. big ones, little ones. its just that feeling in the morning that you can't concentrate. like someone had drained all the saliva out of your mouth and no matter how much water you drink it seems to just soak up within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never played so much beer pong until I met hiep. his friends (which are my friends now also) play almost everytime we hang out. I think were the reason the plastic cup company has been able to make all the fancy shmancy looking ones now. you know, the multiple colors and such with all the money we put into it every other day. haha. don't get me wrong though, beer pong is the absolute shit. I remember a time when wed play at athenas in san marcos and boy did I suck! now I think I've gotten it figured out. hah. we played the usual 6 cup with 2 people. one day though, mike decided to crank it up a notch. now we play 28 cups w. 4 people. calling it "4 by 4". haha. same rules just a little longer but a little more intense. yesterday I played 3 games. 1 reg and 2 4by4's and lost each game. therefore, was pretty dang drunk leaving me a bad headache. oh well, all worth it for a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to the girl added to thee girlfriends corner!! more girls to play beer pong with. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if the girlfriends don't like you, you probably won't last" hahahha. freakin lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo. I woke up this morning to babysit the kids till the motherload got home. hiep said he was gona be here at 7am. by 7:45 I already knew he was still sleeping. as soon as jacob fell asleep I hopped into the shower to wake myself up a little. I got out and found my bf in my room watching tv. 8oclock. not bad. I looked to my right and there sat a vase full of red roses. ahhh, my bf. the charmer. =) what can I say? he's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays plans: delmeezy w. the gangola!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-976916875533662253?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/976916875533662253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=976916875533662253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/976916875533662253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/976916875533662253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/06/reason-why-alcohol-is-my-enemy.html' title='the reason why alcohol is my enemy..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3486947181796164247</id><published>2008-06-19T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:29:39.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a pizza in an oven..</title><content type='html'>I'm burning up! holy freakin moly. you'd think that because I don't get any sort of sun light in my room itd be cooler than a polar bears toenail...nope! its still freakin hot as heccck in there. its worse when hieps laying next to me. its like more body heat. this is why I love winter. dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( btw, thanks lai for reading up on my posts, you're awesome! =] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately I've been studying up on my exam for my test. I hope I pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I woke up exceptionally later than usual. 12pm! geezus. I got up, got ready and headed out the door. I was totally sidetracked w. my thoughts that I missed the route I was trying to go. I somehow ended up on the 805 s. I exited bonita and before going to my destination thought I'd make an unexpected turn into glen abbey. I parked and headed to wear jeff rests. sat beside him and put a new candle in kristines lantern and lit it up. left him a menthol light while I lit mine. we smoked, well I smoked. I imagined he was up there doing the same. told him my thoughts, what's been happening, that like everyday I miss him more than ever. I don't want him feeling like I've forgotten him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards I said my goodbyes and went to young ideas hair salon to meet w. ghemma. hopefully her owner says she can use me as an assistant. dropped by my older sisters house to pick up some clothes and to check if my book came in yet. no luck. bah. got food for my mom and here I am, dying in heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I'm actually going to attend my cardio class along w. my sister and her friends liza and janette. its been a while...2 weeks maybe? since my last class. after going to two and feeling how pumped and energetic I am days after makes me really wanna go frequently because I noticed that the last 2 weeks have been leaving me L-A-Z-Y again. I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this saturday marjee &amp; sheila come along as well. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3486947181796164247?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3486947181796164247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3486947181796164247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3486947181796164247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3486947181796164247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-pizza-in-oven_19.html' title='like a pizza in an oven..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-7118487764825258144</id><published>2008-06-13T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:32:50.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy friday!</title><content type='html'>for anyone who's concerned (which you're probably not) the boyfriend and I are ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much lighter note, I never got to mention how the jabbawockeez (YES another jabbawockeez entry, hiep WAS right and no ate I am NOT borderline stalker..ok just a little) went to my nieces dance studio to practice. well, some of the jabbs used to teach there so I wasn't so surprised. I was however, pretty bummed when I found out ben was there. my goodness is he a looker. my sister even said, 'yea he is cuter in person' ...MMHMM!! you said it! anyway, they were nice enough to take the time out and sign autos and take pics w. my niece and her dance group. she got her shoe signed by rainen and phi and got rainen, ben, saso, and phi to sign her yearbook. ahh, ben..my little sweetheart. haha! jk. I was about to take my ass, pick up lai and head over there. but my sister said they were leaving. SHUCKS! ..hiep reminded me "you knooooow, you DID take a picture w. him at 4th and b". haha. he's silly. I'm glad he doesn't mind my super obsession w. the jabbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bummed that I also missed ANOTHER david henry cardio class. crapS! this saturday. I hope I hope! I need to feel the burrrrnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of dancers. I've seriously watched americas best dance crew season 2 about 10 or more times already. I think I could do most of the dances. ok no. I'm dissapointed in all the "jabb" fans that all of a sudden like supreme soul. don't get me wrong. they're good BUT not as good as my hotties. the shorter guy IS cute. hehe. but if I have to pick a favorite, I like SoRealCru from houston? I think that's where they're from. they're dances are sexy. boogie bots from dc is pretty ill also. but I still gotta root for super cr3w from vegas. GO WESTCOAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to also say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so crazy. I've never gotten into basketball until I met hiep. I guess also its because we watch it with all his friends which makes it more exciting. but even when its jus us two, he's just so into it that the vibe goes through me. I was sad to see their loss in the second half when their first half was just too good to be true. kobe is STILL fine though. yumS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7118487764825258144?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7118487764825258144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7118487764825258144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7118487764825258144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7118487764825258144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-friday.html' title='happy friday!'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3722947393622328912</id><published>2008-06-12T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:16:54.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when I scream..is anyone listening?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm trapped in a bubble where no one can hear me. like those dreams where you're standing and someones coming after you yet you can't move. you're scared out of your mind and your yelling for someone to wake you from this wretched dream. you're trying to pull your body off the floor to run away but all of a sudden its as if someone had drilled nails to your feet so you can't leave. think I'm overexaggerating? I'm totally not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes a relationship work? communication and understanding am I right? but how does that work when the type of communication you're getting is just question after question. how does it work when they're too busy trying to be right to fully understand why you're feeling the way you do. how will it work when one just walks away from an issue hoping it will just go away just like that (yes, I admit that even I'M not helping in this situation) or that my hand against someones face will make things better. its not about the small issue, its not about a blanket..or who's right or wrong. its about feeling like youve done something good by going out of your way (and no they didn't ask u to do it) to please a person and all they do is take it for granted. that's what its about. and if I'm wrong for feeling like my actions have been put to the side for the mere fact of being right. then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never gotten phsyical with anyone but does it ever cross ones mind that the reason why I do it is cause they push my buttons? maybe the way I can push a persons buttons to curse and yell at me the way they do when I walk away. cause I know that's what makes them mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't healthy. I want us to be healthy. I want us to have an understanding of each other. I know I can't change a person but I wish we can come to a conclusion of how to handle situations without it ending up the way it does. I guess the only way that can happen is through communication is it not? don't get me wrong. he totally understands me when were not fighting. but when we are its like he's a different person. this person who doesn't care to see how I'm feeling because he's so tuned out. it scares me. he knows it scares me. I just hope one day, it will never have to be like this again. I love him. I really do. I don't even care if he doesn't feel the same way back. I love him not for his temper but for everything except that. I have faith that one day well be able to handle things better. but does he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3722947393622328912?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3722947393622328912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3722947393622328912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3722947393622328912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3722947393622328912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-screamis-anyone-listening.html' title='when I scream..is anyone listening?'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-2145318451946621119</id><published>2008-06-05T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:27:25.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spice up your life..</title><content type='html'>I was reading some old blogs and I noticed I haven't stunned u guys with some of my facts. mainly because I've been blogging on  my sk since I don't have internet yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I noticed how SOME of my entries are witty and some jus are plain boring. don't get me wrong everyone! I'm a lot more funny in person, I swear. however, if you'd like some good hillarious knee slapping blogs please visit, shere1.blogspot.com. sorry ate, I can't do that cool thing you do where you can click the name and it'll link it to their blog. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday I was bored and had a lot of time to kill before I was going to meet up w. the couples for some dinner at old town. I decided to join my sister and watch dez go to her hiphop classes. we get there and dez and her class are sitting around while my sister and I sat and waited. in comes the hot instructor as he dances his way through the two opened doors. he gives me a look and a smile, takes my hand gives me a twirl. he looks into my eyes and says, "you are the hottest hip hop cardio girl I've ever seen in MY LIFE". then I snap into reality as my sister is talking about her car incident the day before. haha. ok ok, hot dance instructor or HDI..wasn't there yesterday. my sister and I did check out dez' dance instructor bust some moves. YUM, CHOC-OH-LATAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dance instructor goes up to turn aircon in room)&lt;br /&gt;me: oh no, its ok, don't do that....JUST SWEAT. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for hiep to pick me up at the studio while I watched a hip hop cardio class in session. made a couple friends while I sat around and watched giggles triumphantly bust her moves WITH her eyes closed and the hiepster look alike from the back who was flayling his arms here and there w. the beat who ALSO had his eyes closed (or were they open and I jus couldn't tell? who knows). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I'm gona take hip hop classes. hiep was making fun of me when I told him my golden news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: do u think I can do it?&lt;br /&gt;him: I think u can do it. do I think you'll be coordinated while doing it? that's another story..&lt;br /&gt;me: I can be coordinated!!&lt;br /&gt;him: are u going to be one of those dancers who cry while dancing cuz their so into it..u might here a chris brown song come on and jus start tearing cuz youre so into the movements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should post up a picture of exactly how he thinks ill look during hip hop classes. haha. asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards met up some of the gang at old town where we ate at some mexican joint. I like how mike says over the phone, "yea, twinkle! its the mexican cafe with the lady tossing up tortillas". we get there and there's 6 mexican cafes and maybe 3 with ladies tossing up tortillas. haha. food was good. I was stuffed. we made our way to 32nd for some wednesday night bowling. I gotta say, I missed our wednesday night outings. now that archie works mornings again, looks like our boring phase has passed. had fun. drank some beers, bowled some balls. jesse hendrickson came by also. it was nice seeing him after how many years! talked to him for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home &amp; the bf came back to sleepovers w. me and teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays plans? visit jeff then lakers game w. the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 5 months today ***&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace jeffster. love &amp; miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-2145318451946621119?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2145318451946621119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=2145318451946621119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2145318451946621119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2145318451946621119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/06/spice-up-your-life.html' title='spice up your life..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-5936600772442064855</id><published>2008-06-02T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:09:01.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and I'm dancing like I've never danced before..</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I wrote in here. mainly because I don't have much internet access and my sk is a pain in the ass when blogging. but I'm here, and I can't sleep so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I've been spending a lot of time w. the bf and tedsters. he's getting a lot better! now he's no longer leashed as much and does his bizznazz on his mat. phew! patience is key, patience is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I go on talking about my new found hobby let me take a minute and gripe about something. can I express enough how much I hate mall parking lot structures? today the bf and I decide to go eat at sushi deli. we take my car and there was some telemundo thing by the restaurant which made us have to park at the mall. we were so excited for sushi (god knows why, we eat there almost every week) that we didn't bother to look where we had parked. not to mention we got completely lost trying to find the entrance to the mall so we could validate. we kept telling each other, "its gona be a bitch finding the car cuz we didn't bother to look at what FRUIT we parked at"..thank god for those by the way, the little numbers w. the fruit, veggie, disney character right next to it. so we eat, go back to the parking structure and what do you know. WERE LOST. we spent a good 30 minutes looking for hieps car then finally we realized, "oh shit, we didn't take his car..we took mine". if we had known that 30 minutes earlier then when it dawned on us, we woulda found my car because we past the level it was in. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister and I found a new hobby. yup, HIP HOP CARDIO. we went the other weekend when it was free. there were so many people that we didn't have much room to move around. that class, WAS EASY PEAZY! we ended up getting more classes and even my sisters friend janette joined us. the other week we took the 1030 am class. last sat we decided to take the 930 w. a different teacher. lets just say, my legs blew out from trying to impress the hot dance instructor. hahaha! yup, should've just stuck to the 1030 am class. jk. no but really, his class was actually a lot better because I felt like I really worked out. despite I lost my train of thought when he'd come in front of me, my sister, and janette to see if we got the moves right. teehee, of course, he can't compare to my jabbawockee of a bf who knows how to do the chest move. haha. Mmm sexy! anywho, I can't wait for another good workout this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that saturday after the workout I got home and got ready, went to my sisters for a bit then went home to meet up the bf. we hung out till it was time for me to go to bodyrock. the bf stayed at my house while I left. bodyrock was pretty damn awesome. I had fun. I'm seriously thinking of taking hip hop classes! along w. my hula with lai. funtimes. afterwards, we met up w. my sisters friend liza and her fam..yes, which includes belle..rainens (jabbawockeez) wife. I was hoping she didn't recognize me that night lai and I went jabbahunting. haha! I got home. chilled then slept at hiepstas house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guesss that's it? my fingers hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, wisha me luck on my interviews this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 4 month mark &amp; still going strong&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-5936600772442064855?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5936600772442064855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=5936600772442064855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5936600772442064855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5936600772442064855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-im-dancing-like-ive-never-danced_02.html' title='and I&apos;m dancing like I&apos;ve never danced before..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-7011995408003768442</id><published>2008-05-23T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:39:11.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring care.</title><content type='html'>hahahaha! YES I still think its funny. anyway, I'm here at my moms board and care just wasting some time until I go pick up dez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much has been happening since monday. teddy is still being a brat. yesterday hiep and I had dinner w. my sister, the bro in law, and their kids. ate sushi at tomadotchi. good stuff. different from sushi deli. I've got to admit though, sushi deli has by far...the BEST miso soup. no other restaurant can compare. butttt, tomadotchi has some GOOOOOD dessert. I'm craving it as we speak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jampacked lately! hiphop cardio/mani pedi with sister n moms on sat. pads game/mikes grad party on sun. tks bday dinner on thurs. dez' papia performance on the 30th. bodyrock on the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, to add to me n hieps busy month next month we've got a road trip next month! hopefully everyone else can go also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring, boring, boring. ok lets spice this up a little more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from my sisters page..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What were you doing five years ago?&lt;br /&gt; I was working at circuit city. deciding whether or not I was gona go to reg. college or cosmetology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What are/were five things on your to-do list for today?&lt;br /&gt; - help moms out w. the board and care&lt;br /&gt;- pick up dez&lt;br /&gt;- babysit the little ones after my dad leaves for work&lt;br /&gt;- hang out w. the boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;- watch the lakers game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What five snacks do you enjoy?&lt;br /&gt; - hooters 3 mile island wings.&lt;br /&gt; - lemons.&lt;br /&gt; - pickles.&lt;br /&gt; - sprinkles cupcakes (my new found love).&lt;br /&gt; - Flamin' Hot Cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What five things would you do if you were a billionaire?&lt;br /&gt; - take care of my parents.&lt;br /&gt; - share with my sisters and bf&lt;br /&gt; - go to europe/japan&lt;br /&gt; - give some to charity&lt;br /&gt; - Invest and save the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What are five of your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt; - I crack my knuckles constantly.&lt;br /&gt; - I'm number one on filipino time.&lt;br /&gt; - like my sister, I'm a compulsive spender when I have money&lt;br /&gt; - I HAVE to wear a tank top to sleep cause I hate when my shirt hikes up my armpits&lt;br /&gt; - when I'm craving a certain type of food I WON'T settle for anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What are five places you have lived?&lt;br /&gt; - in the hood (ph)&lt;br /&gt; - in the boonies (murrieta)&lt;br /&gt; - in the rich area (eastlake)&lt;br /&gt; - on my sisters couch (chula vista)&lt;br /&gt; - hieps room (scripps ranch) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What are five jobs you have had?&lt;br /&gt; - robinsons may retail associate for the intimate apparel department.&lt;br /&gt; - front des receptionist for primerica.&lt;br /&gt; - product specialist at circuit city.&lt;br /&gt; - kids club attendant at la fitness&lt;br /&gt; - parts/service department for some car joint&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;what five people do you want to tag?&lt;br /&gt;whoeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- on another note, don't worry ate..ill be just as uncoordinated tomorrow. I have a feeling you're right though. I bet tomorrow all the young and more flexible girls are gonna be there. yipes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7011995408003768442?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7011995408003768442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7011995408003768442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7011995408003768442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7011995408003768442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/05/boring-care.html' title='boring care.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-556725503894078847</id><published>2008-05-16T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:43:08.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motherly-love</title><content type='html'>so, i guess you can say having teddy is almost like having a kid on your own. he cries when he cant see me, pees and poos around the clock, eats almost ALL the time, and is SPOILED-SPOILED-SPOILED. not only by me, but everyone around me. my dad is constantly checking my room to see what hes doing and if hes sleeping he'll grab him and bring him outside to hang out with him. katelyn follows him around. gets excited when she knows shes going to see him, cries when she leaves and is always "just tucking him in". she wont let her sister play with him. OH, imagine when alana tries to play with him, its gonna be a GIRLFIGHT. a good way to get her to behave though...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: katelyn, make sure you share your toys with jacob or im not going to bring teddy here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;katelyn: oh! okay ninang! here jacob, play with ALL my toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. funny. yesterday after the madness of all the attention he was getting, hiep and i decided to leave him in his little room and go to archies. the guys played beer pong and dominos while lahh, lai, and i sat in the corner and talked. lahh had her puppy koa on her lap and we could NOT stop talking about our puppies. lai sat there and said, "you guys are talking about koa and teddy as if theyre your kids and im just sitting here, DEEJAY I WANT A DOG". deejays response, "ill get you a tamagotchi" HAHA, i was cracking up! take note, lai has a dog. his name is pico. well, his REAL names poncho but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;call him pico. deejay didnt let lai take care of him. probably because he didnt want all the attention going to him so he put him in the backyard with no interaction with anybody whatsoever. now, the dog is feisty. well, from what hiep told me is that the dog was hyper to begin with and not friendly. always barking. a lot different from teddy. nonetheless, the dog is abandon in the backyard in a foursided gate. my dog however, is starting to think that he can sleep next to me at night. the only reason why ive been letting him is because its keeping him quiet at night while we have guests from p.i. but believe me, as soon as they leave and its just me and teddy in the house at night, he can cry all night and i can tune it out. i tune out hieps whining, how hard can it be? HAHAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2017735862281523070-556725503894078847?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/556725503894078847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=556725503894078847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/556725503894078847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/556725503894078847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/05/motherly-love.html' title='motherly-love'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-8472262623895697107</id><published>2008-05-09T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:34:16.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boofuckinghoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah i said it, and i dont care.&lt;br&gt;I need some kind of cheering up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2017735862281523070-8472262623895697107?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8472262623895697107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=8472262623895697107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8472262623895697107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8472262623895697107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/05/boofuckinghoo.html' title='boofuckinghoo.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3938997386809936311</id><published>2008-05-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:39:48.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Beautiful mom can you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Can you glow, can you sing me my favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Got fever, warm clothes are clean, kids are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; What to do she's a sleeping sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; She says birds fly out her window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; She watches jealously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; She says she's too old for new things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; But mama you got wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the cats out of the bag. im&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; STRESSED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive tried so hard to hide it under a smile and a shrug but i guess eventually its bound to come out. i dont know what to do? go back to school to further more advance my knowledge? or get a job that i'll absolutely hate just to earn some greens. part of me thinks of just pursuing what i initially went to school for, cosmetology. but part of me wants to make MORE money doing something that'll make me feel good at the end of the day. going to school somewhere in the medical field is something my mom wanted me and my sisters to do as a permanent career. it sounds good, but am i capable? im sure if i put my heart into it id be able to do it. now my choice was to go back to school  to become a teacher. i absolutely and undoubtedly loveeeee kids. i can be around them for hours. i remember working at la fitness in the kids section and as much as some of them drove me insane, i still loved seeing their little faces glow with happiness when id read them a book, draw them a picture, play wallball with them. it was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres the side of me that just wants to get a job that ill hate jus to make money. lately ive been stressed out financially. its not so much my problem but someone rather close to me. i want to help her out. i want to work hard, earn money, and just give it all to her. it makes me sad to see her stressed out about it. it makes me sad knowing that shes worried about so many other things that her financial struggles doesnt make it any easier for her. i just want her to be happy. i miss her smile. i miss when she didnt worry about all this stuff. sometimes i jus lay there with her and hug her because i want her to feel like eventually, at the end of this crazy mess, that everything will be okay. i cant help but cry when i think about all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i read risse's blog and thats when i think more than ever do i need god. that she needs god. that we all need god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risses blog -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atthew 11:28-30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray everynight that he'll watch over her and make sure that shes being taken care of somehow because i know right now, i cant do it. n0w more then ever do i WISH i can take care of her. i see her struggle, and i see her trying to be the strong woman she once was and i know that shes trying her hardest not to let any of us worry. we'll be okay one day again, like we were before. we'll make it through. but for now, i gotta keep on being strong for her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im sorry to those who ive been not keeping in touch with. its nothing im trying to do intentionally. some say they think they can understand, but right now..i dont think anyone can. not even the boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3938997386809936311?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3938997386809936311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3938997386809936311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3938997386809936311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3938997386809936311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/05/tell-me-how-am-i-supposed-to-breathe.html' title='lonely world'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-7432988273314216294</id><published>2008-05-07T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:58:16.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unrelated blog about absolutely nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;twinkles fun fact of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; We are about 1 cm taller in the morning than in the evening. Layers of cartilage in the joints gets compressed during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moving on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its almost that time folks. im moving back to my old house in about, 3 days. am i excited? heck yeah! i think thats one of the main reasons its been hard for me to sleep at night. ill think about, "where should i put my bed?" or "will my tv fit on that side?" then i started thinking, "ok, do i REALLY want to paint my walls that color?" me and the hiepsta decided to start thursday that way the smell of paint can wear off by saturday. i was thinking of going for this color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020sb9iFI9AUBciyjzbkF/SIG=13v5r4t51/EXP=1210271643/**http%3A//www.sedonastones.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/Turquoise%2520WHOLESALE%2520BEADS%25202%2520002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats about as descriptive as i can get. turquoise. i love that color for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that or i was gonna go for a dark blue and bright red that way i can buy this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/assets/product_images/230/49498108610CZ.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see what happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a pretty good day. hiep came over. played some wii. spent some qt time. he took a nap. i &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;cant figure out how the heck hes able to sleep on that darn couch. i guess ill never understand. he left to go finish studying and i met up with the best and jenny to eat some pho. me and the best went to target/walmart afterwards and did a whole lot of catching up seeing as i havent seen her for forever and missed her like crazy. we even saw this hag we were JUST talking about during dinner. HAHA. just the look of her makes me cringe. oh well. im sure jay loved that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ironman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im taking the bf to watch ironman. will i like it? who knows. i know that i misjudged transformers. so we'll just have to see. i told him id watch ironman but that would mean hed have to watch sex and the city the movie with me. well, even if i didnt watch ironman..id still make him go with me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;myspace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, so ive been thinking more and more...why is myspace so addicting and why cant i get off it? i swear, all it is..is pictures/comments. i dont get whats so fascinating about other peoples lives. haha. i catch myself sometimes going back to someones page that ive already seen thinking that something might magically appear. kind of like when youre really hungry but theres NO food. you go back and forth to the fridge like some magic elf might have left you some cookies. and then theres those peoples pages you WANT to look at it but when you see its private you curse at the world as if its most devestating thing thats ever happened to you. hahaha. you know you people know what im talking about! then theres the people who get offended if youre not on their "top". tom might as well make a "so and so's" top 204. that way EVERYONE will be pleased. myspace is a drug i tell ya, it'll make you go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aim convos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to tk (toeknee) yesterday and we were so close to hitting up that alicia keys concert. butttt, eh. next time. his birthday functions coming up and im thinking of going to a few. i havent hung out with him since bar basic when he and ollie got into a fight. talk about a LONG time ago. maybe i'll bring some of my gals with me so i wont feel too awkward. he said to me, "yeah come! you'll never know who might show up". haha. hes so crazy. i love that guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7432988273314216294?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7432988273314216294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7432988273314216294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7432988273314216294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7432988273314216294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/05/unrelated-blog-about-absolutely-nothing.html' title='unrelated blog about absolutely nothing.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3191618841971688712</id><published>2008-05-06T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:56:33.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days</title><content type='html'>boy have i missed it. i love the rain. not everyday but once in a while its nice to look out and see everything all mellow. i love it cause it makes me feel lazy. a good lazy. the type of lazy where it just feels good to be under some comfy sheets watching some tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday marked jeffs 4 months. 4 months? can you believe that? i swear it was just like yesterday that i said goodbye to him at glen abby. i read annes blog. very deep. dont worry cousin, when it comes to jeff i think about the same things. im sure everyone does. at least, everyone that i talk to does. hes in my prayers every night and in my thoughts everyday. life really isnt the same without him. i started thinking, will i ever be okay? sometimes i get scared that i'll forget how he sounds, what he looks like, how he laughs, how weird he was. i try to remember everything about him. i absolutely hate hate hate the fact that hes gone. whenever the 5th hits i always seem to wish i could figure out a way to get him back but i know that'll never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot on my mind. a lot of things that are bothering me. but none of which i want to really discuss through blogs right now. lets just say, it sucks when the people you care about, dont really have your back like you thought they did. dont get me wrong, there are those who DO have my back and i appreciate it and i love you unconditionally for it. but the ones who dont are the ones im dissapointed in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3191618841971688712?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3191618841971688712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3191618841971688712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3191618841971688712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3191618841971688712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/05/rainy-days.html' title='rainy days'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-2343731059572398011</id><published>2008-05-04T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:54:34.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am STILL in love with you.</title><content type='html'>twinkles fun fact of the day: a hummingbird weighs less than a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you read the caption right. no matter what, i cant seem to NOT be in love with the jabbawockeez. yesterday the bf, lai, ronnie, and i went to the e40 concert where the jabbawockeez were going to perform (pictures will be up as soon as lai uploads). we waited a good hour in line and the whole time we kept saying "man, we shouldve got something to drink." the more time passed the more we wasted time NOT getting alcohol in our system. we FINALLY got in and went to the booths to check out the shirts. the bf was kind enough to get me another shirt, this time in a girl size. tell me why the small was TOO small. lai and i ended up getting a medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jabb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/jabb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ronnie got a shirt for him and deejay since deejay is probably the biggest fan outta the guys and couldnt go due to being in p.i. OH BUT WOULD HE HAVE LOVED IT! we get some dranky dranks and headed towards the stage to get some good spots. we got MAJORLY good spots. i scooted in front of this tall girl standing in front of me. as hiep would say, "we got the nice side of the crowd". normally girls would be "OH HELL NO THIS BIOTCH DID NOT JUST GO IN FRONT OF ME." i guess she understood because lai and i are tiny. we waited, waited, waited, waited, and waited. our buzzes wore off, ronnie was tired from getting too hyphy too early &amp;amp; i had to be SO SO SO SO bad! but! i wasnt going to go to the bathroom and miss my hunnies. then there they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jabb2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/jabb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was screaming so loud that it was starting to hurt my throat. i'll admit, i was going NUTSO (yeah i dont care what you people think haha). and yes, OH YES..phil touched my hand. their performance was so damn good. afterwards we enjoyed the rest of the concert. got hyphy. well, ronnie did. HAHA! i just enjoyed the music and moved my toosh. lai and i bought masks hoping to get them signed but we didnt have a pen. we got to take pictures with ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jabb3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/jabb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jabb4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/jabb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jabb6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/jabb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jabb5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/jabb5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and phil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jabb7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/jabb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperately. afterwards i couldnt help but stare at our treasures. thank you lai, for the best night of my life. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may 31st my sister, my niece, and i are going to bodyrock so des can get a feel of the hip hop culture. im sure she'll love it. i cant wait to see her grow and become a good dancer. my sister says we might be able to hang out with her friend thats helping out. woohoo! fun stuff!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-2343731059572398011?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2343731059572398011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=2343731059572398011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2343731059572398011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2343731059572398011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-still-in-love-with-you.html' title='i am STILL in love with you.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-8887440787853221369</id><published>2008-05-01T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:17:10.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;twinkles fun fact of the day:&lt;/span&gt; Cows are incapable of putting their lips together to make sounds like humans, so they are actually saying "OOOOO" instead of "Moo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 1st of the month bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i offically got my cousin sucked into the world of blogspot.com. funny huh? youd think with all that she does in her daily routine she wouldnt have time for a blog let alone her myspace. but low and behold, what you dont know is she goes home on her lunch to catch up on her myspace time. HAHA! i revealed your secret! anywho, lets see how long she actually keeps hers updated. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum up the rest of wednesday. i practically didnt do shit. picked up desiree we went to the store to buy some food to cook and ended up getting brownie mix. it turned out pretty damn delicious if you ask me. i tried to take a nap but somewhere inbetween that i was interrupted with katelyns "can someone open the gate so i can get my horse?" now i wouldve got up and done it for her but even i cant seem to get my sisters baby proof contraptions to work myself. i have to get des to do it for me. along with that there were two girls making out in the middle of the room while juggling fire (happy hiep. haha). i ended up just getting up and going on aim. the cousin wanted to go on a coffee run so i decided to make a trip to the hood. we got coffee, some guys in their cool looking ford with their tupac music blasted to the max were trying to call out to us but us being the snotty bitches we are pretended like we had other things to do like play with our sidekicks. paul wanted soy in his coffee but we didnt give it to him. HAHA. we got back to the house and just youtubed it and much like our old fri/sat nights when we'd sit in front of the computer on the couch catching up on our gossip girl. blairs such a bitch, I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on the way home from my cousins house when leona lewis - yesterday came on my ipod. for some reason it made me think of jeff. i miss him like crazy. bleugh. the lyrics just had so much to say. i sat in silence while i drove and just listened to the words. its so true, they can never have yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant believe your gone, still waitin for mornin to come, when i see if the sun will&lt;br /&gt;Rise,in the way that your by my side, oooo where we had so much in store, tell me what is it&lt;br /&gt;All reaching for, when were through building memories il hold yesterday in my heart, in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can take tomorrow and the plans we made, they can take the music that wel never play, all&lt;br /&gt;The broken dreams, take everything, just take it away, but they can never have yesterday, they&lt;br /&gt;Can take the future that wel never know they can take the places that we said we will go, all&lt;br /&gt;The broken dreams take everything, just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always choose to stay, i should be thankful for everyday, heaven knows what the future&lt;br /&gt;Holds, or least where the story goes, i never believed untill now, i know il see you again im&lt;br /&gt;Sure, no its not selfish to ask for more, one more night one more day one more smile on your&lt;br /&gt;Face but they cant take yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can take tomorrow and the plans we made, they take the music that wel never play, all the&lt;br /&gt;Broken dreams take everythin, just take it away, but they can never have yesterday, they can&lt;br /&gt;Take the future that wel never know, they can take the places that we said we will go, all the&lt;br /&gt;Broken dreams, take everything, just take it away, but they can never have yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought our days would last forever, but it wasnt our destiny, coz in my mind we had so much&lt;br /&gt;Time, but i was so wrong, no i can believe me i can still find the strengh in the moments we&lt;br /&gt;Made&lt;br /&gt;im lookin back on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to entertain you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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title='yesterday.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-7828548249854536010</id><published>2008-04-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:40:32.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a brighter day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;twinkles fun fact of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today not knowing that my day was going to make me feel like complete shitola. i blame it on the weather. i always blame the weather. but really, when its gloomy like this it makes me want to just lock myself in the room that i dont have, crawl in a fetal position under a blanket and just hide until i feel better. lately ive been listening to a lot of islander songs. after brotha joes friends performed on saturday i realized how much i miss that kind of music. how much that music makes me happy when im not feeling too good. islander music is so much different from the music you usually hear. their words are strong. listening to it makes me miss hawaii more than ever. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realized, i know what hobby i want to pick up. i used to take tahitian/hula back in my younger days and that was probably the only thing i enjoyed that kept me fit. so, im going back to it. i miss the practices, the dances, the performing, the dressing up in cute costumes. i miss it all. at one point in my life, that was my passion. something i looked forward to every week.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so ive been trying to decide what car i might go for this year if i end up getting a job. i narrowed my choices down to: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. civic coupe&lt;br /&gt;2. 2009 toyota corolla&lt;br&gt;3. 2008 toyota scion tc&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and its weird because i think god is trying to tell me something, ive been seeing hondas EVERYWHERE! any kind. you name it, i saw it on the road at least 8 times today. so ive decided, honda civic coupe it is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020uyARlIPZkAVdKjzbkF/SIG=11mdrl75v/EXP=1209684786/**http%3A//i16.tinypic.com/346pdmr.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;its nothing compared to my future mercedes c 300&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2199/2197639031_aee8d60f97.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;but itll do. i think anything will be good compared to the little engine that cant. hahahaha. ;P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GetAttachmentaspx.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/GetAttachmentaspx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yowza.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/IMG00042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my rascals.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HL1kRVWRGI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HL1kRVWRGI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USUxL3HvQ7w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USUxL3HvQ7w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;brother joes friends. i like them. theyre good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps. rest in peace jr leano. 5 years today&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7828548249854536010?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7828548249854536010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7828548249854536010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7828548249854536010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7828548249854536010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-brighter-day.html' title='i want a brighter day..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-2172034632111321869</id><published>2008-04-29T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:59:53.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interview with the vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;twinkles fun fact of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; "Almost" is the longest commonly used word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had my first job interview in almost a year? yes, its that time my butt gets up and stops being lazy to go and chase some paper. i had an interview today for this hotel in mission beach. now a lot of times pictures can decieve so when i had checked out their website i didnt think too much of it. as soon as i get there all i could think was, "holy sh&amp;amp;$, did i just step into hawaii?" it was absolutely BEAUTIFUL. the lady was nice and i think my interview went pretty well. one thing though, if i DO get the job that means bye bye lip ring. i guess its time to retire it seeing as that most jobs dont allow you with any kind of face piercing. the sacrifices im willing to make to get paid so i can get a new cizzar. she took me on a tour around the spa and oh my goodness, i was breathless. it was just all so nice and fancy shmancy. i hope i get hired and i hope i stay there for a good amount of time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so good news bloggers, the renters found a new place to live! so i heard. lets hope it stays that way because if thats the case, that means i get to move back home next week. I HOPE I HOPE I HOPE! hieps house is getting way too hot to be hanging out there and if i remember correctly i know that my room downstairs is SO much cooler because no kind of sun hits the inside. besides, all of hieps (and mine now too) friends live on montcliff, spring oak, grove view, etc. all pretty much by my house. so if at montcliff we wont have to worry about, "well, its a 30 minute drive down and back just to sit around and stare at each other." hah! exciting. AND, i get to be neighbors with my best again! how ive missed her sooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just read a couple of my sisters emails. besides blogging email is pretty much the only way we get our sister time bonding. i know i see my eldest a lot because my names practically written on her couch for now but its hard to get a word in with katelyn every 2 minutes, "mom, mom, mom" or jacob crying and whining cause he wants to be fed (hehe), or desiree just being desiree. with my other sister we BARELY see her because shes so busy with work and books. my bro in law joe had asked my sister, "why dont you guys just call each other." its not as easy as it sounds. HAH. thank god for internet though, otherwise we'd be spending a lot of money on stamps because we 'd probably rather write to each other than have the confusing conversation of 3 way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summers almost here and i MUST and i mean, i MUST learn how to swim. hiep keeps saying he'll teach me. maybe i should just give in and let him give it a whirl. its funny how my bro in law al says that my sisters and i are like cats, cant get anywhere NEAR water if its not a bathtub or shower. i still remember a couple summers ago when noriza and i had went to soak city with my sisters and the kids and i almost DROWNED in 4ft of water. yeah you heard me 4 feet. ok well i didnt REALLY drown. i fell back in the water and couldnt get up. all i could hear was norizas voice, "JUST STAND UP!" i was terrified after that. never went to a water park again. HAHA. this year is going to be different. especially if the hiepsta and i are planning on taking a trip to hawaii during his vacation in september. how is it going to look with him all willy nilly at the beach and im standing there where the water is only hitting my ankles. no fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at a random note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if any of you folks are looking for some theatre entertainment i highly suggest you watch babyb mama. amy pohler is HILLARIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZnHZ3-KAsI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZnHZ3-KAsI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres some sk pictures. since hotmail is so slow i figured id do a couple pictures each blog entry. enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00101-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/IMG00101-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiepsta in deep sleep when im dying of heat in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00119-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/IMG00119-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was HIS choice to take this picture, not mine....and that is why hes my boyfriend. haha &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jboy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/jboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacob boy lookin like a g. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---- edited @ 12.57 am, because im bored out of my mind and totally cant go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to continue on with my day, aubrey and i were bored so he offered to pick me up for a little starbizzle catchup. back in the days..before living at my sisters, before murrieta..back when i lived in a little home behind a gated community by telegraph there stood a little area with a nice cozy fireplace next to a starbucks, jamba juice, &amp;amp; panda express. a place id go when i needed to get away, study, or just chill and have a smoke with a couple buddies. bree, danny, and ricky were my eastlake pals. the guys that would hang out with me because theyd be just as bored as i was. the guys who continued on to be my friends even after the twinkle &amp;amp; dante break up. bree calls me a flaker even though i always meet up with him when he askes me to. hah! we spent a good 2 hours drinking some coffee and having a couple smokes talking about people we've bumped into, who we're with now, reminiscing on the days when i lived in the apartments where EVERYONE would always hang out at. the apartment that left the door open in case someone had no where to go were always welcome to come and jus watch tv and have a beer with whoever was in the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now im back at my sisters. wide awake from the coffee. trying to figure out what i can look at online. im running out of things to check out and theres no one online that i really want to chat with besides my cousin. i didnt see hiepsta all day. i miss him. i know right, boohoo. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-2172034632111321869?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2172034632111321869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=2172034632111321869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2172034632111321869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2172034632111321869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/04/interview-with-vampire.html' title='interview with the vampire'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3785906280434878224</id><published>2008-04-28T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:54:29.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh whoa ho those summer nights..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;twinkles fun fact of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; one hundred thousand contains the letter A, but none of the words from one to one hundred ninety nine have an a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i get when it comes to weather. i complain im sweaty when its hot i and i complain im freezing when its cold. why cant it just be hold or cot. its especially hot when i wake up every morning at hieps house. holy tamole! i dont let him get anywhere near me because i dont want to sweat of more body heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been writing in here because honestly, i havent been doing much. haha. the days havent been as exciting as they used to be. maybe because everyones all coupled up now and we're all stuck in our "just wanna be with our bf" phase. who knows. dont get me wrong! its not like my life is boring because to me, it isnt. i have fun just being at hieps house cracking jokes that at least i think are funny. haha. but to my viewers here in blog world..it may not be a ball in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been messing up on all my analogies lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of "smart alec" i said "wise alec"&lt;br /&gt;instead of " killing two birds with a stone" i said "hitting two stones with one rock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so forth..&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend finds it somewhat amusing, i end up feeling dumb. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to move back to montcliff. i miss my house! my room! my bed! my pillows! WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH!!!! those tenants are really starting to get on my nerves. i wish i could tell them off but i know doing that will just give them more reason to want to stay longer. patience is the key right? PFT, i seem to be losing a lot patience that i used to have. THANKS HIEP. HAHA, jk. its not that i hate living at my sisters. if anything, my sisters is a fun place to be at with the kids there to amuse me all the time. its just, her house is really meant for just her family..not the partridge or the brady bunch gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at my sk and i found SO many pictures that i have never sent or uploaded. hotmail takes forever to get my emails but here is a too cute picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jacob.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacobs only smiling because i had food in front of him. haha! but check out the cracker i stuck on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=katesdrawing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/katesdrawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kates drawing of whats supposed to be hiep and i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3785906280434878224?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3785906280434878224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3785906280434878224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3785906280434878224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3785906280434878224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/04/oooh-whoa-ho-those-summer-nights.html' title='Oooh whoa ho those summer nights..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-7368186679067750853</id><published>2008-04-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:45:09.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el oh el oh el...el oh vee eeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;everyone has their first love correct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember my first real boyfriend. i say REAL because i dont count these so called "relationships" i had in hs or jr high. in fact, a lot of the guys in  hs were just guys i dated. they were never formally called "boyfriend" and its not like we ever hung out OUTSIDE of school. haha! anyway, my first boyfriend. dante raphael concepcion jr. a lot of people didnt understand why him and i broke up. thats because they never saw us when we fought. things arent always as they seem i guess you can say. our fights were always indoors but when we'd go out to hang out with people we were always so casual. after a while we were just pretending like we were the same happy couple we were in the beginning. dante and i were so alike in so many ways it was almost scary. there wasnt anything wrong with him. he never treated me bad. he never made me feel less of a person. he knew how to make me laugh. he was the first and probably the last guy whod cry in front of me. i remember it like it was yesterday, my family and i had went to vegas for his birthday and we fought about something..i cant remember now but i just remember leaving the room to get some coffee and when i came back to the room he was gone. i went outside of the hotel and found him sitting on a bench smoking. i sat next to him and it was quiet for a while. i finally look over and i see a tear run down his face. now guys who think they shouldnt cry in front of a girl is not a guy. then i said, "why are you crying?" and at first he denies it then finally he says, "because i dont want you to leave me." haha. so i mean, we had our ups and we definitely had our downs. it was until towards the end of our first year when things really started to get bad. i have really bad insecurity issues. i kept thinking over and over, "why is a guy this good with someone like me for this long? hes GOT to be doing something wrong." then more and more did that thought keep overpowering me. i slowly became more and more insecure to the point where our fights were everyday. it didnt help that he was sneaking in texts from random girls, then he started lying and saying he was "just with the guys" then id find out hed be with these "guys" along with a bunch of "these girls". now that i think of it, if i hadnt been so insecure in the first place then maybe he wouldnt have to sneak texts or say he wasnt with girls. if i had just been trusting in the first place, it wouldnt have blown up the way it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now ive come to this final thought, was i ever in love with dante? because isnt love about trusting that person and not letting your insecurities get the best of you? shouldnt love be about honesty and communication? something in which i obviously didnt see towards the end of our relationship. what would you call it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7368186679067750853?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7368186679067750853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7368186679067750853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7368186679067750853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7368186679067750853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/04/el-oh-el-oh-elel-oh-vee-eeh.html' title='el oh el oh el...el oh vee eeh'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-6182886519439404500</id><published>2008-04-16T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:01:49.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless in san diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;twinkles fun fact of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; A snail can sleep for 3 years.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since ive been sleeping at hieps house for the past couple of days ive been noticing that my sleeping pattern is SO off. hiep sleeps at about 3-4 o clock in the morning with naps at about 11 to 12 o clock at night. i know i dont have to sleep at the time he sleeps but thats how it pretty much ends up because we watch tv, i eat, we talk that sorta thing. so i finally sleep at my sisters house last night. its about 130am and im trying to fall asleep. nope, i end up watching tv. so i think, "maybe the tv is distracting me from falling asleep." which i know is bs because hiep sleeps with the tv on. i turn off the tv and im just laying there with my eyes wide open. i try to think of things to make me fall asleep but nope, i end up going into depth with my own thoughts. its now 230am and im getting irritated because im still so darn awake. i thought, "ok if by 3 o clock if im still awake im just going to have to take some drastic measures". it finally hit 3. i get up and go through my bag for that benedryl i used to put me to sleep when i was having a massive allergy attack. i took it and whatta ya know, knocked out within 15 minutes. in fact, i dont even remember falling asleep. that benedryl is one hella of a drug. i dont know if its..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i dont like sleeping on couches&lt;br /&gt;2. the fact that hieps not next to me&lt;br /&gt;3. that im just plain used to sleeping at 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever the reason may be, it needs to end HERE! haha. i just cant wait to move back to montcliff where i can lay in my bed again. oh how i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriends birthday is coming up in exactly 3 days. YAY! hes turning the big 22. he sits there and complains about turning 22..........uh HELLO!!? he tries to use the excuse, "but babe...men die at a younger age than woman." then i pulled a fasty and said, "UHM..NO..you never know WHEN exactly you'll die..who knows, I can die tomorrow." and he says, "true." hahah! oh my. as for what we're doing on his birthday. all i know is, he wants to go to rileys on friday. OH MAN. my birthday at rileys, was all a big blur. when its 3 dollar drinks people make sure they get you as many shots as they can. i have no idea what hes planning on doing for his bday. im planning a nice afternoon but once night hits, the possibilities are endless. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some food for your thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights."&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life."&lt;br /&gt; "I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as"making a life."&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. "&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back."&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision."&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one."&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back."&lt;br /&gt; "I've learned that I still have a lot to learn."&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-6182886519439404500?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6182886519439404500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=6182886519439404500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/6182886519439404500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/6182886519439404500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleepless-in-san-diego.html' title='sleepless in san diego'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4098031949490730142</id><published>2008-04-14T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:03:48.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the days when i was young im not a kid anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;twinkles fun fact of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Al Gore and Tommy Lee Jones were once roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chyoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a pretty awesome weekend. consisted of some fun in the sun, food, food, food, friends, more food, and a lot of qt with the bf. life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was outrageous! my armpits havent sweat so much in so long. but i guess i dont have it as bad as some people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S02060DwNIWO8AcKijzbkF/SIG=12jad5hc6/EXP=1208246580/**http%3A//revspork.blogs.com/chgored_girl_editor/images/stains.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i woke up i wanted to jump in a pool of ice water. hiep and i could NOT stay in his room all day. we got dressed and left to go out. went to north county fair since that malls so airconditioned. checked out the pet store. i want a beagle so bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sp1.yt-thm-a04.yimg.com/image/25/m4/2931019357" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://sp1.yt-thm-a03.yimg.com/image/25/m4/2931018609" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://sp1.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/25/m3/2667611242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you NOT want one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched the ruins right after at edwards cinema. i hate hate HATE how the seats there are so uncomfortable!! i might as well be sitting on a pile of rocks. the ruins, let me tell you..is SUCH a grotesque movie. i couldnt even watch the whole thing without wanting to gag. but hey, for all you people who love that kind of stuff, that movie is TOTALLY for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we ate at pat &amp;amp; oscars. good amount of food for the price of 20 bucks. as we were eating hiep pointed out these little kids passing by the window as we said to each other "man, i wish i were still that young." now i know im not OLD OLD but i sure as hell am not 16. oh how i loved the jr high/high school days!! i got home from hieps house and decided to take a stroll down memory lane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mj7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/mj7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=weirdos10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/weirdos10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=twinkiyah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/twinkiyah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wee.bmp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/wee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=young2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/young2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=watersucks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/watersucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and remember when she looked like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://f625.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1_32462_2_40895_0_ACqzSdEAAMhgQ0M%2BRwlYEn8Q3lA&amp;amp;fid=%40S%40Search&amp;amp;pid=2&amp;amp;clean=0&amp;amp;inline=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note.. i want my hair like this again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hair2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/hair2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, one day. goodnight all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4098031949490730142?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4098031949490730142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4098031949490730142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4098031949490730142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4098031949490730142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-in-days-when-i-was-young-im-not.html' title='back in the days when i was young im not a kid anymore'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3738479529315780758</id><published>2008-04-11T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:07:22.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy jabbafriday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;twinkles fun fact of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Barbies full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, have i mentioned to you guys that my goddaughter is SUCH the diva? haha. it cracks me up. this afternoon i was sitting at my sisters kitchen table eating with my goddaughter sitting at the end of the table eating her soup when she says, "um, i need more soup"..as if the cup o noodles were on a table that was 10 feet tall. so my dad being the nice guy that he is rushes to kate and gives her more soup. i laugh as i keep eating my food. then she says, "um..its too hot". so my dad blows on it. she sits quietly eating her soup. im on the computer and my dads sitting on the couch when i hear, "um, i need someone to blow this again because its still too hot." my dad gets up, walks to where shes sitting and continues to blow on her soup. the things grandpas/grandmas will do for their grandchildren. if that were me, my dad wouldve said "youre a big girl you know how to blow on your soup". haha. my nieces &amp;amp; my nephews DO have that face where you just want to jump on their every command because ill admit there are times when i bend over and back for katelyn. what can i say? i love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we're on the topic of katelyn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also think its so hilarious how she tries to change the subject when it comes to taking naps/eating/baths. the other day i bought panda express for el familia. im putting my food on my plate when i see katelyn practically salivating over my noodles and fried rice. i ask her, "do you want ninang to make you a plate also?" she says, "yes please." and runs off to go play with her toys. so i go over get her a plate and make her own batch. i call out, "katelyn, come eat now your food is on the table." her reply, "wait, i have to drive somewhere first". 10 minutes later. "so katelyn are you gona eat the food i got you?" her reply, "um...hold on i still have to draw something." haha. i gave up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not only the things she says to me but the things my sisters or my mom tells me. i swear shes a good entertainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its crazy how much alike me and my niece desiree are though. its pretty much to the T. it scares me. i know im not a bad child but i REALLY hope she doesnt end up like me. HAHA. however, i can already see it forming..the borrowing of my clothes, the exact hair-do's, the smart remarks. haha. i remember this one day she asked me to write down the alphabet and whatta you know, she writes like me too. HAHa. YIKES! most people would hate it, i find it flattering. the one thing im most proud of that i can say des definintely didnt get from me is her academic grades. 3 b's and 3 a's. wowza! im very impressed. i hope she doesnt let her social life drag her down. thats one mistake i made back when i was going to school. it was always, FRIENDS, FRIENDS, FRIENDS. studying? whats that? haha. i gotta give props to the parents though. i really wish my parents were hard on me when it came to me and homework. i dont blame my parents because i know if i really tried i wouldve been able to do a lot better than i did but i notice that when desiree starts to mind wander her parents get her back in check. i guess you can say, i needed a lot of reality checks in hs that i wish i gotten. or maybe i did and just never listened? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, time to pick up my mini me. ill write more later..i still have a lot to talk about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3738479529315780758?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3738479529315780758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3738479529315780758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3738479529315780758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3738479529315780758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-jabbafriday.html' title='happy jabbafriday!'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-1960867696148451507</id><published>2008-04-02T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:08:27.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cut my nose off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;twinkles fun fact of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Bruce Lee was so fast that they actually had to slow film down so you could see his moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes. this is the 3rd time this year that ive been sick. HOW UNFORTUNATE! if its one thing i hate the most, its being sick. the runny nose, the stuffy nose, the watery eyes, the phlegm, the congested chest, the coughing, the sneezing, the aching body, the restless nights if i dont have my nyquil in my system. UGH I HATE IT ALL!!!! im here in hieps room trying to hold back my cough and let me tell you, it is NOT easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never got to talk about opening day. it was a very awesome night. despite the fact that it was SUPER freezing (hence, why i probably got sick). the hot dogs &amp;amp; garlic fries were very well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pads.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/pads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the big game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pads2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/pads2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and lai representin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pads3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/pads3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padre fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pads4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/pads4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arite. i think i should take nyquil cause my nose is buggin. goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-1960867696148451507?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1960867696148451507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=1960867696148451507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1960867696148451507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1960867696148451507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/04/cut-my-nose-off.html' title='cut my nose off...'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-3717665209458247329</id><published>2008-03-31T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:41:50.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or is there a lot of weight loss commercials nowadays AND I'm seeing way too many of the subway 5 dollar foot long commercials also. haha. obesity is not something to joke around about, in fact..isn't it a sin? gluttony. hmm. so I've been hating the way I eat lately. its no thanks to the boyfriend whom I think is purposely trying to fatten my little body up. haha -kidding. I don't mind that I'm getting a little thicky thicks I just don't like how some of it happens to fall under my chin. what's up with that? I feel like katelyn that day that little girl tried taking her train. I want it to go a little bit on the bundunkadunks and a little more in in the chest area. haha! can you even get bigger boobs by eating more? I should google that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what the heck am I going to do now that jabbawockeez aren't on americas best dance crew. my thursday nights are officially going to be sad and lonely. haha. hiep if you're readng this I don't care if that sounds drastic! I love phil! how to go on! Haha. ok foreals, ill stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows padres opening day! am I excited. HECK YES! not only is it going to be fun but there's going to be a good amount of us going. time to break in my new padres gear thanks to the bf. speaking of, its going to be his first game at petco park. I'm glad I get to share his first time experience. i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jake peavy fo sheezy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-3717665209458247329?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3717665209458247329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=3717665209458247329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3717665209458247329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/3717665209458247329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-just-me.html' title='is it just me?'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-5465491087376777556</id><published>2008-03-25T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:47:59.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its like the summers a natural aphrodisiac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; when it gets hot. that means: tanktops, shorts, skirts, sun, beach, sand, water, bbq's, etc!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ive went to the beach 2 times so far and im looking forward to more summertime action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some photos from us at the beach yesterday at silver strand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the misters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/beach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us burying pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/beach3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our final result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/beach5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ronnie &amp;amp; mikes big hole that struck water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/beach6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dj getting buried in the hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/beach7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ronnie being buried in the hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/beach8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;current=beach9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/beach9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;current=beach10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/beach10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending our night at mikes with some bbq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-5465491087376777556?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5465491087376777556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=5465491087376777556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5465491087376777556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/5465491087376777556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-like-summers-natural-aphrodisiac.html' title='its like the summers a natural aphrodisiac'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-2110663924669015175</id><published>2008-03-19T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:48:38.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its all right, cause I'm saved by the bell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;morning all. its 7am and I'm awake. although I don't have to be because my uncle is here serving the patients their breakfast its always hard for me to fall back asleep. I probably won't sleep again for another 2 hours. mainly because from 7 to 9 they show saved by the bell, and who can pass up that show? its only the best show ever besides friends. this episode is when they do the snow white play and zack and jesse kiss. I noticed that zack has been passed around to every girl on the show. what a slut! I don't blame him. zack was a stud muffin back when I was younger. its funny seeing ac slater on here then mario lopez on abdc. speaking of which, they're giving out jabbawockeez shirts out soon! I want one! *hinthint* heeeheee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in such a desperate mood for some change. I haven't quite figured it out yet but I figured, summers coming up so I need a fresh new summer look. I was thinking of going lighter on my hair. perhaps go back to the light brown? I'm trying to grow out my hair so cutting it is definitely NOT an option. but to keep myself from being tempted to cut it..is a whole different story. if anyone has any suggestions feel free to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easter sunday is this weekend folks! I can't wait to see the little one hunt for eggs. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-2110663924669015175?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2110663924669015175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=2110663924669015175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2110663924669015175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/2110663924669015175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-all-right-cause-im-saved-by-bell.html' title='its all right, cause I&apos;m saved by the bell.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-7262757315378424680</id><published>2008-03-17T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:38:06.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>appendicitis? ulcer? GO AWAY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ive been having the worst stomach pains the last couple days. well..i had it on thursday at hieps house then fri &amp;amp; sat i was perfectly fine but then it started up again last night. hiep said it might be my appendix, the bestfriend said it might be an ulcer. either way, IT HAS TO GO NOW! after i had told hiep my bestfriends conclusion he also had agreed that it just might be that considering my love for spicy foods. the fact that i eat hooters twice a week sometimes and get the 3 mild island compared to hieps wussy "hot" wings. HAHA. i cant help it! i LOVE LOVE LOVE spicy food!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahh well, the sacrifices im going to have to make for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays going to be my first day in 2 weeks not getting to spend a wonderful afternoon with mr hiep diep. i suppose ill survive. get your study on hun. haha. in the meantime, i should be leaving soon to take my mom to run her errands but ugggggh does my stomach hurrrt! i just want to lay in bed all day and not move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past weekend was pretty fun. friday was club ronnies which consisted with a lot of losing at beer pong, a lot of dancing, a lot of weird pictures that cant be explained &amp;amp; an unknown battle wound on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was desiree's birthday lunch. i cant believe shes 12 now. OH NO! soon she'll be 18 and causin a ruckus! haha. ate at cheesecake factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took the little ones to watch horton hears a who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks ate! hiep and i had major food coma though and was barely able to keep our eyes open during the movie. butttt, it was still a good movie. i still love how alana kept calling hiep, "UNCLE KIP". then i said "Hiep, you know..like HIP BONE" and my sisters friends daughter goes, "thats a weird name" HAHAHA! afterwards hiep and i went to archies to meet up with some of the folks to watch the pacquiao vs marquez fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good stuff. then on to our night which consisted of us paying 25 dollars down the drain to on broadway only having to leave to meet everyone at decos, paid another 40 bucks to get in. DAMN DOWNTOWN AND THEIR RIDICULOUS ENTRY FEES! whatever happened to free? oh well, i had a good time despite another fight with the mr's. that guy, ALWAYS loves to fight with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you have to agree, we make quite the cute pair eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/?action=view&amp;amp;current=decos.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/resize/decos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-7262757315378424680?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7262757315378424680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=7262757315378424680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7262757315378424680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/7262757315378424680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/03/appendicitis-ulcer-go-away.html' title='appendicitis? ulcer? GO AWAY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-8817445923395945624</id><published>2008-03-13T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:42:19.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the early bird catches the worm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its about 630 and I'm waiting another good 30 minutes before I start making their breakfast. I do this so that they have a chance to drink their coffee and smoke their ciggarettes outside. that and so that they won't be waiting forever until lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully ill be able to get a little sleep in before I start doing my moms hair. its hard to sleep at the boarding care at night when you have a fear that at any given moment you can have an encounter with one of those little wiggly things you call cockaroaches. OOH! just the thought gives me the heebie jeebies. I also had a stomach ache half the night. bleugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays going to be a long day. color &amp;amp; cut my moms hair. grocery shop. pick up des. laundry. fold clothes. finish cleaning out the back of my car then try and make it back to work for the night. the upside of everything is that todays the showing of americas best dance crew!! GO JABBAWOCKEEZ! speaking of which......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the taping me and the best went to was SOOOOOOOOO TIGHTTTTTTTT!! I swear. that phil guy is SO MUCH effing hotter in person. I am officially officially...IN LOVE. we stood outside for a good 2 hours but well worth it with the seats we got. however, I wish I was on the other side where they were standing most of the time. its ok though, they saw my signs and waved at us. I could barely focus on clapping, screaming, or even holding up my signs when they did their routine. how could I when my mouth was pretty much hanging down to the floor. I wanted to stay after and get them to sign my mask but michele wanted to go home. BOOO!! ohhh weeeeelll! maybe next time! at least I got to fufull my dream of being on the show. =) what a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mkay. I served breakfast. now back to bed for another good 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-8817445923395945624?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8817445923395945624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=8817445923395945624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8817445923395945624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/8817445923395945624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/03/early-bird-catches-worm.html' title='the early bird catches the worm.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4909102828019194322</id><published>2008-03-10T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:43:49.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jabbawockee  love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about two weeks ago my bestfriend had called me saying she might be able to get tickets to go watch americas best dance crew. her brother works for mtv in new york and knows people who work for mtv in la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i get a call from my bestfriend saying her brother got us tickets to watch them tomorrow LIVE! i almost flipped my lid. i usually have work on tuesdays but my moms off so she said i can stay out late. what an awesome boss huh?! che's managers even letting her get off work early tomorrow. we're leaving 2pm tomorrow. today, hiepstas going to help me make signs to that me and my best can be on tv. I HOPE I HOPE I HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my bestfriend and her bro the absolute fuckin best?!! she knows how much im totally in love with them seeing as i youtube them almost everyday and make my niece rewind the show about 5 times. im SO stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you guys dont know who the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jabbawockeez&lt;/span&gt; are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dance_crew/images/flipbooks/Full_Cast/jabbawockee.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxUTTUZWuag"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxUTTUZWuag" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;and im totally in love with this guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jabbawockeez.com/images/photos/phil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MMMMMMMMMMmmmmMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhooooooooo. so im inside my sisters house..minding my own business..eating my burrito when i look outside and see this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=katey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/katey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=katey2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/dangtwinkle/katey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dont even ask. i have no clue. all i know is my goddaughter is such a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4909102828019194322?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4909102828019194322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4909102828019194322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4909102828019194322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4909102828019194322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-post.html' title='jabbawockee  love'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4969688287048828463</id><published>2008-03-08T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T04:03:59.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no such thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is there such a thing as a prince charming? highly doubtful. i write this because right now i wish i could believe in it. now i know im not a princess myself but maybe i would be if the shoe fit right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;some kind of wonderful? its out there, i think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when it comes to love, relationships, guys..i pretty much...SUCK. maybe like lent..its just not for me. ive always been this crazy hopeless romantic. always waiting for some guy to just come and sweep me off my feet. i didnt think that it would come with such a heavy package. haha. dont get me wrong. i adore hiep. hes really one of a kind. the only thing about it is when it comes to arguing and fighting, we are both so hot headed and so ill tempered that it just bumps together in the wrong way. but then i complain so much about being swept off my feet. maybe i should quit being such a bitch. but hey, thats who i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;todays argument just gave me such a big ass headache. i really couldve sworn ive told him multiple times that it was "nothing" and that "it had nothing to do with him." but of course, he wants to be proven right that IM the one at fault. whatever, who fuckin cares. i just didnt want to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ive been there and back with that kind of drama. i just want to be happy. i just want to be happy with him. is that so much to ask for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i couldve sworn this was going to be a more deep and meaningful entry but now my minds drawing a blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i listen to a lot of slow jams and i sit and wonder do these people who sing of such beautiful things actually ever felt this way about someone? how much i WISSSSSSSSSSH a guy would forget to speak with just one look at me, would get weak in the knees from one kiss of my lips...believe that something like me could happen to him. how much i dream to be the sunshine on someones rainy day. someones tylenol when theyre in pain. their smile when theyre feeling blue. their goodnight kiss when the day is through. but thats just wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;blah. maybe i just need to sleep this off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4969688287048828463?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4969688287048828463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4969688287048828463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4969688287048828463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4969688287048828463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-such-thing.html' title='no such thing..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-824192341232568606</id><published>2008-03-03T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:41:55.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so no one told you life was gonna be this way..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;part 2 of my birthday (friday, february 29th, 2008) at rileys was successful. a good amount of people went. even mr. ferrer! haven't seen that guy since heat. saw anthony bascos. haven't seen that guy in years as well. I had patron, grey goose, redbull/vodkas etc. there were even people who bought me drinks I couldn't remember. all in all it was a great night. ended it at dennys. went to hieps and passed out. I woke up the next day feeling tired, yet no hangover. thank god! hiep took me back to my car and I went to my sisters. watched the ufc fight at my sisters. it was me, my sis, my bro, hiepsta, the bestfriend ryan, his bro francis and the kiddies. afterwards hiep and I met up with baby and baby jr to watch definitely, maybe. the boys choice of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: I forgot to tell you the happy ending&lt;br /&gt;mya: what?&lt;br /&gt;guy: you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute!! suchh a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday I didn't do much. try and fix the cousins hair. hah! I like it, she doesn't. hahah. had a late bday dinner with my whole fam *missing the moms*. salmon &amp;amp; muscles. Mmmm MmmmM! thank you family! love u guys&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-824192341232568606?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/824192341232568606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=824192341232568606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/824192341232568606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/824192341232568606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-no-one-told-you-life-was-gonna-be.html' title='so no one told you life was gonna be this way..'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-6911690929698572581</id><published>2008-02-28T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:40:57.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning america!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm up super early for the first time in a couple days. I don't know why I'm so tired when I had 7 hours of sleep. ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I'm 24. doesn't seem like I got a year older. maybe that's a good thing? my birthday part 1 was awesome. hiep diep picked me up around 4ish. I opened my gifts...1. a padres jersey 2. a salt and pepper shaker (don't ask) 3. a hand stiched cow pillow 4. cow salt and pepper shaker magnets. nice huh? he is just too freakin cute. we went to sushi deli. he ate because I was already full from eating at home. walked to street machine so I could shop. afterwards we headed to the bests house to pick her up. we got to min sok at about 7ish and started taking advantage of the happy hour. 5 bottles and however many shots of soju later and I'm pretty damn drunk. rollcall (from what I can remember): hiep, best, anne, archie, athena, jenny, danny, dom, bree, angela, nancy, marisse, maritess, amber, ronnie, alvin, lailannie, precious, lovely, sheila, marjee, deejay, aj, pat, james, peter, verni, bestfriend ryan, francis &amp;amp; good ol ate grace and kuya joe stopped by. we drank, sang, drank some more. I only remember bits and pieces but I know I had a good time. I ended up sleeping at hieps and from what he told me I passed out in his car for 15 minutes, fell on my way to his house, he had to practically drag me to his room, and I would NOT change into pjs. just passed the fuck out. I woke up the next morning with THEE worst hangover. I wanted to just die. we spent most of the morning in bed watching tv then I took a shower and he made me breakfast. frenchfries, steak &amp;amp; muscles. but me feeling so sick was barely able to touch the food. I ended up jus going back to his room to sleep some more. woke up around 1 and we headed down to pick up dezzy dez. he took us home and I babysat the rascal jacob till my sister got home. hung out and headed back to the boarding care. deng, I still got friday to go through. holy tamole!!! wish me luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-6911690929698572581?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6911690929698572581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=6911690929698572581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/6911690929698572581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/6911690929698572581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-morning-america.html' title='good morning america!'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-9110974294235025626</id><published>2008-02-24T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:40:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflecting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;before I forget I just want to reflect on some of the things that's been going on with my life. 2008 definitely has had its ups and downs so far and its only february!! crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;january 5th 2008 I lost a friend of mine. jeffrey lorenzo pascua. I've lost some friends I've known in the past before..jr leano, kevin vasquez, steven racca, mike kado (may you all rest in peace) but never had I met someone...spent almost everyday with him and the next day realize that I'm never going to see him again. I remember it just like it was yesterday. friday night me, ronnie, che, alvin and jeff went to landlords. afterwards I was so tired and alvin and I wanted to just go home and sleep. jeff insisted we meet ronnie and che at conchings since ronnie offered to treat us out. we ate and talked about going out for breakfast the next day. alvin and I left early leaving jeff to ride home with ronnie and che. I would've never thought that was the last time I was going to be able to see his face, hear his laugh..hell, I didn't know that the last time I was going to be able to make fun of his beasty ass. saturday morning jeff called alvin asking if we were all going out to eat breakfast but we were all so tired from the night before. we went on with our day and found it weird that jeff hasn't called us yet to see what we were doing. we called but he never answered. an hour later alvin got a call from jeff twice but both times no answer. we thought maybe jeff had other plans so we went to landlords. jeff was the one who was making us all go to landlords for its official last night but he never showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 o clock the next morning alvin and I woke up to a call. I didn't know who called him and what was going on but all I know is someone died. alvin didn't say anything. we just quickly got ready and headed out the door. all he said was to go to resty/jeffs house. we get in and that's when I realized, jeff was gone. car accident going on otay lakes road. died at the scene. it didn't hit me right then and there. everything was such a shock. I didn't know how to feel or what to think. I kept looking at the door thinking jeff was going to walk in like everything was ok..hours passed and nothing. he never came. that week was the hardest week ever. the viewing came around and I was so nervous to see him. then the funeral. it all still didn't seem real to me. its now more than ever do I realize that it is real. he isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of him everyday. I think about how it would be if he were still around. he'd be making me buy him long island ice teas. he'd be iming me 7 o clock in the morning like he always did when we hung out. he'd be doing the rice cooker dance by my side. I miss him. I miss his voice. I miss his beasty ass pushing me around. but I know well be together again and when I see him again it'll be like he never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, things have been pretty good. I've got the greatest friends and I've met a lot of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the one thing that's totally flipped my grey skies and turned them blue. his names hiep diep. he makes me happy. I seriously can't get enough of him. when he's not around I'm thinking about him and when he is around I always wanna just hug him or kiss him. he makes every cute love song make sense. cheesy? I know but who cares. we hang out and once he lives I miss him already and I'm anxiously waiting for the next time ill get to see him. he knows what to do to make me laugh and he knows what to do to assure me that he's not like those other guys. when he kisses my forehead or even when he rubs my back it gives me goosebumps. its been almost a month and I still get excited when he ims me, when I get a txt, and when he calls me. man oh man, he knocks me off my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-9110974294235025626?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/9110974294235025626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=9110974294235025626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/9110974294235025626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/9110974294235025626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/02/reflecting.html' title='reflecting.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-4741764604695810727</id><published>2008-02-22T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:40:22.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>penny for my thoughts? how about a dollar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can you believe it? I'm turning 24. 24 will soon turn into 25..then 25 is going to turn into 30. holy smokes. I swear when I really sit and think about how I'm turning 24 I think about how it feels like just yesterday I was 20 anxiously waiting to turn 21. ahhhhh. how I wish I can go back 2 years. oh well, at least I don't look my age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, I've got so much on my mind. mainly because yes, that time of the month has arrived and now I feel like all my troubles and thoughts are a lot heavier on my shoulders than usual. I hate the fact that when I'm on my time of the month I'm so damn emotional. crying for reasons and even sometimes for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was massaging my moms leg today and it started shaking. her early signs of parkinsons disease scares the bageezus out of me. I know and I'm praying that everything will work out for the best because I know she doesn't deserve the worst. sure she nags and sure we bump heads a lot but its only because she cares. she's a hard worker not only as an lvn but as a mom, wife, and a grandma. I don't want to see her end up like the people here. just the thought makes me sad. I watched my mom put on her jacket to head to work and saw her shaking. its times like when it hits me hard. I don't want her driving in cases like that. I wish I can take her to work. I wish there was more that I can do. sometimes I feel like I don't know what else I can do. I hate seeing her struggle just to get up from the bed. seeing her struggle just to turn around. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. today she gave me a hug before I left and told me how much she's thankful I'm there. I didn't want to let her go. I'm so scared. I don't even know who to talk about this with and even if I had someone to talk about it with I wouldn't even know where or how to start. I hide my fears behind a smile because I don't want people to see me troubled. but how much longer can I pretend that I'm fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-4741764604695810727?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4741764604695810727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=4741764604695810727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4741764604695810727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/4741764604695810727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/02/penny-for-my-thoughts-how-about-dollar.html' title='penny for my thoughts? how about a dollar?'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017735862281523070.post-1323626201232074877</id><published>2008-02-20T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:40:06.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so its almost 3am and I seriously just can't sleep. then again, I didn't really try. I'm sure that if I jus stared at the ceiling I'd eventually fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the boarding care. I figured I'd stay here even though I don't have to make breakfast or anything because I felt like sleeping on a bed. with me being sick I can't afford to sleep on the couch and waking up with an even more worse sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was quite an interesting day. picked up des and dropped her off at the boarding care. hiep didn't have lab so I wanted to go and spend a nice fun filled day with him. I got to his house and we went to get some food. mmMm. spicy chicken. just what I was craving. we decided to go to blockbuster to rent a movie. what I thought was going to be a brief 10 minute trip turned into a long 2 hour debate between 4 for 20 dollar movies. luckily we read it clearer cause we would've looked like idiots thinking that the 14.99 movies counted for one of our awesome movie deals. we ended up getting....::drum roll please:: number 23, vacancy, zodiac, &amp;amp; children of men. I especially loved how we made that big ol fuss only to have watched one movie. we watched number 23 and man that movie is suchhhh a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we decided to take a nap since we still had so much time before heading to pb with some of the other people. I couldn't sleep due to the fact that my throat felt like edward scissorhands had been climbing up my throat trying to get out my mouth. that and captain snores all loud was right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got ready and headed to pb bar and grill with the rest of the gang. I hate that place. the music sucks. the crowd is just a bunch of frat boys having beer contests and fat girls who like to dance on the top floor with their ass crack showing everywhere. the only good thing about it was the company. called it a night and passed the eff out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017735862281523070-1323626201232074877?l=twanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1323626201232074877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017735862281523070&amp;postID=1323626201232074877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1323626201232074877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017735862281523070/posts/default/1323626201232074877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twanks.blogspot.com/2008/02/insomnia.html' title='insomnia.'/><author><name>twanks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03295392616857747224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zH1YmaEQknY/SULCGUUqazI/AAAAAAAAACI/MgnDw8k6pTk/S220/DSC05402.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
