<?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-4856863994419324533</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:33:31.770-04:00</updated><category term='halloween'/><category term='How I Met Your Mother'/><category term='I Love Lucy'/><category term='Barney'/><title type='text'>iamai</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-4625910629999916234</id><published>2009-10-26T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:01:46.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rip tobby...we'll be missing you</title><content type='html'>My dog Tobby, an american cocker with 10 years of age passed away this Saturday afternoon at 2:15pm. This morning was painful for him... He wasn't eating and he was trembling. And each time he was eating his food, he'd throw up right after. He was so scared...he'd always try to lay right beside us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had so many diseases though.... But i guess it was the right choice to put him down... Anyways, here's for the last time Tobby Trinh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/iamai.00/Iamai?authkey=Gv1sRgCPS0kbSk_92BiAE#5397055462907685890'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SuYxWUOxrAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Zc3CUWhZng0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-4625910629999916234?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/4625910629999916234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=4625910629999916234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4625910629999916234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4625910629999916234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/10/rip-tobbywe-be-missing-you.html' title='rip tobby...we&amp;#39;ll be missing you'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SuYxWUOxrAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Zc3CUWhZng0/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-4848396691105222555</id><published>2009-10-22T23:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:27:47.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i prevented a fraud</title><content type='html'>I, as a citizen of Canada, have prevented a credit card fraud today, a purchase of a macbook pro 15.4inch with a laptop case at exactly 2:30 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG was I was nervous.... I had to stay calm the whole time while I was checking out the name and the address. None of the informations were matching! The client came in the store saying that her laptop got stolen so she wanted to buy a new one so she knew already which one she wanted. As i created her an account here since she said she never had an account here at the store...  She gave me her cellphone number. As i typed the number, it told me that there was already 3-4 other accounts created under that number but with all different names... Already, it was very suspicious...to prove that suspiciousness, one of the names listed was one that our stores had warned us in an email few weeks ago that she was a fraud, blah blah blah... Plus, I verified the adress in canada411 to see if it existed and it wasn't! BIG GO GO: call 911 there for me!! So i pretended like it was nothing and told her i was going to go get her computer in the backstore (which I did, but also told my boss about it) my coworker called the cops and we tried to detain her for longest we could... She didn't want to give an ID and she complained for few minutes and left in fury without the purchase (we kept her credit card) the cops came in few mins after and we had to witness them the whole situation. Later on in the evening, the real owner of the credit card came in since she got a call from the police saying that her card just had been prevented from a fraud and she thanked us for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up that the suspect had the woman's entire wallet!! She still has 2 other cards, but the real owner luckily cancelled them all in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow......what a day...! And I worked a double shift...!!!! Anyways, I am proud of myself... First encounter with the cops was to witness a fraud :D and not because I got a speed ticket hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy experience...my heart was pounding like crazy!!!! XD anyways... Im going to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&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/4856863994419324533-4848396691105222555?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/4848396691105222555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=4848396691105222555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4848396691105222555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4848396691105222555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-prevented-fraud.html' title='i prevented a fraud'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-3858586598149986300</id><published>2009-10-21T15:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:22:02.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rocks ripped</title><content type='html'>I ripped my favorite Rock &amp;amp; Repulic jeans!!! I was going down the big shelves (yes... shelves and not stairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me explain how the backstore at my job works. The small items (such as laptops, speakers, etc) are all on the second floor. But to get to the second floor, we gotta climb up the shelves (where we put all the heavy stuff on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so.. as I was coming down the shelves, my right leg stayed on the top shelf as I had to put down my left leg on the bottom shelf. But as I was doing so, my jeans ripped. I heard the sound and I freaked out. I thought that my jeans ripped right on my butt. I was lucky that it was right under my butt and not ON it, I would've ran back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/iamai.00/Iamai?authkey=Gv1sRgCPS0kbSk_92BiAE#5395145793083049138"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fskvcQV87tg/St9og5wohLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gk8bY7SH9RQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" height="281" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joy of a sales rep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, nobody noticed while I was working... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I won't be able to stitch them up... The rip is too big. So I'll cut them into short shorts! XD Well... You've lasted long enough R&amp;R! I had them for around 2 years and I wore them a lot since they are black jeans (I was able to wear as dressy pants! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-3858586598149986300?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/3858586598149986300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=3858586598149986300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3858586598149986300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3858586598149986300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/10/rocks-ripped.html' title='rocks ripped'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fskvcQV87tg/St9og5wohLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gk8bY7SH9RQ/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-5955191350456368667</id><published>2009-10-12T00:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:44:01.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>couples retreat</title><content type='html'>It's getting late... but I feel like blogging... more specifically leave a little comment on the movie "Couples Retreat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt; Follows four Midwestern couples who embark on a journey to a tropical island resort. While one of the couples is there to work on their marriage, the other three set out to jet ski, spa and enjoy some fun in the sun. They soon discover that participation in the resort's couples therapy is not optional. Suddenly, their group-rate vacation comes at a price. What follows is a hilarious look at real world problems faced by all couples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QPKlEDf2Mb0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QPKlEDf2Mb0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS GOOD! :D Vince Vaughn along with Jon Favreau really had it all with their stupid and funny lines. Loved it! It was funny and it really gave us most of all of the issues that couples go through. A good movie to go see with friends and almost a good movie to go see with your other half. It'll make you realize how important it is to listen to your mate and really take care of that little spark. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solid 8.5/10. I wouldn't mind watching that movie again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I didn't really wanna post a big long fat post so... that's it for now. It's getting late and I gotta work tomorrow! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-5955191350456368667?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/5955191350456368667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=5955191350456368667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5955191350456368667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5955191350456368667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/10/couples-retreat.html' title='couples retreat'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-647102433491617308</id><published>2009-10-08T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:15:01.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100% apple equipped</title><content type='html'>I finally got an IPhone!! It's not the latest but I'm still happy! It's the IPhone 3G 8GB. I exchanged my Blackberry Curve 8900 + 160$ for an IPhone 3G. The guy only used it for a month or so. So scratches or whatsoever. Come on! That's a good deal I got there! My Blackberry was scratches on the foil corners... XD loll.... and I used it for like... 8 months! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining so much that my boyfriend couldn't take it anymore... At first, he was supposed to get me the 3Gs through his contract. Since, he could renew his contract in december, it would've been my christmas present. But then again... the newest iphone will come out in June 2010. So then... he won't be able to get it if he does that... So then, we decided that right now, it would be wise enough to sell my blackberry and with that money buy myself an iphone 3g. :) I was supposed to go buy it full price at 599$ at Rogers. But then again... I GOT A EVEN BETTER DEAL!!! I only paid 160$ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I'm happy and I wanted to share that... lol. So I'm going to go play with my new toy. Till next time... which is probably very soon since I'm going to watch Couple's Retreat this weekend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!~ I saw the movie 9. I was.... confusing but then again... very deep... XD I don't what else I could say... I can't really review on that... I mean, I'm pretty sure half of the people already saw it since it came out a month ago... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Ss6qWZfcFcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DoDBITGlpn4/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-08+at+22.59+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Ss6qWZfcFcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DoDBITGlpn4/s320/Photo+on+2009-10-08+at+22.59+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390433105785656770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Ss6qG2cU_FI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HYRumc-8EUQ/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-08+at+23.11+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Ss6qG2cU_FI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HYRumc-8EUQ/s320/Photo+on+2009-10-08+at+23.11+%234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390432838679329874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... Me with ugly hair... after a double shift at work.. .XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-647102433491617308?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/647102433491617308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=647102433491617308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/647102433491617308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/647102433491617308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-apple-equipped.html' title='100% apple equipped'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Ss6qWZfcFcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DoDBITGlpn4/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-10-08+at+22.59+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-1788702813939553951</id><published>2009-10-05T11:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:45:56.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 movies in total in less than 2 days</title><content type='html'>So as I told you all, I went to see "The Invention of Lying" and Toy Story 1&amp;2 this weekend. I was supposed to go see "Love Happens" on friday but I ended up watching "The Invention of Lying" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first off: The Invention Of Lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.cinemaclock.com/images/posters/23534-invention_of_ly-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 207px;" src="http://image.cinemaclock.com/images/posters/23534-invention_of_ly-e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Invention of Lying takes place in an alternate reality in which lying -- even the concept of a lie -- does not even exist. Everyone -- from politicians to advertisers to the man and woman on the street -- speaks the truth and nothing but the truth with no thought of the consequences. But when a down-on-his-luck loser named Mark (Ricky Gervais) suddenly develops the ability to lie, he finds that dishonesty has its rewards. In a world where every word is assumed to be the absolute truth, Mark easily lies his way to fame and fortune. But lies have a way of spreading, and Mark begins to realize that things are getting a little out of control when some of his tallest tales are being taken as, well, gospel. With the entire world now hanging on his every word, there is only one thing Mark has not been able to lie his way into: the heart of the woman he loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWFUL!!!! Do not watch it. Please... I beg you! It was boring! Why? Because it's just too much. They exagerated too much of the "people telling the truth only" thing... At the beginning, it was okay but the more it went on, the more it was getting worse. And they started to make fun of God (in a way). At the beginning, I thought it was funny and all, but it was (again) too much of that. It was just too much of pathetic stuff and weird stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a world where people would only tell truth but only the truth. Imagine a world where people don't know how to lie. O_O So whatever you hate about someone, you tell them. Even when doctors know that a specific patient has 90% of dying within the day, they are going to tell them that they are going to die. SO HARSH! People are just so harsh and WEIRDED OUT! I wouldn't be able to live in a world like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, rating this movie at 3/10. Don't bother watching this movie in the theaters. Stream it! *shhh!!!* I didn't say that.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Toy Story 1&amp;2 was awesome! It was nice to rewatch those movies in 3D in a better quality....especially at the theaters. There's probably one thing that annoyed me was the glasses... Having to wear the 3D glasses for 3hours in a row is a big annoying. My ears hurt so much by the end of it. Imagine my best friend Seb... He was wearing eye glasses. So, in a way, he literally had 6 eyes! HAHA! So it's a bit inconvenient. They should invent a sort of screen that will make it 3D... wait... isn't the IMAX already like that...? LOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Tomorrow... 9! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-1788702813939553951?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/1788702813939553951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=1788702813939553951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1788702813939553951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1788702813939553951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-movies-in-total-in-less-than-2-days.html' title='3 movies in total in less than 2 days'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-5058250629024063410</id><published>2009-10-02T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:17:55.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>I heart APPLE! =) The background image is a APPLE USB PLUGGED IN A MAC!!! :D loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bad right now... I should be at the gym right now and running on a threadmill... But I'M NOT! Instead... I'm changing my layout on my blog. Well, I just wanted to post this... I shall be taking a shower and then go out and do the things on my to-do list of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a big day coming up... I got to go buy The Beatles Rock Band. Get my contact lenses... and go buy some gym clothes. hehhe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta work on my client's project... :S And then, meet up with Ann. We'll probably go see Love Happens. Not really in the mood for a typical Romantic Comedy... But whatever... The showtime in Montreal is really bad these days... *sighs*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-5058250629024063410?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/5058250629024063410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=5058250629024063410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5058250629024063410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5058250629024063410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-4205252076774819222</id><published>2009-10-01T11:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:59:11.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal ramblings at work</title><content type='html'>I'm at work and I felt like blogging. I don't even know what to write actually. Lol. The whole week I was complaining about not having time for myself and all. And now I got my wish... Next week, my boss decided to give me one extra day off for meee. =) But then again.. I'm stuck this week without seeing my boyfriend. He's going tonight to the pre-premiere of the movie Zombieland with his co-workers. I'm a bit jealous that it's just so easy for him to make friends and being so charismatic.. Well actually no. I'm just a bit b=mad that he didn't invite me. Yes, I know that the person that invited them only had 5 tickets... But I do hope that he did ask them if his girlfriend could come... sighs... =( But I felt that way also because on friday, our best friend Seb invited him to go to his cousin's bachelor's party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, I do wonder how it will go... He never went to a strip club =P Well, I'll update you guys on how it went for him on that night. hahha! Anyways... the thing is that we were supposed to see each others but I got ditched twice. =( But whatever. More time for myself I guess.... But I guess I'm like that because I'm in my period as well...? Yeah. That's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, switching to another subject. I've got to see so many movies this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/trailers/disney/images/toystory3ddoublefeature_200909301213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:lcenter; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 193px;" src="http://images.apple.com/trailers/disney/images/toystory3ddoublefeature_200909301213.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/trailers/wb/images/theinventionoflying_200909141102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 193px;" src="http://images.apple.com/trailers/wb/images/theinventionoflying_200909141102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/trailers/focus_features/images/9_200908311650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 193px;" src="http://images.apple.com/trailers/focus_features/images/9_200908311650.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Toy Story 1 &amp; 2  (I gotta find a time to go see this movie... or maybe will I see it on Saturday..? or maybe Friday... alone.. LOL!!)&lt;br /&gt;- The Invention of Lying (which I supposedly will go see with D on Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;- 9 (which I will go see on Tuesday with H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look like it's a lot..But it is for a person that works 60 hours a week and that has to watch them within a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-4205252076774819222?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/4205252076774819222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=4205252076774819222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4205252076774819222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4205252076774819222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/10/eternal-ramblings-at-work.html' title='eternal ramblings at work'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-8735035670170253662</id><published>2009-09-30T13:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:01:27.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surrogacy</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, I went to see the movie "The Surrogates" starring Bruce Willis. An utopian world where people live their lives through robots that "supposely" look like them. The synopsis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People are living their lives remotely from the safety of their own homes via robotic surrogates -- sexy, physically perfect mechanical representations of themselves. It's an ideal world where crime, pain, fear and consequences don't exist. When the first murder in years jolts this utopia, FBI agent Greer (BRUCE WILLIS) discovers a vast conspiracy behind the surrogate phenomenon and must abandon his own surrogate, risking his life to unravel the mystery."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7NWdxFAHdY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7NWdxFAHdY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I didn't epect this movie to be marvellous or anything. It was a good action movie, a little bit different from the other typical action movies where there isn't any storyline at all. No. This Surrogacy thing was not bad at all. Graphically well-made and my interest was kept through out the whole movie. Maybe one bad thing about this movie...? Let me say that I've seen a lot of "people controlling others through machines". So yes, it was original at one point, but it isn't the first time we hear something similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a solid 7.5/10 for "The Surrogates". Why not an 8? Well, I didn't fall in love with this movie and I don't think I would actually watch it again. Well maybe when it will come out on DVD but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a good movie for a tuesday at 5$. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you this weekend for a review for "The Invention of Lying"!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-8735035670170253662?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/8735035670170253662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=8735035670170253662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/8735035670170253662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/8735035670170253662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/09/surrogacy.html' title='surrogacy'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-408402041581021782</id><published>2009-09-16T18:51:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:07:40.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not just all about steve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.fan-de-cinema.com/affiches/mini/comedie/all_about_steve,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 280px;" src="http://images.fan-de-cinema.com/affiches/mini/comedie/all_about_steve,0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating for a while. I've been so busy because of work and my graphic design company. By the way, we've finally decided on a logo and a name: nuvau design. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my post isn't about my graphic design company, but about the movie All About Steve. I finally went to see it (like a week later its premiere... ugh.. what's going on with me! I always go see the movies on their first day out!) I went to see it with my boyfriend and our best friend Seb. I was thinking it would be a typical romantic comedy where the girl is all over the guy (or vice versa) and at the end, they end up being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was wrong. Funny and a little bit cute, that movie isn't just all about steve. It's about what life brings you. They mention it through out the metaphor of crosswords (which makes me think of Crossroads with Britney Spears lol!! but wtv...) Sandra Bullock, as usual, makes a fool of herself and I love it. That's what I love about her. She isn't afraid of anything and she works hard for making the movie worth seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Bradley Cooper is as handsome as ever along with the korean actor that has been in every funny movie (The Hangover, Couple's Retreat) Ken Jeong who is just so HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would rate it as a solid 7/10. A good movie to see on a Tuesday night at 5$. =) I paid 10 bucks for it but I was so satisfied when I came out, because it's a good bad ending. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I decided to make this blog morely for movie reviews since I watch a lot of movies. =) Of course, there will be some OFF topic posts for my crazy life! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next review! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-408402041581021782?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/408402041581021782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=408402041581021782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/408402041581021782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/408402041581021782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-just-all-about-steve.html' title='not just all about steve'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-3993411201503977386</id><published>2009-08-21T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:28:34.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart macs</title><content type='html'>I got the job :) I love it so much! the time passes so fast! and it's not like other stores... I mean, I can pass half of my time in front of the cash (got 5 macs as computers for the cash) and I check my emails, go on twitter and surf the net =) hehehhe i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first day, I passed an hour just watching some trailers that they downloaded and left it on the huge 30INCH mac screen. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been so exhausted this past week... I've been working double shifts since tuesday. During the day, I work at the Apple store. And then right away, I go straight to the cookware store and work till closing time. Ugh, I'm so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come back home and I just want to sleep and eat. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my boyfriend and I work at the same place and all and we both currently have 2 jobs + our own graphic design company. It's just crazy. We don't have time to relax and take some time to pass some time just the two of us... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him even though I see him almost everyday cuz of the job. sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... here's the official second trailer of NEW MOON just to cheer some of you guys if you're a fan of the Twilight Series. Cuz it did cheer me up. I still got goosebumps watching it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=62092784"&gt;The Twilight Saga: New Moon &amp;#39;Meet Jacob Black&amp;#39; Preview in HD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=62092784,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=62092784,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-3993411201503977386?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/3993411201503977386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=3993411201503977386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3993411201503977386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3993411201503977386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-heart-macs.html' title='i heart macs'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-7565720114269128436</id><published>2009-08-11T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:48:59.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>apple store, here i come!!</title><content type='html'>I've finally decided to "grow some balls" (as one of my friend told me) and tell my boss that I'm resigning. I quit on friday and decided to call the woman from the Apple store. And I got an interview on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went well i think. They are supposed to call me back at the latest on Thursday. My boyfriend is already working there and everybody knows about me already and the trainer already says that I'm probably going to work in the one in the south shore or Montreal. Funny how I haven't even done the interview and they guy already tells my boyfriend that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I do hope i get the job. I love MACS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and to enlighten my day and maybe your day too... Here's a 14 second sneak peak or the teaser trailer of New Moon. (the official one shall be released on this friday :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3vB5XJnm5A&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3vB5XJnm5A&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-7565720114269128436?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/7565720114269128436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=7565720114269128436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7565720114269128436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7565720114269128436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/08/apple-store-here-i-come.html' title='apple store, here i come!!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-1046995123573418059</id><published>2009-08-06T01:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:21:09.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and yeah...</title><content type='html'>It's 1:09AM and I'm still up. I'm bored. My boyfriend is probably sleeping as he's starting to work tomorrow at his new job as a sales rep at the APPLE store. I'm so proud of him. :D Though, the worse is that I was the one they kept on calling to get that job but stupid as I am, I already had a job so I didn't call them back... and suggested the job offer to my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... all of this to say that I hate my current job. I'm a sales rep and cashier at a cookware store. Yes. Indeed. ME, working at a cookware store. THE LAST PLACE I WOULD EVER WORK. I hate it. why? Because the owner annoys me. The store is called &lt;a href="http://www.starketwhyte.com"&gt;STARK &amp; WHYTE&lt;/a&gt;. It's a tiny small company that just started a year ago here in MONTREAL. And the owner is constantly working at the store. He has his office in the backstore and checks the cameras 24/7. Even when he was in VACATION IN FLORIDA, he was checking the cameras...streaming them. Like, we just don't have any freedom at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I'm not selling something I love.... DUDE! I DON'T KNOW SHIT about cooking. :( I love food but... this is different. People ask me for gadgets that I don't even know they exist... I look like an idiot sometimes... I mean... sometimes... I regret that I didn't wait until the APPLE store called me back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I should do. I feel like quitting my job. Well, maybe just wait until the end of summer. Anyways, my boss says that they are supposed to keep me until the end of summer anyways... So, we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst, I miss my old job at the sport centre. I miss the atmosphere over there. I mean, I had food that I could eat whenever. I had cool people I was working with. I could whatever I wanted even though my bosses were there. They didn't even CARE and it was way more convenient for me to go there since it's way closer to my house than this freakin store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... I hate to write and tell people when I resign. I just don't know how to tell them and all. It's like a break up. LOL. *sighs* all so complicated!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-1046995123573418059?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/1046995123573418059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=1046995123573418059' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1046995123573418059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1046995123573418059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/08/bored-and-yeah.html' title='bored and yeah...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-6468083486501224228</id><published>2009-06-28T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:31:47.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a legend</title><content type='html'>Just before going off to work... I gotta post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l74Y_p6or00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l74Y_p6or00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Michael Jackson. You'll always be the bestest performer ever existed in the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-6468083486501224228?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/6468083486501224228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=6468083486501224228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6468083486501224228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6468083486501224228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/06/legend.html' title='a legend'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-8864309492189381928</id><published>2009-06-16T00:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:15:38.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>officially part of lost deliveries??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SjcqTkqLm9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1MJOirp7Jwc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SjcqTkqLm9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1MJOirp7Jwc/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347789598272232402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this classmate that was in my program that was in a band... and they launched an album already this year. And by the end of the semester, he asked me if I wanted to join his band to play the keyboard as well as to be background vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how he's never heard me sing, but he knows that I'm good. O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was actually supposed to be a lead singer for this other band that he introduced me to. But I chickened out and said no to them. And somehow, that when he actually asked me if I wanted to join his instead. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the band is called &lt;a href="http://www.lostdeliveries.com" target="_blank"&gt;Lost Deliveries&lt;/a&gt;. Their first album is mostly Pop Rock. More like Green Day, Blink182 and Simple Plan.One of my favorite songs is Drowning. They've been on Musique Plus once on 123 Punk. =)  But they wanna change their style more into electro pop rock than just some emo punk/pop rock. So that's why I'm here =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... He just told me to practice 4 songs from their current album which shall be Drowning, Groundhog Day, Make You Smile, and probably Game Over or I Told You So. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... it says that we're supposed to record a new single in July... Well, that's what the site says but Rodrigo (my classmate, who is the lead singer) never told me anything about it... =S loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared I won't have time with all the things that is going on with my life. XD I mean, D and I are starting a Freelancing Agency called Reaktion Designs. And we already got 2 contracts going on. =) and soon enough, I'll have to turn the computer office into my own office just in case and so that it looks more professional than to meet at my boyfriend's house and to wokr in his bedroom... O_o LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... we'll see how all of this goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of Rod and I along with a good friend of mine at our vernissage. And a music video of their single "Have a Good Life" from their current album Entertainment System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SjcnzH54C9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/A5x_S-G4fYk/s1600-h/catrodmai01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SjcnzH54C9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/A5x_S-G4fYk/s320/catrodmai01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347786841774361554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from left to right: Cat, Rodrigo and me at the vernissage. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG-bgtxx6fg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG-bgtxx6fg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... That's Lost Deliveries. And for more infos... well go on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lostdeliveries" target="_blank"&gt;their myspace&lt;/a&gt; page to check out the other songs. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-8864309492189381928?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/8864309492189381928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=8864309492189381928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/8864309492189381928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/8864309492189381928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/06/officially-part-of-lost-deliveries.html' title='officially part of lost deliveries??'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SjcqTkqLm9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1MJOirp7Jwc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-1652407102434665915</id><published>2009-06-14T13:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:12:22.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>he who must not be named</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I cannot wait for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince to come out. Of course, I'm talking about the movie and not the novel. The trailer was so good and intriguing that I just had to read the novel. I asked for Louizz if I could borrow her book and for once, I'm really into it. The only books that I really liked in the Harry Potter Series were the third and the fourth one. So far, I really like the 6th one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's about a month left before the movie comes out. I better hurry and read it fast!!! I usually read those HP novels within a year =_=.... Yeah, it shows how much I don't like to read, eh? The only novels I read and finished are the Twilight Series. Read the 4 of them within 3 weeks during the end of a semester. O_O Crazy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJ8dXUtxY4A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJ8dXUtxY4A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I should get going!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-1652407102434665915?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/1652407102434665915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=1652407102434665915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1652407102434665915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1652407102434665915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-who-must-not-be-named.html' title='he who must not be named'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-6395286772270279603</id><published>2009-06-12T00:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:00:52.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drag nights are awesome</title><content type='html'>I went to this racing event that is scheduled i think every thursdays...? along with my friends (guy friends of course.... I'm like what? the only girl that likes cars...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taking place at the Mirabel Airport. It used to be an international airport but they closed it and they now use it for racing events. Admission is 5$ and to get in the race is 10$ for the whole night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were doing some drags. It was so cool. It was like in Need for Speed ProStreet! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PARENTHESIS - DEFINITION OF DRAG RACING:&lt;br /&gt;Drag racing is a competition in which vehicles compete to be the first to cross a set finish line, usually from a standing start, and in a straight line. The distance is either 1/4mile or sometimes 1/2 a mile.... depending the type of racing you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends was racing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a video of what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first round (in this video) is a white Subaru WRX STI modded VS a blue WRX STI (stock). THe second round you see right after is a Porsche Carrera VS a Lamborghini Gallardo (i think...?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-81154d8e45a1380a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81154d8e45a1380a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330296827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB6C0B40D97D99885F3DE6AF099690CEDF35A6C7.35A8087168F4F3576351B389E6E01C7F175AC042%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81154d8e45a1380a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGPstDhru0R0nGjYeduxyYLxoYbY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81154d8e45a1380a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330296827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB6C0B40D97D99885F3DE6AF099690CEDF35A6C7.35A8087168F4F3576351B389E6E01C7F175AC042%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81154d8e45a1380a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGPstDhru0R0nGjYeduxyYLxoYbY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... the cars you'd see there. It's just crazy!!! There was this OLD MUSTANG that beat the record. It did the dragrace in 10.66seconds!!!! It was a record man.... cuz most of the cars were doing between 13 to 15 seconds. The average was in the 14 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my day. lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-6395286772270279603?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=81154d8e45a1380a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/6395286772270279603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=6395286772270279603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6395286772270279603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6395286772270279603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-nights-are-awesome.html' title='drag nights are awesome'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-3610328790894047288</id><published>2009-06-09T21:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:49:17.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love the tax refunds</title><content type='html'>I just got back my federal tax refunds from the government. A BEAUTIFUL 938$ =) I was so happy!!! Now I can pay some of my bills and buy a rain jacket. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's almost summer and all.. But at night, it's still a bit cold. So, that's why a rain jacket comes in handy. I don't wanna go out in a tank top at night when it's 10 degrees Celsius outside nor do I want to wear my big fall/winter jacket.... So here's what I permitted myself to buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice PEARL Mackage Rain Jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Price: 190.00$ CAN&lt;br /&gt;WATER RESISTANT NYLON JACKET WITH NYLON ZIP AWAY HOOD AT COLLAR, SMALL PACKABLE SELF POUCH AT INSIDE BACK. LEATHER DETAILING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% NYLON&lt;br /&gt;NYLON LINING&lt;br /&gt;DRY CLEAN BY A LEATHER SPECIALIST ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Si8PKVJ3jdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V4556fMZTZo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Si8PKVJ3jdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V4556fMZTZo/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345507952863710674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Si8PfeE2x1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/94KcAc9q4ng/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Si8PfeE2x1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/94KcAc9q4ng/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345508316035860306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-3610328790894047288?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/3610328790894047288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=3610328790894047288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3610328790894047288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3610328790894047288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-taxs-refunds.html' title='i love the tax refunds'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Si8PKVJ3jdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V4556fMZTZo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-2220498643482337189</id><published>2009-06-08T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:16:05.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me likey</title><content type='html'>The release date for Eclipse has been announced as Wednesday, June 30, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, okay. That was so random. I'm so bored these days... I'm an unemployed woman so is wandering around...=( I'm still waiting for an job offer as a graphic designer. Nobody is hiring these days because they don't want much employees due to the recession. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*. I didn't know it would've been so hard!!! I'm still sending out CVs out there but again, most of the jobs are already filled (even stores and etc because the college people finished school early may.) SIGHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that I'll get a job soon or I'll perish. =( I need to pay my BILLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-2220498643482337189?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/2220498643482337189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=2220498643482337189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2220498643482337189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2220498643482337189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-likey.html' title='me likey'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-6157321856337671045</id><published>2009-06-01T12:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:56:50.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon trailer =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:395235" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=type%3Dnormal%26vid%3D395235%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A395235%26startUri=mgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A395235" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/trailer_park/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;Movie Trailers&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://moviesblog.mtv.com/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;Movies Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT WAIT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to read the book again to refresh my memory. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-6157321856337671045?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/6157321856337671045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=6157321856337671045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6157321856337671045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6157321856337671045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon-trailer.html' title='new moon trailer =)'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-6846601509638879757</id><published>2009-06-01T11:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:08:57.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>up up up up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SiP89CMl1_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/GuPI_p4jgtw/s1600-h/disney-pixar-up-movie-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SiP89CMl1_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/GuPI_p4jgtw/s320/disney-pixar-up-movie-poster-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342391708483442674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see UP in 3D (as Kurt suggested it) yesterday with D and his little brother. SUCH A GOOOOOD MOVIE!!!! It was so heartwarming and sad and touching and and and and aaahh!!! I think it's one of the best movies from PIXAR. Well actually. PIXAR are doing really good these days.... with WALL-E... and now with UP. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really amazed the whole time I was watching it. It was actually the first time I watched a movie in 3D since Terminator at Universal Studios. It was an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's it for now. I really don't know what else to say than just WOW. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finally graduated!!!! I don't have pictures for now... because I want to uplaod the pictures that the professional photographer took. Those pictures were INSANE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am OUT. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-6846601509638879757?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/6846601509638879757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=6846601509638879757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6846601509638879757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6846601509638879757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-up-up-up.html' title='up up up up!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SiP89CMl1_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/GuPI_p4jgtw/s72-c/disney-pixar-up-movie-poster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-1296104710389447802</id><published>2009-05-27T00:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:32:43.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S OVEERRR!!!!</title><content type='html'>OH MY EFFING GOD! NO MORE CRAZY SCHOOL WORK TO DOO!!!!!!! IT'S OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY VERNISSAGE IS TOMORROW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MORE INFO, &lt;a href="http://dc37.dawsoncollege.qc.ca/graphics/2009/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-1296104710389447802?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/1296104710389447802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=1296104710389447802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1296104710389447802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1296104710389447802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-oveerrr.html' title='IT&apos;S OVEERRR!!!!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-5163964672727866458</id><published>2009-05-20T18:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:54:09.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is bull</title><content type='html'>I'm very disappointed for my vernissage table... Okay. It seems like a lot of people don't know what vernissage is. Vernissage = exhibition. It is a term that we (artists) use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Wikipedia: A &lt;b&gt;vernissage&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Varnish" title="Varnish"&gt;varnishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_language" title="French language"&gt;French&lt;/a&gt;), also known as a &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preview" title="Preview"&gt;preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Private_view" title="Private view"&gt;private view&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; or simply &lt;i&gt;opening&lt;/i&gt;, is the start of an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_exhibition" title="Art exhibition"&gt;art exhibition&lt;/a&gt;. Guests may be served &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canap%C3%A9" title="Canapé"&gt;canapés&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wine" title="Wine"&gt;wine&lt;/a&gt; as they discuss with artists and others the works in the exhibition. Critics and press may also be present, or invited to separate private viewings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my disappointment. There are 4 teachers that is part of the selection commitee that choose what portfolio pieces will be on the table to be displayed at the vernissage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what. The teachers only chose 4 projects. You usually have 7 projects displayed on. But they somehow only chose 4 for me. WHAT THE EFF?!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got to the day of setting up the pieces on the table to see how it will look all together. The other teachers that are chosen to do this job asked me why I had so little on my table. So I told them that it was because the selection commitee only chose that... And I was so mad because compared to the other students, I got nothing.... I was so frustrated.... I mean, the teachers from the slection commitee told everyone that if the projects weren't chosen to be on the table, you CANNOT put it.... mostly because it wasn't good. Yeah okay... I don't get it though. You might not like it, but others love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, if you have looked at my portfolio, I really wanted my bookcover to be in it. I worked so hard for that and I don't get it why mine wouldn't be on the table while all of the other students have it on their table... I find it nice. I like it. And many other people like it too. Why the eff wouldn't it be on the table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even my graphic design open house poster... The teacher I had for this project WAS IN THE SELECTION COMMITTEE and she didn't bother try to convince the others to have it on hte table... I mean, I did get around 95% for htat project and she kept on saying that she really liked it and all. I simply don't get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... I gotta make 2 other projects so that I can put on my table. A flip book of one of my flash animations.... and a DVD fold to put my ACTION PAINTING DVD in it within 4 days. That does not include all of the editing I gotta do... *sighs*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that it would be less stressing starting from today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, some of the teachers that aren't in the selection commitee are on my side.... and are telling me to put it even though the selection commitee didn't choose to be on the table...afterall, the final decision is up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-5163964672727866458?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/5163964672727866458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=5163964672727866458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5163964672727866458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5163964672727866458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-bull.html' title='this is bull'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-9038801204112559747</id><published>2009-05-18T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:27:21.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iamaidesign.com officially up =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iamaidesign.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 52px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/ShDjYqmCxoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ic4pRMQXQK4/s320/IAMAI_LOGO.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337015571324257922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished (well 98%) my online portfolio and I decided to upload it online on my domain. =) I was supposed to wait until the school publish it on the school's website (which would've been in a week), but I felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so proud of myself. Like, for once, something is working and I'm really happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so depressed these days for so many things. Mainly for the fact that everybody is done with school while I'm still at school 6 days a week, working on my portfolio, remaking my portfolio pieces and preparing for my vernissage. I was going crazy. I just didn't have a life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that my portfolio is 98% done, I cannot wait until the vernissage. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's it is! &lt;a href="http://www.iamaidesign.com"&gt;iamaidesign.com&lt;/a&gt; fully uploaded =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-9038801204112559747?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/9038801204112559747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=9038801204112559747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/9038801204112559747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/9038801204112559747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/05/iamaidesigncom-officially-up.html' title='iamaidesign.com officially up =)'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/ShDjYqmCxoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ic4pRMQXQK4/s72-c/IAMAI_LOGO.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-3275627284382573495</id><published>2009-05-09T01:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:28:40.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>star trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SgUUg5x-GSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L-xO3pSY6U4/s1600-h/star_trek_2009_movie_poster_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SgUUg5x-GSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L-xO3pSY6U4/s320/star_trek_2009_movie_poster_21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333691889189001506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from the movies with my boyfriend, Seb and Luc. As you can see, we watched Star Trek. Well. I can say that it is not a movie for girls even if the rating on the reviews is 9.9 on 10. I am a geek. So I found it not bad. Like, there was some funny parts and sad parts. But I didnt fall in love with the movie like I did for Tranformers or even Star Wars. I am a fan of Star Wars. So I guess they are right. When you are a fan of Star Wars, you cannot be a fan of Star Trek. LOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... the reason why I wanted to watch this movie was because of the trailer, the fact that the actor that plays Sylar in Heroes is Spok and that the guy that plays Harold in Harold &amp; Kumar is in it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really relate myself on the ratings of other people... Everybody has different opinions... So I wouldn't base my own opinion on somebody else's... I mean, everybody is different. Like, most people might've loved it, but I found it just fine. Or most girls might've hated Transformers, but I loved it because I'm a geek. LOL. Well... I've always been a fan of Transformers... I even had one of the original Optimus Prime toy... back then.... but I somehow gave it to a kid... =_= If I knew they'd make it into a movie, I would've kept it!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... It's getting late. I won't rate this movie... like I said. You guys shouldn't base your own opinion of others. You should see it for yourself and then give out your opinion. LOLLL. I found it fine because... see... I'm not a fan of Star Trek... Like... the kind of movie that the whole story is just based on a starship... no. LOL. I mean... Star Wars has much more depth than just starships... it's about love, religion, a whole philosophy. Anyways... if I would've rated this movie... I would give a good 7.5? I guess? I don't know. Like I told you, I don't rate. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO SPOK AKA SYLAR!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-3275627284382573495?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/3275627284382573495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=3275627284382573495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3275627284382573495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3275627284382573495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek.html' title='star trek'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SgUUg5x-GSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L-xO3pSY6U4/s72-c/star_trek_2009_movie_poster_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-7374927236736943816</id><published>2009-05-04T22:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:23:01.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OVO - cirque du soleil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Sf-w7xMQGII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ev90OGfgE4w/s1600-h/ovo-cirque-du-soleil-662x1024.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Sf-w7xMQGII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ev90OGfgE4w/s320/ovo-cirque-du-soleil-662x1024.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332175024693450882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3, 2009. I went to the Cirque du Soleil for the first time. D bought tickets to go there. Sat like really really up close. The tickets cost like 110 each. O_o.... Crazy boyfriend. lol. But it was worth it. It was mind-blowing. Like... WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw the circus that wat at all. I never really took interest in the circus nor Cirque du Soleil. I somehow thought it was for freaks... LOLLL or just too plain weird for me. But WOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching it on TV is soooo different than watching it live. It's like being in a totally different world. They're like bringing you along with the acrobats and music and decorations into a whole new world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeAf6NDeoaY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeAf6NDeoaY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... back to reality... I messed up my cutting for a cover of a booklet that I gotta do... Now I have to freakin reprint it and reglue that... =_= I hate end of semester stress.... I HATE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-7374927236736943816?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/7374927236736943816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=7374927236736943816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7374927236736943816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7374927236736943816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/05/ovo-cirque-du-soleil.html' title='OVO - cirque du soleil'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Sf-w7xMQGII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ev90OGfgE4w/s72-c/ovo-cirque-du-soleil-662x1024.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-2308451823569987301</id><published>2009-04-26T12:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:58:04.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know me aka face on a milk carton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfSQRz8UBvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ioLaK021Y24/s1600-h/038532328X.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1113628254_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfSQRz8UBvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ioLaK021Y24/s320/038532328X.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1113628254_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329042894761494258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if some of you had to read that in high school, but I did... Remember that little red novel called "Face on a Milk Carton" by Caroline B. Cooney? Well, GUESS WHAT! They are making a movie out of it!!! ^___^ I cannot wait to go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, because Rachel Lefevre, who starred in Twilight, New Moon, and a while ago in Wolf on Campus (TV Series) and who is a MONTREALER that studied at Dawson College and MCGILL, will be the main character. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo watching that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfSQK-6gBaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mDsYAdinEp8/s1600-h/rachelle-lefevre-lifetime-movie-do-you-know-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfSQK-6gBaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mDsYAdinEp8/s320/rachelle-lefevre-lifetime-movie-do-you-know-me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329042777447597474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young college graduate Ellie Carter seems to have it all; a good home, a solid education and two parents that love her dearly. But when she sees a picture on a milk carton of a missing child that looks disconcertingly like herself, she discovers a terrifying truth about her past. And as the mystery reveals itself, Ellie realizes that the more she knows, the more likely she is to wind up dead. A twisting thriller of political intrigue and psychological suspense, DO YOU KNOW ME is well worth knowing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.rhitv.com/Movie.aspx?id=201"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;'s a short sneak peak of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt; You can also sign up for an email alert to be reminded when it will be aired online (I think it will only be aired online.. for now... and later on on DVD/Bluray) at the &lt;a href="http://www.lmn.tv/movies/details.php?id=MOVE+4336"&gt;LMN&lt;/a&gt; website. It will premiere on May 17th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-2308451823569987301?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/2308451823569987301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=2308451823569987301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2308451823569987301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2308451823569987301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-know-me-aka-face-on-milk-carton.html' title='do you know me aka face on a milk carton'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfSQRz8UBvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ioLaK021Y24/s72-c/038532328X.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1113628254_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-4198725578254013309</id><published>2009-04-24T23:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:17:29.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ashley greene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfJ_QbRpIvI/AAAAAAAAADw/_OVpM9JQb2s/s1600-h/wendy_glesz__011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfJ_QbRpIvI/AAAAAAAAADw/_OVpM9JQb2s/s320/wendy_glesz__011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328461229309108978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfJ_AQDnQNI/AAAAAAAAADo/1u5_jhnD4Mk/s1600-h/ashley-greene-wendy-glez-photo-flawless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfJ_AQDnQNI/AAAAAAAAADo/1u5_jhnD4Mk/s320/ashley-greene-wendy-glez-photo-flawless.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328460951419568338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't she so pretty? perfect?... and SEXY... AND HOT!??!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her. LOLLLL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she's the prettiest in the Twilight Series.... she's a model. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-4198725578254013309?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/4198725578254013309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=4198725578254013309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4198725578254013309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4198725578254013309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/04/ashley-greene.html' title='ashley greene'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SfJ_QbRpIvI/AAAAAAAAADw/_OVpM9JQb2s/s72-c/wendy_glesz__011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-1768920816591936886</id><published>2009-04-20T00:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:11:55.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be stupid. do your work....yes again.</title><content type='html'>I should be doing my homework. But I don't feel like it. Yes. According to my own motto, I'm stupid. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day just facebooking, surfing the net and hanging out with D. It's crazy how I have completely lost any kinds of motivation for school. I only got 22 days till school is over and 37 days before the VERNISSAGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't seem like it at all. I feel like I'm totally not quite done with any of my projects. =S I just don't feel it. I don't see the light of the end of that tunnel I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't good. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-1768920816591936886?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/1768920816591936886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=1768920816591936886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1768920816591936886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/1768920816591936886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-be-stupid-do-your-workyes-again.html' title='don&apos;t be stupid. do your work....yes again.'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-5268638975227719315</id><published>2009-04-11T16:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:45:04.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SeD_30XpDpI/AAAAAAAAADg/pcGZqsIumXM/s1600-h/tobby%26I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SeD_30XpDpI/AAAAAAAAADg/pcGZqsIumXM/s320/tobby%26I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323536093967617682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tobby Trinh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.9 years old&lt;br /&gt;American Cocker&lt;br /&gt;Illness: heart disease, liver disease, epilepsy, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;glaucoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobby is sick. =( I've had him ever since he was 1 month old... and now, he's got so many diseases. We just got to know a week ago that he had glaucoma; a disease that makes your eyeball bigger and hard like a rock... which makes your eyeball like it's about to pop out of your eye. And if it isn't treated right away, it can infect into your brain and you die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the vet last week to see if everything was okay. But our vet told us that it was too late to cure it. The only way now is to operate (basically... take out his eyeball). But then again, we have to check out if there's any hospital that will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Tobby won't have any operation... He's got too many complications/diseases to risk that. If we do operate him, he might not survive from the operation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now... we don't know how long he will be living. This is depressing. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-5268638975227719315?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/5268638975227719315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=5268638975227719315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5268638975227719315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5268638975227719315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/04/tobby.html' title='tobby'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SeD_30XpDpI/AAAAAAAAADg/pcGZqsIumXM/s72-c/tobby%26I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-4145094709660171503</id><published>2009-04-11T16:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:31:38.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my brute</title><content type='html'>Come join me at &lt;a href="http://iamai.mybrute.com"&gt;my brute&lt;/a&gt;! if you're bored and you wanna have a little fun for few minutes, than try that! loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting addicted to it. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My layout is so nice but depressing. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-4145094709660171503?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/4145094709660171503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=4145094709660171503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4145094709660171503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4145094709660171503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-brute.html' title='my brute'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-4405071453923794491</id><published>2009-04-07T00:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:29:31.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>extra extra</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, I went on for a shooting of a tv show called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Beautiful Life&lt;/span&gt; (created by Ashton Kutcher) as an extra. Sara Paxton (from The Last House on the Left), Misha Barton (The OC), and Corbin Bleu (High School Musical) were all acting in this new upcoming tv show. =) IMDB it if you want to know more about it... loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I was called to be there at 6AM wearing clothes like I was going to go clubbing, with all my make up done. =_= Omg... So early!!!! I was freaking out because I usually don't wear crazy stuff whenever I go clubbing. I just wear a nice simple top... or even a tshirt. LOLLL. I don't usually wear dresses or anything fancy nor glamourous... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got there... they totally changed me. =_= I only kept my Rock &amp; Republic jeans... and I wore a red puffy dressy top. (usually hate those tops... it makes me look like I'm pregnant... but whatever!). And they told me to go sit there and wait for them to do my hair and makeup. WTF?! I thought we had to do it at home... ugh. So I waited like an asshole for 2 hours and a half for only at the end they only quickly straightened my hair because we had to leave to the set and start shooting. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We filmed at Opera Nightclub. =) It was cool. But the shooting lasted freakin 18hours. I was nearly dead by the time we finished. I was in high heels for 20 hours straight. I had my contact lenses for nearly 21 hours... I was inside a freakin club with all the strobe lights, lightings and disco ball for nearly 16hours... I was going crazy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shooting part was amazing! But the WAITING?!?!? OH MY EFFING GAWD!!! Freaking waiting for the crews to get the cameras, angle perfect. and changing this person to stand at this exact place and all.. .OMG... TOTAL HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to come back again this Thursday. I don't know if I'll be able to... LOL. My heels are still killing me. O_o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll update this post with some pictures from my cellphone of the set and all... I dont have much pictures since we're not even supposed to take pictures... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-4405071453923794491?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/4405071453923794491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=4405071453923794491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4405071453923794491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4405071453923794491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/04/extra-extra.html' title='extra extra'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-4316148633925020260</id><published>2009-03-27T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:53:13.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm such a loser</title><content type='html'>it's a friday night... and i'm home. wow. I don't know what's wrong with me these days... It's like I'm a zombie. I'm just not myself anymore... stressed out, bitching at everything.... emotional at times that I usually don't... and at the same time... I'm just emotionless... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-4316148633925020260?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/4316148633925020260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=4316148633925020260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4316148633925020260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4316148633925020260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-such-loser.html' title='i&apos;m such a loser'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-5776664235734933571</id><published>2009-03-27T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:24:10.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish little brat</title><content type='html'>I'm such a selfish little brat... D is tired, exhausted, has a back pain... and I'm still asking him for giving him a ride. =_= But dude, did I effing know that he was THAT tired... I mean, he's still able to play Wow. But he can't freakin give me a ride... *sighs*... Besides... he obviously knew that he would have to bring me home.. and so, if he was THAT tired, why didn't he just brought me back earlier instead of waiting until it was midnight...? Instead.. he waited until we finished watching Push (badly streamed), and waited until we got in the car to freakin compplain... I even offered him to bring him back home... As in, ask my brother to drive him home and all... but no.. too stubborn for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*.... we were supposed to go see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Love You, Man&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aliens vs Monsters&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow night... but i guess he will not want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me selfish. =_=....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to bed with the knowledge that I might not see him for a while since he's mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-5776664235734933571?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/5776664235734933571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=5776664235734933571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5776664235734933571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5776664235734933571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/03/selfish-little-brat.html' title='selfish little brat'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-7851567704978107544</id><published>2009-03-21T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:47:12.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movie reviews time!!</title><content type='html'>If you saw the trailer of the movie Knowing, then good. But that's it. Don't go watch that movie. It sucked. I could even say that the trailer was worth more seeing than the movie. Honestly, the beginning was intriguing and all and scary and good. But the more you got to know about what was going on, the more it sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... HOW TO SAVE THE WORLD? &lt;br /&gt;*WARNING, SPOILERS* &lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to read this and still watch the movie skip this part!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. SEND SOME WEIRD ALBINOS/ALIENS TO CALL UPON TWO KIDS TO RESTART THE HUMAN RACE ON ANOTHER PLANET. Just like ADAM AND EVE. WHAT THE HECK?!?!? The whole time, it's trying to get mix up science and religion together. And it ends up something like that. It's just so weird. The whole world is effed up. Everybody dies except for those two kids and the weird albinos saved and brought them somewhere to start over. WOW..... Even my boyfriend could tell that was gonna happen right from the beginning... =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go see "I Love You Man" with my boyfriend. A simple night out with him. But it ended up that Seb and Mike tagged along and Seb wanted to go see "Knowing". Thinking that since the trailer made it look good. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Biggest mistake ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I downloaded "Slumdog Millionaire". *shhhh* .... To the opposite of "Knowing" VERY GOOD MOVIE. =) Kept me interested the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I just wanted to say that I will never listen to Seb's opinions... Well not that... We'll just never watch a movie that he will want to see. Every single movie he wants to see sucks.... IE: The Happening, Saw 5, Ruins.... LOL I didn't watch those movies since I hate horror movies... But... my boyfriend told me that they all sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well... I'll go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-7851567704978107544?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/7851567704978107544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=7851567704978107544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7851567704978107544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7851567704978107544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-reviews-time.html' title='movie reviews time!!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-2256316503293317226</id><published>2009-03-15T13:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:05:37.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kinderbeer: it's better than milk! -- it's finally out</title><content type='html'>Here's what KinderBeer's commercial looks like. I'm not 100% happy with it though.... My colleagues didn't think the same way as I did... So... yeh. But whatever. It ends at 1:26. My colleague had a problem with iMovie. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5W2niffxSCI"&gt;KinderBeer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-2256316503293317226?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/2256316503293317226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=2256316503293317226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2256316503293317226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2256316503293317226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/03/kinderbeer-its-better-than-milk-its.html' title='kinderbeer: it&apos;s better than milk! -- it&apos;s finally out'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-3575658214151008243</id><published>2009-03-05T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:55:48.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why am I so unlucky these days?!</title><content type='html'>I'm in my midterms... I took tuesday off of my job so that I would be able to finish some of my work for all those deadlines due this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL GUESS WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked really hard on Tuesday... I was still working and it was around 1AM that my FREAKIN EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE CRASHED! OH MY EFFING GAWD!. Yes. Luckily, I had few backups for ONLY FEW of my projects... But the most important ones are GONE... NADA. I got an evaluation next week for the poster's vernissage. Gotta redo my poster from scratch. As well as a Graphic Design Booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy right now. I went to Futureshop to see if they could at least retrieve my data. They say it's going to take 48 hours to do so and that it is not guaranteed that it will work. It freaking cost me 90$ to do so. Such a rip off... But at least, they reimburse you 40$ + taxes if they can't retrieve your data. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do hope I get my data back... Or I'm seriously doomed. I've been working non-stop and haven't slept for ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed. I haven't played Street Fighter 4 for ages too because of what happened... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst, my teacher for that Graphic Design booklet (Publication Design class), whose the chairperson, told me that this shouldn't happen to a 3rd year student. WTF!! THIS HAPPENS TO ANYBODY!!! And I asked for an extension since I got to have my semi-comps of my booklet TOMORROW. But he just said: "Just do you best." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate graphic design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I gotta go back to redesigning/laying out that freakin booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-3575658214151008243?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/3575658214151008243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=3575658214151008243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3575658214151008243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3575658214151008243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-am-i-so-unlucky-these-days.html' title='why am I so unlucky these days?!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-6442430158398983750</id><published>2009-02-19T01:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:32:34.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god nothing bad happened</title><content type='html'>Today (well technically, yesterday) was supposed to be a normal day. I went to school. Went to do my nails. and then, D called me to come to his house to play Street Fighter 4 since it just came out today in Canada. And so, it was supposed a normal, relaxing day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10:30PM, D and I drove two of our friends back home who lives in Longueuil (15mins from where I live). And so, we had to take the highway. As D drove me back home after, I told him to continue on the highway instead of taking the first exit as he usually take since it would be faster for us to continue on the highway and take the next exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in parenthesis, it was very slippery and it was snowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the rightest lane about to take the exit when this freakin car who cuts 2-3 lanes to get in front of us. Obviously, he didn't shoulder check since he ended up being RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. D had to break to make sure he wouldn't bump into the car, which made him lose control of the car and spun around few times until we hit the right border with our rear bumper. And we almost hit the car next to us. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we didnt hit any other cars. This car that probably saw everything and that was driving far enough behind us, stopped and got out to see if we were okay. Anyways, we got out to see if our car was okay. Freaking bumper is fcked... Well, not THAT bad... But still... He told us to call the police so that the insurance wouldn't make us pay for the damages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the car can still run. And so, I called D's mom and told her what happened. And of course, she started to scold D instead of understanding him.... =_= His dad was mad about it but he said not to call the police sine they won't repair the car anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad, because if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have taken that highway and we wouldn't have gotten that accident, and his parents wouldn't have screamed at him.... Haha, slippery slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started to cry... But I guess now, I'm glad that nobody actually got hurt. =)&lt;br /&gt;And that's really when you realize how important every moment of your life is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love you have for as long as we both shall live. &lt;br /&gt;Cherish the life you live, kids. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-6442430158398983750?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/6442430158398983750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=6442430158398983750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6442430158398983750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6442430158398983750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-god-nothing-bad-happened.html' title='thank god nothing bad happened'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-2411771726505914136</id><published>2009-02-16T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:37:40.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone = new hobby</title><content type='html'>I just bought a the &lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/blackberry_curve_8900-2604.php"&gt;blackberry curve 8900&lt;/a&gt;. Very nice and slick phone. Everyone is jealous at school! LOL. Though I really liked the LG Viewty I had... =( But it was lagging...(well... for me..) and I wanted a data plan. I feel bad in a way to throw it or whatsoever since it was my boyfriend that bought it for me a year ago for our 2 years. Well.. I paid part of it since it was freaking expensive... But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, it's been a year that I have it and time for me to get a new one. LOLLL.... I'm a cell freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlackBerry Curve 8900 is awesome =). The only thing I don't really like is the fact that it cannot vibrate AND play the song at the same time. IE, whenever I got an incoming call, it vibrates (# of times you set it up) THEN, rings. WHAT THE HECK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing that I miss from my LG Viewty... is the fact that it was touch screen... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got a new cellphone, it's time to setup everything. It's like a new baby!! LOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-2411771726505914136?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/2411771726505914136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=2411771726505914136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2411771726505914136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2411771726505914136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-phone-new-hobby.html' title='new phone = new hobby'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-2105420725142466388</id><published>2009-02-11T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:05:31.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101 on how to hit on girls</title><content type='html'>Today was a weird day. Well, rather... it ended weirdly. I just downloaded the Bejeweled 2 game on my ipod touch. So I keep on playing it all the time during my traveling time from school to back hom and vice versa. So, as I was sitting in the metro playing Bejeweled, listening to my music as well while going back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This african-american guy (probably around my age. I really don't know) who is walking around the train comes by and yells at me "YO, CAN YOU SEND THAT GAME TO ME!!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IN THE WORLD? I was so confused. I took out one of my earphones to hear him out and asked WHHAAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Can you send that game to me through bluetooth you know..? (shows his iphone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err... no? I have an ipod touch. (Not an iphone. so i dont have the bluetooth in it, jerk...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: You sure? i mean, don't you have bluetooth on it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I dont have it...&lt;br /&gt;Him: *pauses* How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: O_o... good.&lt;br /&gt;Him: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wtf...) 21.&lt;br /&gt;Him: *looks suprised and happy about it and more interested* OH REALLY? 21? DO YOU WORK??&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wtf.....) No... I go to school...&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hmm. *stands still looking down at me* *pauses* *gives out his fist to props me*&lt;br /&gt;*props*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS SOOOO EFFING RANDOM AND WEIRD!!! But clever. Because he initiated the conversation through the game on my ipod, I HAD to reply to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he would've just called me sexy, pretty or whatever names he can think of or whistled at me. I would've given him the finger or ignored him. But because he did that way, I HAD to reply to him as an act of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.. I jsut got hit on by a black dude... but a clever dude. loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-2105420725142466388?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/2105420725142466388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=2105420725142466388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2105420725142466388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2105420725142466388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/02/101-on-how-to-hit-on-girls.html' title='101 on how to hit on girls'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-2442513259889104339</id><published>2009-02-10T00:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:09:39.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reminisce</title><content type='html'>I miss the times when the girls and I used to RPG. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time when I was careless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna RPG. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-2442513259889104339?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/2442513259889104339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=2442513259889104339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2442513259889104339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2442513259889104339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/02/reminisce.html' title='reminisce'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-463795426894772522</id><published>2009-02-04T18:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:23:23.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of this sh*t</title><content type='html'>Here I am, sick. And sick of all of this drama that keeps on coming back even though I'm trying to not be part of it. D's father is back from the hospital from his operation. Already, this takes a lot of my time since I got to go help my boyfriend out for stuff as well as for his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, all I do is to try to help other people and care about them. And what do I get...? nothing. I tend to always care too much for people. Even more than they care for themselves. That's what D tells me all the time. A while ago, I told myself that I wouldn't be hanging out with that crew anymore. The one that creates all the drama. Well, I don't know why, but it seems that even though I'm out of this... out of the circle, I always end up being involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just so annoying. I mean... all o this drama for a girl...? And for that, you end a friendship. A simple girl that is actually the one that causes all of the dramas. =_= Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously should stop caring so much about others. It drives me insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-463795426894772522?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/463795426894772522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=463795426894772522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/463795426894772522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/463795426894772522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired-of-this-sht.html' title='tired of this sh*t'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-6452594378657727717</id><published>2009-01-31T01:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:53:56.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>make up time</title><content type='html'>H and I were bored. We were waiting for a friend to come over and play PS3. So while that, H just decided to put some make up on me. Smokey eyes. Oh my goodness.... My eyes looks so huge tho. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's ME... I took a pic wit my cell. I think i got a better pic on my camera.. but I'm too lazy to go get it. After I took off the make up with the makeup remover... OMG, my eyes hurt so bad! And it took forever to remove it... freak. I hate to wear so much make up!! LOLL My eyes felt overused. LOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SYP1UVbhaGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/956kOK7bKk4/s1600-h/P300109_17.45%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SYP1UVbhaGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/956kOK7bKk4/s320/P300109_17.45%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297347316416604258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SYP1do7Bj7I/AAAAAAAAADY/EN2xMlbmerg/s1600-h/P300109_17.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SYP1do7Bj7I/AAAAAAAAADY/EN2xMlbmerg/s320/P300109_17.45.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297347476267831218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-6452594378657727717?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/6452594378657727717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=6452594378657727717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6452594378657727717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6452594378657727717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-up-time.html' title='make up time'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SYP1UVbhaGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/956kOK7bKk4/s72-c/P300109_17.45%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-5432161959915325401</id><published>2009-01-17T22:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:43:30.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cherish</title><content type='html'>"Cherish the love we have.&lt;br /&gt;We should cherish the life we live.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the love we have for as long as we both shall live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish - Pappa Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Minh's house party.... I promised my mom that I would come back home around 2am. Though I didn't because I was stuck there comforting my friend who was supposed to sleepover at my house. So instead, I came back home at 4am... Today, my mom made me realize how important it is to cherish every moment you have with your parents and your surroundings... and be responsible sometimes... Teens tend to just care about themselves and not care at all about their parents... all they want to do is to live their life to the fullest... because they don't want to miss a thing... but don't you want to NOT miss a thing with your loved ones as well...? and what if they have cancer or are sick and are hiding it from you because they think you don't care anymore....or because they don't want to intrude in your life since you're so into it... we are so selfish that we just leave our parents and loved ones behind... and then at one point, it will be too late to express our feelings towards our parents or loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lesson 6 years ago. And now that my mom reminded me of my dad... I want to show to other people that it is important to cherish the love you have for other people. Because you never know when life's gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm not kidding... and trust me. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-5432161959915325401?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/5432161959915325401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=5432161959915325401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5432161959915325401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/5432161959915325401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/01/cherish.html' title='cherish'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-3360095499075967475</id><published>2009-01-13T13:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:40:28.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty chaleeettt</title><content type='html'>Well... I'm back. lol. I was out this weekend at a chalet with friends from church. Jo was there. An old pal from church that left church and is now somehow hanging out with D's crew and I... It's weird though. Well, he came to the chalet because he's hitting on Jessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened at the chalet. It was so fun! =) Most of the things happened in the jacuzzi. Of course. On the first night... my top (bikini) fell off... I was taking off my tank top because it was annoying me and right then, when I removed my top, my bikini fell off... =__=. Luckily, nobody was watching us in the jacuzzi. A minute earlier and I would've been exposed to everybody that was watching us, tempted to get in. So only girls saw it... well I hope. MD (a guy that he and I had a past years ago -- that probably still has something for me) was in the jacuzzi. LUCKILY, he was behind me... So I hope he did not see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second night, MD and Jo made a bet while playing a game in the jacuzzi. The loser takes off his bottom. =_=... Jo lost. Oh my goodness... I dont ever want to get in that jacuzzi. LOL. well it was funny. Later on when there were only 4 people left in the jacuzzi (excluding me), some of the girls decided to go wild and removed their tops and all. While they dared themselves to kiss and all. It was pretty wild in that tub. LOL... Well, that's what I heard... During that time, I was taking a shower... but the water cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the thing is... whenever someone uses water at the same time as we take a shower --there were two bathrooms-- well, the water goes out...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was taking my shower, N (Ann's, a good friend of mine, cousin) was taking a shower downstairs in the other bathroom. So I was covered with soap all over my body and out of water... It made me think of Zack and Miri Make a Porno. LOL. So I had to wait until N finished his shower so continue mine... Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was this game where we had to eat that huge POCKY. Well, we pick 2 names out of a basket. And from there, those two people have to eat the same POCKY one from each side until they finish eating it... So, basically... we gotta kiss to finish it. lol.. Somehow... stupid karma, MD picked me... =___= WORST, he said "I hope it's not me and Mai".... and we got picked. WOW... WAYS TO JINX IT MD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at about 10cm of my lips, he backed out. OUF!!! I would've freaked out if he continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... so many other stuff happened.. but I would take the whole for me to type it here. So here are few pictures... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SWzf7gAy7bI/AAAAAAAAACg/qyj66B6zU0M/s1600-h/jacuzzi01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SWzf7gAy7bI/AAAAAAAAACg/qyj66B6zU0M/s320/jacuzzi01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290849875552038322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SWzf4K6FUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/-RXsx6OHJs4/s1600-h/skatingring01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SWzf4K6FUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/-RXsx6OHJs4/s320/skatingring01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290849818347131250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SWzf0IRgXLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8JOcldrQlAU/s1600-h/headband01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SWzf0IRgXLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8JOcldrQlAU/s320/headband01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290849748920589490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SWzfr1MEWZI/AAAAAAAAACI/TOtl0_ojrOQ/s1600-h/everyone01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SWzfr1MEWZI/AAAAAAAAACI/TOtl0_ojrOQ/s320/everyone01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290849606358555026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-3360095499075967475?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/3360095499075967475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=3360095499075967475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3360095499075967475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3360095499075967475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2009/01/dirty-chaleeettt.html' title='dirty chaleeettt'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SWzf7gAy7bI/AAAAAAAAACg/qyj66B6zU0M/s72-c/jacuzzi01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-6338281653331906286</id><published>2008-12-25T01:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:25:53.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas is here!</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful christmas. Though, the gifts weren't very... let's say what I wanted (since most of the stuff I want are so expensive...) but I appreciate the effort and the thought they put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I got....&lt;br /&gt;1) A SURROUND SOUND! from my two brothers. --SOO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;2) Hot Paws boots -- from my mommy (though I wanted some UGGS... LOL which is probably thrice the price!)&lt;br /&gt;3) A short black cardigan (very cute ^^) --from my uncle and aunt&lt;br /&gt;4) a Vero Moda turquoise top (not my style... but the colour is nice) --from my aunt and uncle again (they always give me two gifts.. one for my birthday and one for christmas)&lt;br /&gt;5) and of course... my precious IPOD TOUCH FROM MY BOYFRIEND ^^ &lt;3 (which I can plug it to my surround sound, which has a stand for ipods!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my friends during our gift exchange/my birthday/cyn's birthday gathering... I got..&lt;br /&gt;1) stuff for relaxing bath stuff -- from Rain (gift exchange)&lt;br /&gt;2) Bluray set of Heroes Season 2&lt;br /&gt;3) 40$ gift certificate at Stylexchange =) --i might just use that to pay part of my UGGs hehehhee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well... I dont have much picutres... and I'm to lazy to post them... LOL so, I'll probably post them later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-6338281653331906286?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/6338281653331906286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=6338281653331906286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6338281653331906286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/6338281653331906286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-here.html' title='christmas is here!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-3329084465722285448</id><published>2008-12-07T19:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:19:45.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one done, 10000 more to go!</title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm done with my bookcover project! I'm so glad and it came out so well =) Not like the others... Well, this project is well as you've probably figures it out, is to make a book cover. The teacher gives us a letter and from there, we got to make up a DESCRIPTIVE sentence, which EACH WORD IN THE SENTENCE HAS TO START WITH THE LETTER YOU WERE ASSIGNED. Yes... WHAT THE FUCK?! loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I somehow got the letter "K".... So unlucky I am... So, my sentence is "Keen Kittens Keeking the Korean King Kissing the Kleptomaniac in his Kingdom". Of course, we can use the "the and etc"... If not, it would be impossible for those who got letters like K! =_= loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here is my bookcover =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STxmeuKWjlI/AAAAAAAAABo/NCsTDxal9Pw/s1600-h/DSC07059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STxmeuKWjlI/AAAAAAAAABo/NCsTDxal9Pw/s320/DSC07059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277205541344939602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the cover. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STxmpBQxioI/AAAAAAAAABw/c8eXR01BE9M/s1600-h/DSC07060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STxmpBQxioI/AAAAAAAAABw/c8eXR01BE9M/s320/DSC07060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277205718270839426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the back of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STxndwZQD1I/AAAAAAAAACA/cOU2gZ7StiA/s1600-h/DSC07061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STxndwZQD1I/AAAAAAAAACA/cOU2gZ7StiA/s320/DSC07061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277206624276057938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's the inside with my auto-biography. loll&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/4856863994419324533-3329084465722285448?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/3329084465722285448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=3329084465722285448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3329084465722285448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3329084465722285448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-done-10000-more-to-go.html' title='one done, 10000 more to go!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STxmeuKWjlI/AAAAAAAAABo/NCsTDxal9Pw/s72-c/DSC07059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-2519890432796256670</id><published>2008-12-03T21:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:14:59.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hellweek</title><content type='html'>I'm going crazy. I spent the past two days trying to print and going on print shops to print shops to print few things for my projects, which are all due next week. And it seems like NONE OF THE PRINT SHOPS CAN PRINT BIG SIZE ON MATTE PAPER!!! I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF!!! =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dossier (the Staples Print shop) at the Desjardins Complex yesterday to print for two projects. One did work indeed. But when I started to mount it... (by the way, this one is a packaging that I did for my Packaging class which is to redesign a mass production packaging. I chose to do it on gums... more specifically on the Five Gum. =) You all know this brand... The most delicious gum and lasts the longest! Anyway, here's a pic of my final... well almost-final...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STdHoDHopOI/AAAAAAAAABg/fy_8r0yO75Q/s1600-h/DSC07057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STdHoDHopOI/AAAAAAAAABg/fy_8r0yO75Q/s320/DSC07057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275764241845495010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a link to what the 5 GUM looks like normally if some of you don't know: &lt;a href="http://www.5gum.com/five/index_normal.do" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... As I finished the mounting of this packaging, I realized that the last pack of gum DID NOT FIT IN MY STUPID BOX! =___= So I had to go reprint it. But because I edited the box, I now needed to print it on a BIG FORMAT PAPER (like most of my other projects). So, I decided to go to another Dossier on Maisonneuve Street near Eaton Center this time and ask them if it was possible. Unfortunately, they only print it on a GLOSSY-PHOTO-LIKE PAPER. Which isn't what I need. So... I went off the the Concordia Copies printshop. They DO print MATTE on BIG FORMAT.. BUT.... the colour printer has a problem and keeps on making a white line in the middle plus, they weren't able to print BIG FORMAT TODAY. I was so mad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, nothing is working. I can't work at home.... nor can I do anything... I'm so stressed out. I got like 9 projects due this week and next week all cramped up on the same days.... Tuesday (ESPECIALLY THAT DAY), Wednesday and Thursday being a presentation of a project and a document of all of my top 10 favorite designers/studios/suppliers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate graphic design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that, I'm off to read the second book of Twilight: New Moon. =) It's like the only way for me to get out of that hell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I hate graphic design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-2519890432796256670?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/2519890432796256670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=2519890432796256670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2519890432796256670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2519890432796256670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/12/hellweek.html' title='hellweek'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/STdHoDHopOI/AAAAAAAAABg/fy_8r0yO75Q/s72-c/DSC07057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-4863451930499053381</id><published>2008-11-22T00:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:50:57.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna be vampire?</title><content type='html'>I just came back from the movies with D. We went to see Twilight. I don't know why, I was expecting more from it. My boyfriend and so many other people talked so much about this story that I was expecting it to be incredible. Well, it came out alright. It was let's say satisfying I guess. lol. It's funny how there isn't any sex scene. Even the kissing scene was... lol. Well, let's say that by the time it was getting interesting at that part, well.. they stopped because if not.. the guy will overcome his obssesion of wanting to drink her blood. LMAAOO. Anyways. I won't tell anything else or I know that some people will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it had a little humor in it which was good. Though the effects weren't that great. They could've done better than that. Even Smallville can do better! lol. Well, I guess it's because it is from an independent Motion Picture company. Other than that, yes... I would say a good 7/10? I don't know, I don't usually rate stuff. But 7 is an okay mark so yeah. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-4863451930499053381?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/4863451930499053381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=4863451930499053381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4863451930499053381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4863451930499053381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanna-be-vampire.html' title='wanna be vampire?'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-7034925468903123738</id><published>2008-11-09T23:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:42:11.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Lucy'/><title type='text'>kinderbeer: it's better than milk!</title><content type='html'>So yeah... Yesterday, I spent the whole day shooting a commercial for a project that I'm doing for school. The whole concept is beer for kids. Yes... you guys are probably asking yourself WTF IS THAT? Well, it's just a satire of a those &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlRRQ81ZRJs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;I Love Lucy&lt;/a&gt; shows from the 1950's. =) So it's a commercial to solicit parents to buy for their kid beer. Well, specifically KinderBeer. Beer for kids. =) So yes, the whole atmosphere is in the 1950's and it shall be in black and white. We had to do the labels and bottles. It took us so much time to prepare but it call came out awesome! =) The commercial itself will be LEGENDARY! So, in the commcercial, there's a spokeperson and a 8 year-old kid. And everything is all simple and to the point and funny. hehehe Can't wait to show you guys how it looks. We're still editing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a pic of the bottles. We took the Boris bottles and removes their label to put our labels onthe bottles. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SRe5OkT1iyI/AAAAAAAAABY/QZwokoj__Bo/s1600-h/P081108_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SRe5OkT1iyI/AAAAAAAAABY/QZwokoj__Bo/s320/P081108_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266881949149268770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-7034925468903123738?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/7034925468903123738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=7034925468903123738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7034925468903123738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7034925468903123738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/11/kinderbeer-its-better-than-milk.html' title='kinderbeer: it&apos;s better than milk!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SRe5OkT1iyI/AAAAAAAAABY/QZwokoj__Bo/s72-c/P081108_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-637524996598214615</id><published>2008-11-09T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:18:43.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>runny nose</title><content type='html'>Yay. I think I'm starting to be sick... stupid weather that keeps on changing from HOT TO COLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-637524996598214615?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/637524996598214615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=637524996598214615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/637524996598214615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/637524996598214615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/11/runny-nose.html' title='runny nose'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-7069225034081398444</id><published>2008-11-04T22:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:41:00.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I Met Your Mother'/><title type='text'>halloween partay</title><content type='html'>First time ever I attend toa halloween party. Usually, my friends and I never do anything for halloween and stuff. But I don't know why, everybody had the urge to celebrate Halloween this year and dress up! It was so cool! I was dressed up as a "slutty" schoolgirl. Yes, quote the SLUTTY because Like Barney in "How I Met You Mother" says in the episode of the Slutty Pumpkin, Halloween is when the girls reveals their true selves: as being slutty. So that's why whatever a girl may be dressed up as, you always have to add the word "slutty" in front of it. And I kind of find it true. lol. My mini skirt was VERY SHORT INDEED. lol It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, D and I went to Minh's Halloween party. I had to get there earlier to decorate the house. I had this brilliant idea or putting a danger zone right at the entrance, making it impossible to pass through without getting confused and bumping into everywhere. It was pretty funny. I also put spiderwebs everywhere to the point that people were actually stuck in it and had spiderwebs in their hair. HAHAHAH That was funny. Anyways... D was dressed up as Hannibal guy. Minh as a NERD. Pretty funny I find.... anyways... half of the people only came at 2am since they went clubing before coming here. But still, we were able to have fun without them (though I was the only girl then). We somehow finished the case of 24 beer bottles in not even 20 minutes... It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the others came, a guy brought a beer bong. Oh my goodness... That is when everybody got drunk and were wasted since they all drank pure Jack Daniels with that. When D and I had to leave, it was around 3am. This guy obliged D to drink Jack and Coke (note... that guy sucked at mixing alcohol so it was VERY STRONG) from that beer bong. It wasn't the first time D did it. D... as daring as he is... he actually wanted to try drinking it from a handstand. -____-  He totally was wasted right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was the one driving. He was so wasted that when he got back to his house, we were in the kitchen and he actually thought it was his bedroom. He even said "oh look! there's a microwave in my bedroom!" LOL I'll never forget that... worst, while peeing in the bathroom, it was getting long... I was waiting for him when I noticed that he started to pee on the cap instead of in the bowl (he was starting to fooling around... =___=) LMAAAO It was sooo funny. Yes, wasted D, having trouble to aim the toilet bowl. =) I love my baby. loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... That was the first Halloween night I ever had as an adult. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from that night... enjoy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SREUByyLjRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6_g3fHtOcmI/s1600-h/halloween01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SREUByyLjRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6_g3fHtOcmI/s320/halloween01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265011460417490194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SRETxGktjSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h89uf8uj0Fg/s1600-h/P011108_02.42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SRETxGktjSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h89uf8uj0Fg/s320/P011108_02.42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265011173671931170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SREU6zcZckI/AAAAAAAAABA/-1sULWgmgoE/s1600-h/minh01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SREU6zcZckI/AAAAAAAAABA/-1sULWgmgoE/s320/minh01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265012439847105090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SREVPB8mgdI/AAAAAAAAABI/HFjF33oeR5E/s1600-h/P011108_02.43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SREVPB8mgdI/AAAAAAAAABI/HFjF33oeR5E/s320/P011108_02.43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265012787337658834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SREVZaz3w8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/U7JSzWvjJ_g/s1600-h/P311008_23.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SREVZaz3w8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/U7JSzWvjJ_g/s320/P311008_23.27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265012965810619330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL THATS IT!!! PEACE!! ^________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I will never show you the pictures of me in a schoolgirl costume. Getting too slutty and horny here =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-7069225034081398444?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/7069225034081398444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=7069225034081398444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7069225034081398444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/7069225034081398444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-partay.html' title='halloween partay'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/SREUByyLjRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6_g3fHtOcmI/s72-c/halloween01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-8360505261453855877</id><published>2008-10-25T01:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:43:56.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>worst friday night ever</title><content type='html'>Okay... I went to his surprise birthday dinner for a friend of D and I. We were supposed to meet up with everybody along with the birthday boy at JackAssters, a restaurant-bar. We were 30 people in total. 1/4 of them arrived at 8:30PM when we were supposed to get here at 7:30PM. Anyways... We ordered the food at 7:40 -ish. D had to leave around 9 because he was supposed to go watch SAW 5 with other people (which is a total disaster so DO NOT WASTE 10$ on that movie). And I was supposed to meet up with some friends for church at 9:30PM at the complete opposite of where I was (south... and I had to meet them way up in the north of Montreal). It was 8:45PM and we didn't even get our meals yet. I was getting very impatient and this was just useless... So D and I decided to cancel our order and we left. What a.... WASTE.. I mean... I really felt bad for the birthday boy but.. come on.. that was... stupid. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited till the other guys (Seb and Canute) came to join my boyfriend to watch Saw 5 and then left to meet up with friends. I drove there and by miracle it only took me 10mins! Usually, it takes around 20 to 30 minutes, but I guess it's also because I was driving up to 120-130 on the highway... ^__^"... oops! lol Anyways... I got up there and I told them to meet me at Tim Hortons which is a 10min walk from where they were. But somehow... they just didn't show up. I ordered my food from Tim Hortons since I ended up not eating anything at JackAssters... And I waited for them. It took them so long that I was thinking that something was up... I went back in my car since I forgot my phone and they left me few messaged. It ended up that they didn't have the key to lock the church so they were stuck there. =___= So we waited until the pastor came to lock the door and we all left. So... we ended up not doing anything. Wow... What a freakin waste. anyways... I ended up just going back to that Tim Hortons with Ann and we just talked over a coffee... WHAT THE HEELLLL?! i could've just stayed back home and slept instead of all of that crap that happened today. Ugh... anyways....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-8360505261453855877?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/8360505261453855877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=8360505261453855877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/8360505261453855877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/8360505261453855877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-friday-night-ever.html' title='worst friday night ever'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-3845263419057813554</id><published>2008-10-19T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:40:40.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drama club</title><content type='html'>D and I got back together last friday morning. We went clubbing (as we were supposed to) at 737-- a club that is situated at the top of a building, in Montreal downtown. I went with a friend of mine Ann. And he went with the guys. I got there earlier and was waiting for them. So Ann and I just went in. We wouldn't be able to wait for them outside for more than 1h. It was somehow freezing outside. As we got in, bought few drinks and all. I was FAMISHED. I didn't really eat much that day. We danced and all... Anyways. No big deal here. Finally the guys arrived. As the night was passing by... everyone was pretty much wasted. Somehow, Ann was getting depressed and all so I brought her outside to the terrasse. We talked and all and as I finished comforting her, we went inside searching for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IN PARENTHESIS* D usually hates smoking and says it's stupid and he thinks it's a turn off. So do I. But ever since we had problems, he started smoking. And he told me he stopped. So you guys all know what this is leading to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering where the guys were, Ann tells me that she saw them outside. "D was smoking". So I got mad and burst outside and walked right to them (and yes, he was smoking). I usually never EVER make a scene nor do I get mad. But that... I don't know. I was really disappointed at him. Anyways... I yelled at him and our friend seperated us. Ann stayed with me trying to calm me down and I somehow burst out into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tried to calm me down and explain to me what really was going on but I really didn't want to hear it. I yelled and just went somewhere else to calm myself. I don't know how this happened but I... ME... that HATES to make a scene... ACTUALLY DID ONE! hahaha... it was... yeah. Well, at least, nobody got hurt. lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, D went away for few minutes to think and he realized he was being stupid. And he went to see me. He explained himself and yeah. We're all okay but... isn't it stupid from him to smoke because he was sad and scared that we won't be able to solve our problems and that our relationship won't get better? I mean... thanks for "believing" in us... Well, at least now.. he says he will put the effort into our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was my highlight of the weekend. I got to get back to my projects. I haven't started anything. I'm so behind. That's what I hate about being in a relationship. When you're broken up, you tend to always be behind in school and it always tend to be right during the midterms or at the end of the semester. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-3845263419057813554?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/3845263419057813554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=3845263419057813554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3845263419057813554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/3845263419057813554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/10/drama-club.html' title='drama club'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-2227673237503720578</id><published>2008-10-16T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:57:32.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be stupid. do your work.</title><content type='html'>"DON'T BE STUPID. DO YOUR WORK." is what is written on my desktop as a wallpaper. I've been having it ever since the semester started. I worked for the first two weeks. But now.... I'm getting stupid-eeerr. I'm supposed to do some sketches for a layout of a website I'm doing for a course at school. Really don't feel like it! haha. So what to do?  I blog. Of course, I procastinate. It's like a new hobby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me. Instead of working on my work. Well, I'm changing my layout on this blog. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-2227673237503720578?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/2227673237503720578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=2227673237503720578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2227673237503720578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/2227673237503720578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-be-stupid-do-your-work.html' title='don&apos;t be stupid. do your work.'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-4059131121601884627</id><published>2008-10-15T00:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:16:07.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>losing a part of me</title><content type='html'>Have you ever lost something so precious to you and you wouldn't know what to of your life anymore? Well I just did. D (boyfriend) and I are on a break and I feel like I've lost something so important. This whole thing that is going on in our relationship is just bull. How can I say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that guys will never understand of a girl. One thing is that girls need affection. Once a guy gets the girl in his pocket, he just thinks that he doesn't need to put the effort into the relationship anymore. Well, we've talked about this issue already. And I thought it was already solved until... today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm christian. And as a christian... there are so many things that I believe that D doesn't. D is buddhist... and somehow... today really confirmed a lot of things about our relationship.... It's almost been 3 years that we are together. And for that, we've gone through so many things but I feel like the issues just come back all the time. We thought that that religion thing was sooo over. But I guess it isn't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he decided to get himself a tattoo of Buddha on his shoulder blades. O_o.... I really liked the tribal/crow idea better than this one... And he really was into it and was ready to do it... which made me even sadder. You know... we really thought our relationship would go far. I really think he is the one. But... to tell the truth... being a christian and dating a buddhist.... is really hard. Our beliefs aren't the same.... and that is where it all started... The fact that he wanted to get a tattoo really made me sad because I truly believed that one day... maybe... just MAYBE... he'd be christian and understand what I believe in. I don't like to be a "converter"... I find it... too pressuring. I mean come one... forcing somebody to be someone he is not nor doesn't believe in is very..... selfish. That's why I'd rather let him be... and if there's that tiny hope... then good. Because... I believe in Heaven. D doesn't. already.... this confirms that I will never see him in Heaven. Also... that we will have a lot of problems later on as a couple. (Yes, I do believe that I'm going to marry him. I think he's the one...) Okay, I don't mind that. But come on... I do want us to be happy...! Okay... yes. what if there is no heaven blah blah blah and Buddha is real... well at least, I believed now and then when I'll be reincarnated, I'll know that Buddha is the one. I mean... from what I know and believe in, I'm living my life only once. And thats it.... so it breaks my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty you guys think I'm a freak and that I'm a nun or whatever.... But I don't care. That's what I believe in... and the fact that he did that... really makes me sad. Because it just confirms so many things..... well from that point of view of course...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-4059131121601884627?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/4059131121601884627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=4059131121601884627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4059131121601884627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/4059131121601884627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/10/losing-part-of-me.html' title='losing a part of me'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856863994419324533.post-8050885580953479220</id><published>2008-10-14T00:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:42:27.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>Wow... I'm back! Though I'm trying to figure things out... the FTP of my domain doesn't work right now... So I'm doing a direct link to the blogger. Yeah. I was tired of making my own blog by myself so I decided to use Blogger. Plus, I'm such a lazy person... SO blogger is all that. lol. The layout will come later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I'm even procastinating for this ridiculous blog. Wow... Yes, my current hobby is procastination. I don't know what is wrong with me... No inspiration at all. I should get going... and go to sleep. I'm supposed to head to D's-- my boyfriend; let's call him that way-- house tomorrow morning so I can actually work on my humanities essay... ugh... 2000 words essay... ugh... I don't even know what is actually the purpose of this. I'm even going into LITTERATURE and they oblige us to write such long essays... *sighs*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4856863994419324533-8050885580953479220?l=iamai00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/feeds/8050885580953479220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4856863994419324533&amp;postID=8050885580953479220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/8050885580953479220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4856863994419324533/posts/default/8050885580953479220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamai00.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331982991206174376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fskvcQV87tg/Snr1kCYk3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y5h2L6AkfY8/S220/mai01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
