<?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-6200340319571088739</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:19:25.767-08:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='dumped'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='sick'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='nice'/><category term='breaking up is hard to do'/><title type='text'>Cristine's.. BL..BLO... BLARGH! :3</title><subtitle type='html'>Zzz. I`m not crazy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-5712225508635458226</id><published>2009-11-29T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:48:07.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you can`t do a thing about it.</title><content type='html'>I`d like to share a sad in-real-life situation that I am currently experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s&amp;nbsp; above alive, &lt;i&gt;however&lt;/i&gt;, he’s &lt;b&gt;dying&lt;/b&gt;. He`s 24, engaged, and awaiting his first child. This man is a man who lives his existence to the fullest; he’s &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; optimistic, courteous, compassionate and enjoyable to be around. I met him through a friend just recently, we &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;instantaneously&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; got along, which is infrequent por moi. He gives off such a positive force, &lt;i&gt;even without speaking a word&lt;/i&gt;. His wife is almost like him, but she still pales in comparison. He is definitely an &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt; human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, he noticed his voice becoming raspy, frequent coughing, chest pain, wheezing, not eating well and exhaustion. Initially, he considered it being asthma, given that he did have asthma as a child. However, no matter what he was doing, all his “asthma”-symptoms still lingered. His fiancée was exceedingly bothered by his unnatural amount of coughing, wheezing, exhaustion..Etc., &amp;nbsp;and recommended that he went to a doctor. The doctor suggests that his lungs were the source of this all (&lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt;) and he was sent to a hospital to get it further taken care of. He acquires his results from the hospital; He has &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stage 4 Lung Cancer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and it`s &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;terminal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. He has &lt;i&gt;6 months – 12 months&lt;/i&gt; to live and he has &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; smoked / lived with smoking people in his whole existence. Prior to telling his &lt;b&gt;pregnant fiancée&lt;/b&gt; regarding the news, he decides to visit &lt;i&gt;numerous&lt;/i&gt; hospitals...&lt;b&gt;Unchanged results&lt;/b&gt;. He can`t even accept it as true, not to the degree that his fiancée took it though. She cannot grasp onto it at all and nowadays she`s &lt;i&gt;vastly&lt;/i&gt; depressed, awfully harmful for the soon-to-be child. His death could also circuitously execute the first life he`s ever produced. This great guy… He smiles, everyone he knows smiles with him. He dies, everyone he knows dies with him (&lt;i&gt;psychologically, and perhaps bodily&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up: The nicest man &lt;i&gt;I`ve ever met&lt;/i&gt; has &lt;b&gt;terminal&lt;/b&gt; lung cancer. He`s &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; young to die. He`s &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; smoked. He`s expecting his &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; child and is(&lt;i&gt;I guess &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) soon to be married. Whilst he told me all this, we both cried &lt;i&gt;plenty&lt;/i&gt;, although I haven`t known him for long. I cried while typing this up, and my heart feels like it has sunken to the bottom of my abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like this from time to time. I just &lt;i&gt;wish&lt;/i&gt; I could make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-5712225508635458226?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/5712225508635458226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-cant-do-thing-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/5712225508635458226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/5712225508635458226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-cant-do-thing-about-it.html' title='When you can`t do a thing about it.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-1526160962762976063</id><published>2009-11-29T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:46:39.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute bum.</title><content type='html'>I just had the &lt;b&gt;weirdest&lt;/b&gt; conversation with my friend. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; weird. Okay, so he asked why I was going away days before exams. My uncle &lt;i&gt;died&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;i&gt;H.K&lt;/i&gt;, blahblahblah. He gave me a &lt;i&gt;big&lt;/i&gt; lecture on how much it`s going to effect me. Hell, &lt;i&gt;nevermind this&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Cut to the chase;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I`m living with a friend, I have the option of going to any 3 of my &lt;b&gt;abusive&lt;/b&gt; homes, but I refuse to live in that sort of environment, &lt;b&gt;obv&lt;/b&gt;. I just can`t balance that &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; school at the same time...&lt;/i&gt; He tells me "&lt;i&gt;you`re cute,&lt;/i&gt;"--... oh wait. I`ll just quote him exactly (&lt;i&gt;not so much exactly, I have corrected his grammar. LOL&lt;/i&gt;): "&lt;i&gt;You`re one of those people that wander between people`s houses. You`re cute, but damn. Do. Not. Want.&lt;/i&gt;" Basically,&lt;i&gt; instead of being nice about it&lt;/i&gt;, he`s calling me a cute homeless bum. If you`re reading this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks&lt;/i&gt; man, &lt;i&gt;thanks&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-1526160962762976063?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/1526160962762976063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute-bum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/1526160962762976063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/1526160962762976063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute-bum.html' title='Cute bum.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-4249599684277131009</id><published>2009-11-23T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:50:17.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PWNT.</title><content type='html'>Oinker, the guy I wrote about a few posts back, is finally apologizing. Dear sweet baby jesus: this is a miracle. He`s also encountered me again, which he told me I had a nice ass and something about tight asian vagina? lol.. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I noticed his car on display in a Wendy`s restaurant parking lot. I rubbed my hands together, pondering on what I should do. I noticed he had &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A LOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of friends sitting around him, I smirked and made my way into the Wendy`s. As I approached the tables, I caught &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; attention.. &lt;i&gt;along with his peers&lt;/i&gt;. I thought for a second, &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; spitting everything I had to say out, I wasn`t in the mood for interruptions. I told them all about the "&lt;i&gt;If you make-out with me, maybe I`ll leave you alone&lt;/i&gt;" and the "&lt;i&gt;nice ass&lt;/i&gt;" and "&lt;i&gt;tight asian vagina&lt;/i&gt;". I know, it isn`t much but his face turned a &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; opaque shade of ripe tomato. HAHA. &lt;i&gt;Priceless&lt;/i&gt;. His guy friends applauded and gave him highfives and such. Whatever though. This guy was E-M-B-A-R-R-A-S-S-E-D. I bought a Vanilla Frosty and left. When I got home, my friend said she got a text message from the guy, to me, saying that he`s sorry and shit. I texted back in my usual text-y domineering tone, "&lt;i&gt;You better watch what you say. The farther you go, the more I can embarrass you.&lt;/i&gt;" His reply, "&lt;i&gt;Oh, I will. &lt;b&gt;Sorry&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and this is so sad. My climax of the day. T_T;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-4249599684277131009?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/4249599684277131009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/pwnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/4249599684277131009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/4249599684277131009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/pwnt.html' title='PWNT.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-4843124731413274895</id><published>2009-11-20T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:37:35.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets piss me off.</title><content type='html'>Secrets! I fucking hate secrets. Especially this big ass secret that I`m staring down at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DR. PEPPER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No fucken joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"23 secret flavours!" 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what`s in it. Tastes somewhat like cherry root-beer. &lt;br /&gt;I don`t know.&lt;br /&gt;It scares me knowing that I`ll die not knowing the 23 flavours of Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-4843124731413274895?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/4843124731413274895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/secrets-piss-me-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/4843124731413274895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/4843124731413274895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/secrets-piss-me-off.html' title='Secrets piss me off.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-9148740259727721372</id><published>2009-11-20T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:29:13.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucken disgusting pig. I hate men!</title><content type='html'>Okay so, I met this guy at lunch. He`s the whitest white kid in whiteland, and before you start yelling at me for insulting his whiteness, pleasepleaseplease read my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I met this guy at lunch. He`s kinda chubby, blonde, bleach highlighted hair with a slight inwards flare, creepy polite blue eyes and he looks like he shops at fucking.. WalMart. We talked, he was really polite and then asked for my number. I said "no, I don`t give out my number" and asked him for his. I don`t have a cellphone right now and I borrowed my friend`s cell to text. Yeah okay, polite guy, yadayadayada.. and then after a few days, he adds dirty comments to everything I say. Me: "It`s freezing!" him: "I can make ya hot. ;)" me: "..." okay.. one joke. har. funny. Not really. Pretty creeped out already. I started to ignore him. He told me "If you make-out with me, maybe I`ll stop bothering you." I told him "I`d rather lick the rotting corpse of a frog." He replied with&amp;nbsp; "How about me instead?" ugh. I showed my friend what this guy has been saying to me on HER cellphone. Disgusting. She took her phone back, he kept texting and she just ignored them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never see this guy again. Even the way he walks disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;If you`re reading this, pig, FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I`m angry. Men suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-9148740259727721372?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/9148740259727721372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/fucken-disgusting-pig-i-hate-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/9148740259727721372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/9148740259727721372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/fucken-disgusting-pig-i-hate-men.html' title='Fucken disgusting pig. I hate men!'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-7161004538351710550</id><published>2009-11-04T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:37:35.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vaginal cavity</title><content type='html'>The inside of a vagina feels like a tongue cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolololol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-7161004538351710550?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/7161004538351710550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/vaginal-cavity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/7161004538351710550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/7161004538351710550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/vaginal-cavity.html' title='vaginal cavity'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-26399829639614640</id><published>2009-11-04T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:29:18.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was invited to like, 4 different parties. One was with some guy and all his like.. guy friends. I obviously declined. Another one was this girl... She`s hella weird, turned her down. Another one was just a younger friend of mine, she`s still in Highschool, told her I had plans. :p.. And finally, one of my close friend`s was throwing a party, I went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So we decided to like, trick-or-treat for a little while to just.. get some candy LOL. Every house we went to seemed to hate us. u_u They just threw candy at us and shut their doors. I wonder why. There`s little dinosaurs, cows and princesses walking door to door and soon enough there`s these random ridic-looking adults asking for candy. No, we weren`t drinking then. But anyway, we didn`t get much candy and we got lazy. We went back to the house, walked in and there were about 30 people already making themselves at home. Okay. As the night progressed (&lt;em&gt;my stomach is killing just thinking about it&lt;/em&gt;) more and more people came. Who friken knows how many people were there by 1AM.. I had a shot or two of Tequila. "&lt;em&gt;A shot of&amp;nbsp;Tequila gets em real hot, I blow the dozier and ride the&amp;nbsp;Hot Rod. Squirt like the wipers on my hot car, Mamma say, mamma saw, mamaco saw~"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was STILL sick, and I`m also sick atm. Bam.&amp;nbsp;Three shots, Whisky &amp;amp; Milk, a Blood Caesar, and 2 glasses of Cola &amp;amp; Rum. I drank people pretty,&amp;nbsp;few puffs&amp;nbsp;of dope, went to talk to&amp;nbsp;the outdoors,&amp;nbsp;Tootsie Roll`d on&amp;nbsp;a table, announced how unnatural the&amp;nbsp;couch felt, ate hella pizza,&amp;nbsp;threw up on the stairs,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;fell asleep inbetween some guy and some chick, I kneed them both off the bed a few minutes prior to waking up the next day, and then finally, I puked in the bathroom and left at 2:00PM. I went back to my friend`s house (&lt;em&gt;the one which I am staying with atm&lt;/em&gt;) and her mom was like "Oh! Cristine! Hi! You smell like skunk and oil paints" Lmao.. sigh. Threw up a few mins later. Slept it off. Woke up feeling like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, this was interesting for me. I need to stop drinking. This was somewhat relaxing, in it`s own little way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WAS YOUR HALLOWEEN?! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-26399829639614640?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/26399829639614640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/26399829639614640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/26399829639614640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-5199732812676207935</id><published>2009-11-04T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:01:15.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shy, shy, shy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;That party last night was awfully crazy, I wish we taped it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drink my beer, and smoke my weed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But my good friends is all I need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pass out at 3, wake up at 10.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go out to eat, then do it again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Not really. This describes Halloween. e_o..&lt;br /&gt;I`ll write about Halloween next post. Sigh. A big, big story. ._.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got invited to my friend`s belated birthday party, just as good.&lt;br /&gt;I met her while watching hot men play basketball in the rec centre. Mmm..&amp;nbsp; LOL... ._. Anyway, she`s a such a sweetheart! She`s Cantonese, energetic and my inspiration to study. Yet, I end up getting lazy anyway.&amp;nbsp; She`s reallllly nice overall. Dunno, she`s really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the friends I met here are Cantonese. ._.;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh anyway, I`m so shy, I don`t know if I should go. I don`t know anyone going there. ._.;; Sigh. -wimp- I`m so shy. She says I`m really pretty so I should be fine. ;-; w/e though, I`m still VERY shy. I think it`s because I don`t know her THAT well.. so.. I`m kinda.. really.. shy. Plus it`s probably all Cantonese people. I don`t know, I should feel more at-home, no? I think I`ll probably go, I don`t want to be rude. Brrr. My shyness is making this room feel below 0. Dang, I`m so lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. I just found out she likes Khalil Fong &amp;amp; smiley faces. We`re like.. meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;She`s hopelessly in love! It`s so cute. I don`t want to be nosy and ask her though.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh~ Feels amazing when you have inlove people around you, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we`ll be alright, cause we know we will be in love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just&amp;nbsp;won`t you&amp;nbsp;let us, have the&amp;nbsp;time of&amp;nbsp;our lives?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It`s time for you and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God knows that&amp;nbsp;we are deep in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and take a walk with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I`m in love with yoooou~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I`m in love~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being in a cute, happy relationship. An innocent, cute, happy relationship. The kind where he would take me to the zoo and we`d talk all day, be too afraid to admit our feelings, and make cute faces at eachother.&amp;nbsp; Sigh. I`m daydreaming. ^^ Where are all the good men at? &lt;strong&gt;Bleh&lt;/strong&gt;. Note to self:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;GET REAL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-5199732812676207935?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/5199732812676207935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/shy-shy-shy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/5199732812676207935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/5199732812676207935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/11/shy-shy-shy.html' title='Shy, shy, shy.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-5470759167811441620</id><published>2009-10-31T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:20:11.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick on Halloween</title><content type='html'>Wtf. I wanna go out tonight! &gt;_&lt; I feel like I`m experiencing morning sickness.. Anyway, I woke up this morning and my friends brother was kneeling.. Watching me. I was kinda creeped out, I said "Good morning.." he got up, grabbed a calculator on the desk and said "..H-hi. Getting calculator!" and ran out. Okay, maybe I`m being really annoying enough, overstaying my welcome here, but I`m really ill and 2 days I started getting a FEVER of 38.9 celcius. As if I wasn`t sick enough. That`s like.. 102 fahrenheit, no? Hmph. No right to rudely watch me sleep. u_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;My baby`s so damn sexy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My baby put the fever on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My baby knows just what to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me boilin past a hundred and two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give me a fever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooooh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyonce - Fever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. I wonder what I have. u_u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-5470759167811441620?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/5470759167811441620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-on-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/5470759167811441620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/5470759167811441620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-on-halloween.html' title='Sick on Halloween'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-843660907533526108</id><published>2009-10-30T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:42:32.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SEE YOU.</title><content type='html'>CHERYL, CHERYLLLLLL. WTF I SEE YOU ON MUCH MUSIC SITTING ON THE CUBE BEHIND DEVON. u_u.. and trevor boris looks short. hahaha. awww. I need a gay guy. u_u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-843660907533526108?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/843660907533526108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-see-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/843660907533526108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/843660907533526108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-see-you.html' title='I SEE YOU.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-8065512354299525957</id><published>2009-10-30T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:06:13.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-confetti-</title><content type='html'>Woooooooooooooo. just booked my campus tour at Ryerson, I`d love to continue my fashion studies at Ryerson. :3 Ahh, idk. whyamisoexcited. okay, idk. the feeling is starting to die now.. not. ZZZZZZZ T_T -does a backflip- eee. -jumps up and down- Okay, well, Ryerson looks prettttttttttttttty, maybe that`s why I`m excited? ._. YO IDK. uwa~ Seneca is so ugly. Red. OH! Maybe that`s why there`s so many bloods at seneca? kidding, who knows why. There`s a lot of bloods at seneca though.. also lesbians. Sometimes I get really interested watching lesbians get physical on campus. -gulp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I sound like a creeper. u_u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-8065512354299525957?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/8065512354299525957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/confetti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/8065512354299525957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/8065512354299525957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/confetti.html' title='-confetti-'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-248260231114308453</id><published>2009-10-30T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:12:06.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sick</title><content type='html'>This fever is bothers me, I`ll probably go out for halloween anyway. : s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Okay so, only a few people noticed but.. I got botox injected into my nosebridge around April,  it faded, injected again early september and now I`m having occasional headaches, the pain seems like it`s coming from my nose.. but I don`t know.. Maybe I`ll check the side effects once it wears away... I want to get a permanent nosejob, maybe even a boobjob or eyelid surgery. WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Vanity insanity. &gt;_&lt; GAH IDK. I`ll just.. u_u.. my nose.. idk.. T_T Sigh. Opinions please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-248260231114308453?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/248260231114308453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/248260231114308453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/248260231114308453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-sick.html' title='Still sick'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-1818519508232687056</id><published>2009-10-30T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:00:32.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up is hard to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Breaking up is hard to do~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Remember when you held me tight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you kissed me all through the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of all that we've been through!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breaking up is hard to do~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     K so, my friend`s girlfriend dumped him because he got drunk with his COUSIN. Crazy, huh? It`s not like they did anything, they just drank and made drunk conversation.. as cousins. Yes, a female cousin, so what? &lt;em&gt;Zzzzzzzzz&lt;/em&gt;. Four year relationship &lt;em&gt;guzzled down&lt;/em&gt;. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Nah.. I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; feel really bad because he`s such a sweet guy. He`s too nice, that`s why I`m not going after him lollll. Just kidding. But really, this guy has &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; discipline, even when drinking. He &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; gets mad, &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; curses (&lt;em&gt;not to mention, he never refers to a female as "bitch"&lt;/em&gt;) and he is just overall a nice, classy, easy-going guy. His girlfriend is pretty laid back too, &lt;em&gt;or so I thought&lt;/em&gt;.. I mean, &lt;em&gt;c`mon&lt;/em&gt;.. This guy just had a few drinks to relax, with his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COUSIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Agh. lol... This is none of my business,&lt;em&gt; I know&lt;/em&gt;. It just bothers me. Maybe I don`t know the entire situation. What I know is crazy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-1818519508232687056?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/1818519508232687056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/1818519508232687056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/1818519508232687056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Breaking up is hard to do~'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200340319571088739.post-889902589859624238</id><published>2009-10-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:39:59.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK.</title><content type='html'>At my friend`s house, whaaaaaaaat. So yeah, hm. I`m sick..&lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt;..recovering...&lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt;... ._. I was talking to my aunt about it, and she insists that I`m tired bc of midterms (&lt;em&gt;which sucked bc i didn`t really study, i was so distracted.. ha.. haha.. annddd i didnt really try..&lt;/em&gt;). I had 2 days off to rest. SO, &lt;strong&gt;BULL&lt;/strong&gt;. I stay up a lot i`m just.. sick as a dog. u_u.. &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; i should be doing some reports and such right now _ _;;. I have a big pile of papers beside me, I`m too sick to think. :c Blehh w/e.. I thought this would bore me and make me wanna do my assignments, but noo. Still don`t want tooo. more exams for the 2nd week of december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo, I hate English bc i`m terrible with words, I usually don`t GET hidden meanings in books and such..er.. scratch that.. I don`t try, i hate writing, my grammar sucks, my spelling sucks. THIS is why I`m at a community college.. LOLLLLLLLL I`m paying to fail. u_u God damn.. T_T At least I`m not one of those people who are like "YESSS I GOT INTO A C.C. LOOK AT ME. WOOHOO, I GOT ACCEPTED." ofc you got accepted, your money &gt; your brains. : p Ah well, at least it`s positive attitude. ._.;; Annnnnnnnyyywaaaaaaay, must go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200340319571088739-889902589859624238?l=blogdecristine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/feeds/889902589859624238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/889902589859624238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6200340319571088739/posts/default/889902589859624238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdecristine.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick.html' title='SICK.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760500713368183656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
