<?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-10844034</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:45:41.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Evenings</title><subtitle type='html'>~Darkness Entices the Mind~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-7695304664953919530</id><published>2011-06-11T13:03:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T02:22:55.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>We pray for blessings, we pray for peace,&lt;br /&gt;Comfort for family, protection while we sleep.&lt;br /&gt;We pray for healing, for prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while You hear each spoken need,&lt;br /&gt;Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops?&lt;br /&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears?&lt;br /&gt;What if a thousand sleepless nights, &lt;br /&gt;Are what it takes to know You're near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if trials of this life, &lt;br /&gt;Are Your mercies in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear.&lt;br /&gt;We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near.&lt;br /&gt;We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love.&lt;br /&gt;As if every promise from Your Word is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the while, You hear each desperate plea,&lt;br /&gt;And long that we'd have faith to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops?&lt;br /&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears?&lt;br /&gt;And what if a thousand sleepless nights, &lt;br /&gt;Are what it takes to know You're near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if trials of this life,&lt;br /&gt;Are Your mercies in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When friends betray us, &lt;br /&gt;When darkness seems to win, we know, &lt;br /&gt;That pain reminds this heart,&lt;br /&gt;That this is not, this is not our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops?&lt;br /&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears?&lt;br /&gt;And what if a thousand sleepless nights &lt;br /&gt;Are what it takes to know You're near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my greatest disappointments,&lt;br /&gt;Or the aching of this life,&lt;br /&gt;Is the revealing of a greater thirst,&lt;br /&gt;This world can't satisfy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if trials of this life,&lt;br /&gt;The rain, the storms, the hardest nights,&lt;br /&gt;Are Your mercies in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laura Story ~ "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CSVqHcdhXQ"&gt;Blessings&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;of My Grandfather&lt;br /&gt;February 17, 1920 - June 9, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-7695304664953919530?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/7695304664953919530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=7695304664953919530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7695304664953919530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7695304664953919530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2011/06/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-5108140636963244996</id><published>2010-09-27T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:55:54.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved</title><content type='html'>Dearest blog page, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not having written to you in such a long time but I have had such a hectic season. Will write soon. Love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Iris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-5108140636963244996?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/5108140636963244996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=5108140636963244996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/5108140636963244996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/5108140636963244996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2011/04/beloved.html' title='Beloved'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-6072110540644949178</id><published>2010-01-19T05:01:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T05:20:28.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Hair</title><content type='html'>Today in Finance class there was a guy sitting at the table in front of me. He had one white hair standing up perpendicular to the side of his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pull it out. &lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me a bad person? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-6072110540644949178?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/6072110540644949178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=6072110540644949178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6072110540644949178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6072110540644949178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2010/01/white-hair.html' title='The White Hair'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-5973358173934535045</id><published>2009-12-12T04:15:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T04:18:33.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving</title><content type='html'>It is now 4:15 am in the morning and I just developed a sudden intense craving for a  slurpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-5973358173934535045?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/5973358173934535045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=5973358173934535045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/5973358173934535045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/5973358173934535045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2009/12/craving.html' title='Craving'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-2110198300750651311</id><published>2009-12-05T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:09:15.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barley Tea</title><content type='html'>Oh Barley Tea, how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here drinking you as I look for a new graphics card for my computer. &lt;br /&gt;You are delicious hot or cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Barley Tea, how I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-2110198300750651311?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/2110198300750651311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=2110198300750651311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/2110198300750651311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/2110198300750651311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2009/12/barley-tea.html' title='Barley Tea'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-5509608413711684386</id><published>2009-11-26T04:05:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:24:20.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutted</title><content type='html'>You know what I just realised? It's a trivial matter but, on my little cousin's spelling homework that I helped him with today, one of his answers was wrong. He was doing rules for the endings '-ed' and '-ing'. One of the rules was that if it ended in a vowel then consonant, you were supposed to double the consonant (like ship&gt;shipping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't even hit me till now, 12 hours later (yes I'm that slow) that even though the word 'Shout' followed that ending pattern, it wasn't supposed to have a doubled consonant. D: I was paying too much attention to the rule and it didn't even hit me that the word was 'shout'. I mean I saw it was 'shout' but it didn't hit me that it was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; 'SHOUT', you know (you get it right? Right?). What the heck was I thinking. Apparently I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dag nab it. I'm never going to hear the end of it from him. *sigh* I thought it looked a bit weird. I seems I need to go back to grade 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auggghh, that's going to bug me for the rest of the night. I'm going to have to call him in the morning to tell him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-5509608413711684386?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/5509608413711684386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=5509608413711684386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/5509608413711684386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/5509608413711684386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2009/11/shoutted.html' title='Shoutted'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-2853488338308574758</id><published>2009-11-26T02:24:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T03:37:34.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Xanga</title><content type='html'>Yes as you can see, 4 years and 5 posts after I signed up for a blog on Xanga, I have decided to get rid of it. Windows Live too (2 posts). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? well it's elementary my dear...you. I'm just lazy. I'll admit it, I just didn't have as much to say as I thought I did (Yes, even &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;, run out of words occasionally.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just decided to do my part for the poor example of organization that is called the internet. I figured that I would start minimizing on the amount of real estate that I take up on the great wide web. Imagine all those dead, abandoned pages taking up unneeded server space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, ever wonder if the internet can run out of room? Who defragments the web? I guess people are always adding servers to everything so running out of internet is probably not an issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you had not noticed before, I have quite a few (see 6) blogs. So I'm offing a couple and sadly (not really) Xanga and Windows Live had to go. I mean, other than the initial posts to the Xanga and Windows Live, I haven't really touched them at all. They've been slowly wasting away into oblivion with no one to give them any loving care, play with it (change layout), and feed it (posts). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that my blogger blogs were any better, but I just have more stuff on blogger. If these blogs were alive, they'd have probably died from starvation already and I'd be locked up for abuse and negligence of blogs (that would suck). Ah, poor poor, blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved most of the posts to this blog 'Midnight Evenings' so you'll be able to go back and read my awesome witty soliloquies. I couldn't transfer the (one solitary) comment that two sites garnered (in the last 4 years) to this site though. Dang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Anyways, say goodbye to those two blog links in the 'blog' section. It's been an uneventful 4 years for those two. I'll put you guys out of your misery now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-2853488338308574758?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/2853488338308574758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=2853488338308574758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/2853488338308574758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/2853488338308574758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-xanga.html' title='Bye Bye Xanga'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-6725016380892845109</id><published>2009-08-31T15:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:32:52.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I've finally gotten around to changing the look of my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling said that my blog was boring. I personally thought it was nice and simple, you know? What's wrong with simple? It's harder to break. I mean, look at a the wheel. There's not many ways you can break it, but go adding an axle, a transmission, engine and all that jazz and you get a contraption that guzzles fuel, needs yearly checks, oil changes, insurance and the random boost from some other guy's gas guzzling contraption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much trouble if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-6725016380892845109?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/6725016380892845109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=6725016380892845109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6725016380892845109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6725016380892845109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-1650311369851698879</id><published>2009-04-10T04:22:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T18:28:32.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking for More Than My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on blogger in a looong time. Since you've last heard from me, I've finished up all my pre-requisites for my new program so I'm going to by trying for full time again next semester. Wish me luck. But before all of that I've got myself involved with some fund-raising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's for the BC Cancer Foundation. I'm going to be biking for 2 days from Vancouver to Seattle for Cancer and I need to raise at least $2,500. Think you can help me? Any donation over 10 bucks gets you a tax receipt. So you're supporting a worthy cause AND getting a break from the government....well, Canadian government anyways. Not sure about the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any American takers, funds received will be sent to an American Cancer Research firm. Though I'm not quite sure which one that is. Your guess is as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.conquercancer.ca/goto/Iris" style="color: #99ff99; font-family: arial;"&gt;participant page&lt;/a&gt; to help me with my goal or print out a donation form to mail in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My participant ID is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc99; font-weight: bold;"&gt;231851-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. (Please remember it when you're filling out that donation form. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find more info on the whole event from &lt;a href="http://www.conquercancer.ca/" style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;www.conquercancer.ca&lt;/a&gt; and while you are at it, why not join the ride? If you're from Seattle, you are free to join us over here in BC. The more the merrier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could be as out of shape as me (I'm kind of oblong), so none of you guys have anything to worry about. No sweat right?  I'm just beginning everything so I'll have to figure out a way to fundraise and train. Have to get all my gear organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out to the cheer points along the bike route and cheer for us if you can, we'd all love the support. Though right now we're not sure where the cheer points will be. It'll be announce when the route is finalized. (They're trying to look for a flatter course which is excellent. The ones on my grade 12 bike trip almost killed me. D: Dang hills. ) Anyways, join the crew if you want to help out but don't feel like biking. We're always looking for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring friends, it's going to be a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-1650311369851698879?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/1650311369851698879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=1650311369851698879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/1650311369851698879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/1650311369851698879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2009/04/biking-for-more-than-my-life.html' title='Biking for More Than My Life'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-265570161359242098</id><published>2009-01-13T03:37:00.017-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:18:30.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Down the Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Far from the Battle, far from war,&lt;br /&gt;We've got to look for an open door,&lt;br /&gt;All of us working, all of us searching for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dream of a time when we all are one,&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to hope under Earth's bright sun,&lt;br /&gt;So lets get together, things will be better if we try, hear our cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday the pain of war will be healed.&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll mean and speak what we feel.&lt;br /&gt;Let the wall come down, tumble to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;And love will live in peace all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets raise our voice so they all can hear.&lt;br /&gt;Over the wall, they will raise a cheer.&lt;br /&gt;All of us clinging, all of us singing the cry, we will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday the pain of war will be healed,&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll mean and speak what we feel.&lt;br /&gt;Let the wall come down, tumble to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;And love will live in peace all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the wall come down, tumble to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;And love will live in peace all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks  ~ "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10dDYI6pmxU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Berlin Wall that rose on August 13, 1961 finally came down after 25 years on November 9, 1989.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian Kashmir barrier that rose in 2004 and have yet to be removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Korean Wall that rose in 1953 has yet to be removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israeli Gaza Strip Barrier that rose in 1994 has yet to be removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israeli West Bank Barrier that rose in 2002 continues to expand and has yet to be removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not all walls are physical.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-265570161359242098?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/265570161359242098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=265570161359242098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/265570161359242098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/265570161359242098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2009/01/break-down-walls.html' title='Break Down the Walls'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-3282467141902647059</id><published>2008-06-07T22:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:43:34.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I am now done my program. Now all that's left if my convocation. Diploma in Technology baby! Graphic Communications Technology to be precise. Everything print! (in a nut shell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe it's over. I'm going to miss going to school with everyone. We have to get together often. Cohort 1! First ever graduates from British Columbia's Institute of Technology's GTEC program! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It makes me happy and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;appreciate the experience, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;treasure the memories. (As in, treasure how we don't have 10 courses for one semester anymore.( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, Banzai everyone! We're Alumni now! Keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ehehehe, I'm off to start something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-3282467141902647059?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/3282467141902647059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=3282467141902647059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/3282467141902647059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/3282467141902647059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-i-am-now-done-my-program.html' title='Convocation!'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-6394084225882859069</id><published>2008-01-18T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:19:45.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One Standing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Goodnight Sabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Leo, Ebony, and Cloey I say 'Hi'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-6394084225882859069?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/6394084225882859069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=6394084225882859069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6394084225882859069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6394084225882859069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-one-standing.html' title='Last One Standing'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-7162500226084133799</id><published>2007-12-16T22:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:50:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Done finals. I hate InDesign. Probably failed. Still have to get the kid's Christmas gifts. Don't know what to get. Toys are out of the question. They play with it once and never look at it again. Has to be either educational, useful, or engages them in some kind of craft or brain-work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh, brain...dead....can't think in whole sentences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That...does not....compute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Syntax Error]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-7162500226084133799?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/7162500226084133799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=7162500226084133799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7162500226084133799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7162500226084133799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/12/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-124390675885715902</id><published>2007-12-10T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T04:17:10.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Is overrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0/9 Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-124390675885715902?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/124390675885715902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=124390675885715902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/124390675885715902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/124390675885715902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleep.html' title='SLEEP'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-2351403975681757475</id><published>2007-12-01T23:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:51:14.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Concur</title><content type='html'>Click*&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/van/357525457.html"&gt;I Really Hate Transit&lt;/a&gt; *Click&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-2351403975681757475?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/2351403975681757475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=2351403975681757475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/2351403975681757475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/2351403975681757475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-concur.html' title='I Concur'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-6327120421317701778</id><published>2007-12-01T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:52:24.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Covers More Than Just the Earth</title><content type='html'>It is snowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, but every time it actually does happen to snow here in BC it makes me homesick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not funny? 2 Years and I am still homesick, but at least I still get my snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabby's has recently taken up residence in Leo's old house. I have to say it doesn't hurt as much I thought it would. I actually feel better knowing that at least Sabby is still here. It fills the pang of seeing Leo's empty house....but Sabby is so sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few months have not been the greatest. In the span of 2 months, we lost Ebony, Charmaine's monster of a dog, then I lose Leo and now all we can do is wait for Sabby (yet hoping for the best). Paste on the stress of 6 straight weeks of no weekend, 6 group projects with 5 different groups and the loom of 9 final exams all in one week, I feel just a bit frustrated and a little at my wits end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is ok I guess. I am still alive right? I can still be here to watch those munchkins grow up while I screw with their minds (for their own good of course). I can still be here to watch the sunrise. I can still watch the sunset and I can still admire the moon on a clear crisp night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In perspective even with everything, I have to admit that I have relented to something like acceptance, peaceful almost. I don't know how to explain it. It is almost like nostalgia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think often of Leo. I could be doing homework and all of a sudden I remember how he would stand really close to me when it rained really hard and I would absently rub his ears. It still makes me sad but at least now I do not constantly see him as I last saw him. When he haunted me. Has it really been only 8 years since we got him? And now he is already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really is short, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-6327120421317701778?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/6327120421317701778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=6327120421317701778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6327120421317701778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6327120421317701778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-covers-more-than-earth.html' title='Snow Covers More Than Just the Earth'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-9116248293781395810</id><published>2007-11-10T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T05:52:35.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;He was still warm when I held him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-9116248293781395810?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/9116248293781395810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=9116248293781395810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/9116248293781395810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/9116248293781395810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/11/leo.html' title='Leo'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-1188516743864935890</id><published>2007-10-26T23:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:21:12.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rest</title><content type='html'>DONE! What a hell week. I'm pretty sure I failed like 2 exams. D: Or at least came close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Now I want to make my costume....only....I can't because I don't have any material and the weekend I thought I'd be able to go and buy my stuff I have to go back to school because my $%^#(&amp;@ of a marketing teacher gave my class a group case study due to be presented on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frigging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how mad that makes me. A 'mini' assignment due on the day of the exam and now....9 exams later back to back, the case study is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to set something on fire again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-1188516743864935890?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/1188516743864935890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=1188516743864935890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/1188516743864935890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/1188516743864935890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/10/done-what-hell-week.html' title='No Rest'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-7113065960254796175</id><published>2007-10-26T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T05:48:07.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ONE MORE! X___X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-7113065960254796175?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/7113065960254796175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=7113065960254796175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7113065960254796175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7113065960254796175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-one.html' title='Last One'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-7326163588404872409</id><published>2007-10-22T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:21:25.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Term Hell</title><content type='html'>I am so stressed right now....you would not believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just beginning mid term week. Horrible in and of itself but coupled with 9...yes 9 mid terms back to back and an assignment due from one class and a group case study due the coming week, I want to burn something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-7326163588404872409?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/7326163588404872409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=7326163588404872409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7326163588404872409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7326163588404872409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/10/mid-term-hell.html' title='Mid Term Hell'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-495201263258110889</id><published>2007-08-05T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:22:35.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>Woo, I'm so full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Anniversary party for Apoh and Gunh Gunh and man was it a full house. I didn't realize that our family was so big (5 kids all under the age of 6, and 22 adults)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man those kids. Got me to play tag for 3 hours straight. Only picked me too. Why is that? I haven't played tag in years. 3 hours straight...10 years since I've played tag and 4 years since I've done anything remotely physical. You do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go die now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-495201263258110889?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/495201263258110889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=495201263258110889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/495201263258110889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/495201263258110889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/08/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-1935880652303664158</id><published>2007-07-05T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:23:11.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the Heart</title><content type='html'>You know what? I don't think I'm made for being away for long periods of time. I get too attached to a previous place and at odd times, I get really homesick. Like right now for example. I'm with my grandparents, and aunt with my other aunt, uncle and 2 cousins next door but yet, I feel....I don't know how to describe it. Lonely? No, not really lonely exactly. I feel like I'm missing something, but what could I be missing? Am I horrible to not be content with my family around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what brought this feeling about. I'm just sitting here minding my own business and reading a story that has nothing to do with loneliness or missing something but yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I think too much..if you get what I mean. I contemplate too many things. I could be sitting there and start thinking on how I hope the kids don't grow up to be vain, or how the heater ducts need to be cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that life is passing me by and I'm acutely noticing it? I think I need to figure out my point in life. I think the times I've felt happiest are the times I've volunteered. No pressure of having to please a boss, though that doesn't mean I don't have to give my 100%. I can see people happy and enjoying what I'm doing. I need to find something to put my heart and soul into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-1935880652303664158?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/1935880652303664158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=1935880652303664158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/1935880652303664158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/1935880652303664158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/07/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the Heart'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-2188528499608931082</id><published>2007-07-03T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:23:22.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>We went to watch that new Pixar movie "Ratatouille" on Sunday and I have to say it is one of my favorites so far. It's so funny and Remy is so cute! :D haha, his expressions are so outrageous it's funny. *sigh* I can't cook for the life of me. D: Oh Remy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be my little chef anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-2188528499608931082?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/2188528499608931082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=2188528499608931082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/2188528499608931082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/2188528499608931082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/07/ratatouille.html' title='Ratatouille'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-4191195171288298672</id><published>2007-06-24T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:23:31.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, it's pouring buckets right now! I love downpours! Hahaha, there's also thunder and lightning and the last one was so loud that it set off someone's car alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually kind of funny. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-4191195171288298672?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/4191195171288298672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=4191195171288298672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/4191195171288298672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/4191195171288298672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-4200222385277566790</id><published>2007-06-07T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:23:41.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooooooooood</title><content type='html'>Auughhh, I've been looking at recipes all night and I'm remind of how I used to like trying out new recipes. (and having my sister as a guinea pig...ohohoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make some of the stuff that I used to make, only I have no frigging clue where the hell my lousy recipe book is. Auggghhh. I'm pretty sure I brought it down with me to BC, but where it is....I have no idea. I can't find it in Edmonton either. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is really going....holy man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-4200222385277566790?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/4200222385277566790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=4200222385277566790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/4200222385277566790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/4200222385277566790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/06/fooooooooood.html' title='Fooooooooood'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-7778168055184899956</id><published>2007-05-04T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:24:11.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Turnabout</title><content type='html'>Holy, what a day! Today was my final exam but you know what? I was like an hour late. I swear I almost hyperventilated. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went on the same as it's always been. I jumped on the bus and got on the train at 22nd St. Ok, so Iris still holding bag? Check. Iris on train? Check. Train pulling into next station? Check. Train leaving the station in the correct way it should be going? No Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? I could have sworn I got on the right train. I didn't even really notice that the train was heading back to where it came from till it hit 22nd St again. When we stopped, I swear I thought I was going crazy. Did I somehow initially get on the wrong bus and wrong train? Knowing me, that's a good possibility. I remember sitting there and thinking, 'hmm, this station seems identical to other one. Hey look, it even has a guy that looks the same as the one at 22nd St handing out newspapers' (yes, I'm a little slow, lets see how you are when you have 9 exams back to back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the train leaves again from 22nd St. in the right direction again and we reached the next station. I paid attention this time. Leaving the station? Yup, in the wrong direction? Yup. Gawd. Hello 22nd St again. When I reached Edmond's Station (station after 22nd St.) again for the third time a row, I got off that train and ventured to the other side to go Eastbound. I knew that there was a station waaaay farther down the skytrain route that was close to school. I didn't really want to do that because it was a giant circle before we got back into Burnaby. I'd still be late if I went all the way over there....ahh what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything solved? Ha! No! When the train pulled into Columbia Station, officers came in and told us all that the train was heading back the same way it came, but the next train would be going the right way.....whhaaattt.....what the heck is happening here? Ok, I'll get off the train and wait for the next one then. Excellent, 15 minutes before the exam start, I am screwed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call Sarah then and asked her to tell our instructor that there's something funky going on with the trains and that I was going to be late. Hopefully they won't just give me a big fat zero. Apparently she was at Metrotown and asked me if I wanted a ride. Hmm, kind of hard since I'm at Columbia. I told her I'll try to get to Metrotown again and hunkered down to wait for the train...again. 1 minute later she calls me and tells me that there's something happening at Metrotown Station. There were police, ambulances and fire trucks. Everyone in the station and even the bus depot were being evacuated and people were running....whoa...I wonder what's up with that. She asked me where I was, and that she could come and pick me up. Too bad she didn't know where Columbia Station was but she did know Royal Oak so I agreed to meet her there. All I needed was to wait for the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later....still no train. Which is weird because the Skytrain usually comes in intervals of something like 3-5 minutes. This is really weird. There are so many people confused just like me. Lots of Transit Officers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, my phone's ringing, hey it's Sarah again. This time she tells me that they're closing Royal Oak station. People are getting kicked out and the officers were closing the gates. O__o Ok, really worried now. What the hell was happening. Hey here's the train! That's when I heard the announcement, three stations were being closed down, Patterson, the station after Metrotown, Metrotown Station and Royal Oak, the one right after Metrotown. Geeze Louise, that just threw a wrench in my plans. By this time I had something like 5 minutes left before the exam, so I told Sarah to not worry and head off to school. One of us might as well get there on time. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already on the train already, heading back to Metrotown, so I decided to head for Edmond's station. There were buses at Edmond's Station, right? I know there's one that leaves Metrotown that heads off to Edmond's so there must be one heading back to Metrotown. I could catch one of those. Of course, even in the larger than normal crowd, it never hit me that a billion other people were also in the same boat as me. Geeze I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy groceries, there were a lot of people once I got to the bus loop. Yeeeaaahhh, I'm not getting on a bus anytime soon. So I head back to the platforms. Excellent, the trains stopped running too apparently, or so the officer told this other lady. Damn it. How am I? Just peachy. Fuzz and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I head back to the bus loop and tried lining up at a line. I have no idea which goes where so I had to circle and check out each sign along with the multitude of thousands also looking for a bus. Tried lining up but yeeeaaahhh......every bus that came, left within 2 minutes because they were so full....and more were still coming. There was no line or order anywhere, watch me get trampled by the hoards heading for the bus. Good thing I don't get anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look at the time. I'm now 10 minutes late for my final. No, I'm not popping a blood vessel. What are you talking about? That blood's just my juice box. Ok now, I'll just head back to the train platform, maybe it's running again? Here's against hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! The trains ARE running again but damn it was taking an extra long time to get to the station. *sigh* I'm already half an hour late....what's another couple more minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I take the train all the way west. I'm not getting off this time. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amazingly, nothing else really went wrong after that. It still took me about half an hour to get to Brentwood station and then take a bus to school though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I tried. At least I arrived. Apparently I wasn't the only one late. I forgot Yegor took the bus too, only he was smarter and jumped off right away and caught the train straight to Brentwood. Grrr, I wish I did that. He tells me the trains are screwed up because someone either jumped or fell on the tracks. Dear Lord. That's bad news because not only are you on the track but unlike Edmonton, BC runs their electricity on the ground so if you step on it, you get fried by 600 volts. Lovely. Seems that Yegor experienced this once before already, only last time when the guy jumped into the tracks, he was one of the ones in the first car. Holy sumo mushrooms batman, if that happened to me, I think I would seriously have a phobia of trains after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm was so glad we have a small program. They understand that I'm never late and we're all fairly responsible. Because we know each other, we all have some leeway. If this were the university, I would have failed just on the principle that I wasn't there, regardless if it was fault or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up having to wait for the rest of the guys to finish before we could write our own test. No problem, it was the final, final exam after all. It's not like I have anything to do afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Boy, what a day. I got an intimate look at each of the stations and the transit system here. It only reiterates what I knew. The buses suck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should invest in a car....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-7778168055184899956?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/7778168055184899956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=7778168055184899956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7778168055184899956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7778168055184899956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/05/exam-turnabout.html' title='Exam Turnabout'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-74219150107307748</id><published>2007-04-23T23:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:25:31.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror</title><content type='html'>It makes me wonder. Do I really look so different on a regular basis that when I put on a 'nicer' shirt and let down my hair, everyone comments on how 'pretty' I look? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm slightly dressed up is because I had a interview with my work placement place today. Of course I wasn't going to go in a torn up sweater and jeans so I put on a black shirt and pants. I tied my hair half up, half down and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golly gee you guys. Totally ignoring the layers of sleepless-bags under my eyes... Peter didn't even recognize me till he stared at me for a second. Whaaaaaaat.... geeze you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same outfit that I wore to Easter fellowship too. I remember apoh mentioning that if I wanted to, I could look very nice. Whhhhaaaatttt. What does THAT mean?!?! Am I missing something here? *twitches* Are you saying I don't look good on a regular basis. I'll have you know I am ALWAYS gorgeous! *flutters eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I am not made for heels. Even the low half an inch ones. I wore those things for one day and holy toasted marshmallows batman, my feet hurt, and I have a blister from it too. By the end of the day I have a feeling that I was walking weird cause Sarah asked me if I was ok. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Get a nice COMFORTABLE pair of black slip on shoes. D: I almost died. Augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, on the bus yesterday the driver hit a bump really fast and I swear the bottom of the bus hit asphalt. It made this loud Sccccreeech and it bounced everyone in the back of the bus like a snow-globe. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renactment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang!*Screettt*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in back getting bounced off their seat at least 3 inches: "AHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it was interesting at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-74219150107307748?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/74219150107307748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=74219150107307748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/74219150107307748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/74219150107307748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-makes-me-wonder.html' title='Mirror'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-7347655440647590794</id><published>2007-03-26T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:25:39.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Confuzzled</title><content type='html'>Okay.... I think that last post confused me up even more. Now I have two things telling me it's the 25th, and this thing telling me it's the 26th...what should I believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm about to pop a blood vessel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-7347655440647590794?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/7347655440647590794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=7347655440647590794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7347655440647590794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7347655440647590794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-confuzzled.html' title='Still Confuzzled'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-7321745057574400933</id><published>2007-03-26T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:25:50.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGHHH! TIMEWARP!</title><content type='html'>Holy balogna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auuuuuggghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't remember what day it is today. Is it Monday? Is it Sunday? For some reason I feel like my cellphone and computer are lying to me, so I'm posting this to check on the day. Isn't that sad? I can't remember ever feeling this disoriented before. Do you think there's something in my water? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a normal day I wouldn't care what day it is, but on Monday's in Digital Printing class I have a test that we're supposed to fail. Yeah, those are the exact words of my new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry sir! We won't disappoint you! We're good at failing things in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't post this, seeing as I still have 6 other posts that are still in draft form waiting to go up. Try not to be too confused when mysterious posts appear before this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, post! Tell me what the date it is today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-7321745057574400933?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/7321745057574400933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=7321745057574400933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7321745057574400933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7321745057574400933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/03/aughhh-timewarp.html' title='AUGHHH! TIMEWARP!'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-4478864975065053419</id><published>2007-03-19T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:26:49.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break over</title><content type='html'>TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be herreeeeee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-4478864975065053419?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/4478864975065053419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=4478864975065053419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/4478864975065053419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/4478864975065053419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-break-over.html' title='Spring Break over'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-672522822554397865</id><published>2007-02-12T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:27:17.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>This is outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far in Digital we've had two classes. Call me critical but I think I have a right to complain when mid terms is next week and we've yet to learn something, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pass few weeks, we've either done nothing or they've been canceled. It's now the middle of the term and midterms are around the corner and what have we learned? Nothing except that our instructor prints on really nice calendered paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure she gave us readings, three 500 page user manuals for the printer, a couple other 52 paged PDF's, a PowerPoint or two and 5 chapters from the book, but what did she actually teach? What did she actually lecture on? Nothing. I'm not kidding here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, our instructor is a really nice lady. I have nothing against her. She's been teaching a similar subject for a while in a different setting but now that she has to de-brand the material she's teaching, she's not doing such a hot job on it. We're probably not giving her an easy time either though, always moaning and groaning. I'm sure she knows that we're not happy with what's happening and that's probably putting stress on her too but geeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I think, if I wanted to just read the book, I would have. I'd have just taken a correspondence course instead of having to leave my house 3 hours early just to get to school on time. At least with correspondence, I could just stay at home most of the time and be the pig that I am while I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week she had to cancel because her daughter was really sick. Now I understand that. I'm fine with that, but we only have this class once a week. In a regular school (see: non BCIT setting) a 4 hour class like this one is equivalent to a week of classes. The least she could do is reschedule the class or make it up. We didn't even have a midterm review or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've learned basically nothing. *Sigh* I'm a little frustrated right now. I'm going to fail this midterm and I'm going to get kicked out in my first year. This is BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give her points though. She has no teaching degree (I think) and she agreed to try and teach us on her free time after work. In the end, I truly appreciate it, even if I'm not too happy with how everything is going about. I'm not too sure about my classmates though. I know what's happening with us is probably going to kick her self esteem down. I hope it doesn't cause her too much grief but I know she's going to be affected in some way because seriously, who feels good when you're told you suck as a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually when you think about it, her teaching style probably works but not with us. We're used to a lecture or hands-on type teaching. Her style reminds me of the U of A where they just assign 200 paged chapters to read and called it a day. *Sigh* Ah well, we'll see how we do on the mid term. Whatever goes, goes I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention that I hate the U of A?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-672522822554397865?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/672522822554397865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=672522822554397865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/672522822554397865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/672522822554397865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2007/02/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-116599469844221520</id><published>2006-12-12T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:27:30.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway Mark</title><content type='html'>Yay! Exams! I'm halfway through! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Press Op. today. Now only three more to go and I'm finished this semester! All that remains now is Industry Operations, Image Manipulation, and File Construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that I am seriously going to fail Industry Op. Blegh, how am I supposed remember all the nitty gritty details of the plants? What Sir Wayne thinks is important sure doesn't sound important to me. Ah well, at least I know that I only need 5% on the final to pass the course, but who really wants to 'just pass' when you could do so much better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-116599469844221520?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/116599469844221520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=116599469844221520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116599469844221520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116599469844221520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/12/exams-halfway-through-finished-pross.html' title='Halfway Mark'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-116564462280520127</id><published>2006-12-08T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:27:54.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week and Close Calls</title><content type='html'>Well it's finals now. Somehow I feel stressed but at the same time I'm not. Does that sound odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have 8 exams waiting for me and I should be sweating and worrying about them. In a sense I kind of am. At times I think of them and I go "Holy crap! I have 8 exams" *runs around in panic* but at other times I have this feeling of acceptance, indifference if you will. I can't really explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news, today my bus driver hit a lady 2 blocks from the skytrain station. Why do I seem to always pick the eventful bus rides? The last time, some idiot tried to start a fight with a guy that called him on trying to sneak on the bus. *coughlosercough* What doofus tries to do a roundhouse kick in a BUS of all places. Stupid kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today's bus (well I guess it's yesterday's now) was packed. That was probably one of the reasons why it happened in the first place. The driver couldn't see the right side of the street (which she should not have let happen). For all other purposes though, the lady walking across the road should have looked all ways before crossing the street. It wasn't too bad though. The driver didn't full out hit the lady, just bumped her a bit. Regardless if it was a little bump or not, I'm sure getting hit by something like a bus is probably not a walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was fine from what I could see. She was still able to stand, there was no blood gushing anywhere. There is probably going to be a very big bruise and possibly a hairline fracture (which I hear hurts like hell *ouch*) but she was fine. After the first 5 minutes, most of the bus riders left back to the Skytrain for another bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the lady if she was alright and she answered positively. That was good, she could still answer questions. She was probably in shock though, I stayed there till the ambulance got there and began my trek back to the Skytrain station once I saw them pull up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the excitement, I ended up getting a ride from Mimi. She called me at the perfect time. It was almost like it was coordinated. :O Good thing too because now it's close to 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, what a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-116564462280520127?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/116564462280520127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=116564462280520127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116564462280520127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116564462280520127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/12/exams-sometimes-stressed-then-not-way.html' title='Hell Week and Close Calls'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-116465277617523672</id><published>2006-11-27T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:28:08.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY! X3</title><content type='html'>Yay! I have a snow day! My first one if you can believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not really true, we had a snow day once in Fort Mac but that wasn't because of snow. It was because it was just too damn cold. I didn't know and still went anyways, so it really doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'm so happy right now. It feels so weird! After living so long in Edmonton, I'm used to going to school in almost any weather. Even when the sky dumps a bucket load of snow onto the city we'd still have school. Of course we're used to obscene amounts of snow so we'd have snow plows ready for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a day off. Now I wonder what I should do. Maybe I'll finish those *ahem* presents that I'm making for my class. Yes, yes that sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I guess I'll do my homework later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention how I love snow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-116465277617523672?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/116465277617523672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=116465277617523672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116465277617523672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116465277617523672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/11/snow-day-x3.html' title='SNOW DAY! X3'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-116279846833998285</id><published>2006-11-05T23:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:28:23.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloth</title><content type='html'>Ahahaha *looks sheepish* Some new/old posts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got most of them edited for the time being. I still need to fine-tune some of the other ones though. So a few more still have to come up. A lot has happened since...June 20, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehe, um...did I ever mention I'm lazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-116279846833998285?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/116279846833998285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=116279846833998285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116279846833998285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116279846833998285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/11/sloth.html' title='Sloth'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-6146802380118321241</id><published>2006-10-22T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T03:12:45.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Number 6</title><content type='html'>Ahahahah *sheepish laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blog thing guys. I think this one will be just for photos. I'll possibly update something here and there but don't expect too much. It's mid-term week and right now I'm cursing the guy who invented accounting &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, meet my new friend. One of the best two bucks I ever spent. I swear I spent 3 hours taking pictures with him. Yeah, that's what I was doing instead of studying for the accounting mid-term on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sarah, Vivian and I took something like 5 hours to get 5 out of 31 Accounting questions done. That's so bad. I think I'm going to get viciously sick on Monday.... Right, so due to unforeseen circumstances I've decided to give up on Accounting for the moment. If only for the sake of my room. Every time I look at it...I get the almost overwhelming urge to burn anything related to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That can't be healthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: This post was moved from my Midnight Garden blog, that has since been put down due to the fact that I am lazy and have too many blogs. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-6146802380118321241?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/6146802380118321241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=6146802380118321241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6146802380118321241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/6146802380118321241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-number-6.html' title='Blog Number 6'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-116140285329472212</id><published>2006-10-20T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:28:42.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flexo, Fact or Fiction?</title><content type='html'>Today we had another one of our BCIT fieldtrips to a plant related to printing somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you guys that I was enrolled in the Graphic Communications program? Well I am. It's basically everything you could do with printing and today for our Industry Operations class we were supposed to head off to Langley to see the TAPP flexography plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few minor problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that on the way to Langley there was construction so traffic grounded to a halt and it took us something like an hour to reach Langley itself where we promptly got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear every city should look into numerical street names. It would be more economically friendly seeing as visitors would not pull out their hair as much trying to find an area and would probably be more inclined to visit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so we all basically carpooled and followed Sir Wayne to Langley and got lost in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This unrelated but I can't seem to call my teachers by their first name. Call me weird, but I feel disrespectful for some reason. I know they don't mind and some even just want you to call them by their first name but I can't. So I'll call my teacher Sir Wayne. I think it has a certain ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so our car followed Sir Wayne but the thing is, we all turned around and ended up in the wrong place. We ended up doing a U-turn but funny enough, we lost him when everyone in the car got distracted by a blown up ghost globe looking thing that had black and orange balls flying around in it. *sweatdrop* We get distracted so easy it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're on our own. We had a map, an address, Sir Wayne’s cell number, it shouldn't be too bad right? Nope. For the next two hours, we drove around Langley looking for this flexo plant that I'm starting to believe does not really exist. Not only that, we find out that the map Sir Wayne gave us was wrong, that his directions suck and Vivian needed go to the bathroom really badly. XP For the sake of the car we had to let her out. Have you ever noticed how hard it is to find a public restaurant when you really need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I swear in the course of half and hour, we passed 203 St. and 205 St. twenty some odd times. The reason being, it said it was off of 205 St. but we now know that is not true. It was nowhere close to 205 St, but It seems that Sir Wayne and another car managed to finally reach the plant. Well, at least we know it's real now. Sir Wayne told us to go west. Funny how we ended up in Surrey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were apparently supposed to go East. Gah. We left at 2 PM. The appointment for the tour was at 3 PM. The first car did not get there till 3:35 PM and right now, it is 4 PM and my car and I were still not there. You know what guys? I might be throwing this out on a limb a little, but I don't think we're going to make it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we are so not going to make it there. So what do we do? We end up bailing and stopped at Tim Horton's instead to grab a bite to eat before we headed back to Burnaby. On the way back we took detour when Steve said he wanted to show us the prostitutes. O_o Why would you know about the hookers in the area Steve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically he locked the doors and said he wanted to show us something, brought us to the area and told us how bad it was before they cleaned it up. How perverts would be sitting in the bushed under where the SkyTrain is now and how when they cleaned it up, they found a body there. *shiver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we finally made it back to school and spent a total of 3 hours in that stupid car. I mean…it's a lovely car Steve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt antsy after being stuck in there for so long. Dag nab it. I hope the Sarah took good notes on the tour for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-116140285329472212?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/116140285329472212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=116140285329472212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116140285329472212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116140285329472212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/10/flexo-fact-or-fiction.html' title='Flexo, Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-116096707040757631</id><published>2006-10-15T19:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:30:04.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Augh, Gross.</title><content type='html'>*Sigh* I am missing Cirque Du Soleil. Funny thing is that I was the one that was so hyped up about it that I got Corinna to get up with me when they started to sell the tickets so that we could get good seats...Dag nab it. I wanted to see it but I’m down here. I wanted to see the Phantom of the Opera. We had tickets for that too. Now I'm never going to be able to see them. No one's going to want to pay $85 for a show they've already seen. I feel kind of left out right but I guess it can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the guys stopped to think of me when they went to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am feeling sick. I had to go to a group meeting today for my Business Communication group presentation and the whole time I just felt like leaving. This morning I almost threw up waiting for the bus. I had to walk to Tim Horton’s in hopes that it would stop the nausea. I got a tea from them but I really wasn't able to drink it till I got to school (for fear of the bus hitting a bump and me inhaling the tea the wrong way). By then it was cold but at least the scent of the tea helped settle my stomach a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I felt like that. It was horrible. I didn't want to eat anything in case I would toss all back up again. I almost threw up again waiting for the bus but it wasn't as bad as this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just stress and lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't be good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-116096707040757631?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/116096707040757631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=116096707040757631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116096707040757631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116096707040757631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/10/augh-gross.html' title='Augh, Gross.'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-116046492289016814</id><published>2006-10-09T23:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:30:20.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day for giving thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank god that I was accepted into my new school. I'm thankful that I have wonderful family members here that are looking out for me. I thank god that we're all doing fine. I'm glad that everyone in my class is nice and friendly and that my teachers are equally so. I am grateful that I have a good computer, a hot meal everyday, and a roof over my head. I'm glad that I don't have to worry much about money and I'm happy that I have something of a idea of how Vancouver, Richmond and Burnaby are laid out so I don't get lost too bad. I like how I got to spend the evening with everyone that came to eat dinner. I love that I'm with Apoh and Guhn Guhn, Charmaine, Ethan, Sai Yee Yee and Uncle Steve. I like how Mimi, Jan, Illiana and Isabell are within bussing distance, but no matter how I try to look at it I can't help but find myself feeling like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mama, I miss baba, I miss yee yee, I miss Edmonton. I miss Ling being a lazy slob and not cleaning up after herself. I miss going to superstore with Corinna, Terence and Felix and going home with bags and bags of groceries and then having to go out next week and do the same thing again. I miss watching the sunset from my window and still being awake to watch it when it rises. I miss going to church with Sarah. I miss being able to type to Ling on msn when she asks what I’m cooking for dinner even though we really could just say it out loud because we’re actually just sitting right next to each other. I miss these and more and no matter how much I try reminding myself that I'm lucky to be here, getting the chance that I'm getting. I find that at times like this I'm always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-116046492289016814?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/116046492289016814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=116046492289016814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116046492289016814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116046492289016814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanksgiving_10.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-116002595175496078</id><published>2006-10-04T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:30:31.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Me</title><content type='html'>Someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as strong as I'd like to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Twitch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-116002595175496078?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/116002595175496078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=116002595175496078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116002595175496078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/116002595175496078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/10/shoot-me.html' title='Shoot Me'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-115804604985024546</id><published>2006-09-12T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:31:20.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>First days of school in BCIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem so bad yet. Other than the fact that I have to wake up three hours to get to school on time, the bus comes around every hour and the bus fares could make a millionaire poor...Okay maybe not a millionaire but it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; making &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how I have to depend on someone to give me a ride to the bus stop or anywhere for that matter. I feel like I'm inconveniencing them and I feel like I'm not capable of doing anything by myself. It's like I've gone 5 years back and now I'm a kid again that needs everything done for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how the place seems so cold. It has a different air to it than Edmonton (of course I could be a bit biased...) I get the notion that the people are friendly in Edmonton. Here, it's like they would sooner want to see you get hit by one of those stupid buses than say hi. Okay maybe not to that extent, but the bus fares are outrageous. Did I mention they suck? If I added all the fares together for a year, it's already paid for two of my classes at BCIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least my classmates are nice. There’s no one that I really want to beat with my binder yet. Though that may change. The teachers seem to really want us to pass. I kind of feel spoiled. Although their actions may be partly due to the fact that we're the first the group in program and they need to make a good impression. I have to say I like this school better than U of A and Grant MacEwan. The only thing is the workload. Holy manoly. This semester I have 8 courses, which isn't so bad because most of them overlap so there's not a lot you have to study if you know one course well enough. But the homework…Hoi...there's a lot. It worst considering that you only really have one session of a particular class a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like the long hours either. It wouldn't hurt to wish that the classes ended sometime before 4, instead of 8 or 9 pm. *Sigh* It's okay I guess. I just don't like how I have to wake up at 11 am to get to my 1:30 pm class and then get off at 9:30 pm only to get home at 10:15pm. Doesn't leave me much time to do anything. So weekends are defaulted homework days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my main peeve is the hours. I don’t know how I’m going to survive next semester. I’m nervous just thinking about it. There are 10 courses next term. 9 if you don’t include job placement. So many classes in a year. I think the teachers just want to kick us out as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115804604985024546?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115804604985024546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115804604985024546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115804604985024546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115804604985024546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/09/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-115537798893959602</id><published>2006-08-12T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:31:56.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FTW?</title><content type='html'>Holy carp. Am I looking at this right? For those that don't know, I applied for the new program that opened up at BCIT. Basically I entered because my aunt and other aunt and mother wanted me to. Said it was up my alley apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubted that I'd be able to make it in mainly because I was not a member of the BC populous and my marks are nothing stellular. Actually they are quite dismal. I considered the fact that I didn't like Vancouver, I hate the transport system, schools usually giver priority to provincial residents before other province residents, and they advertised it on the newspaper and TV. I expected a large flock of people trying to get in. What were the chances that I would? But ahh what the hey, I'll try it anyways, if only to stop my mom from saying "you never know if you'll get in unless you try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the regular responses from BCIT. "We got your application..", "Please send all transcripts..." It seems I didn't warrant enough attention to actually get my letters properly sealed. They scotch taped my envelopes. T_T The heck... The whole time I was like, just send me my rejection letter already! I really kind of didn't want to go to BC and was actually hoping to get a rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's something else in my future because a few days later when Ling and I were about to leave I went to check the mail and saw something from BCIT. Actually, it was kind of bigger than a usual letter but I didn't really see anything unusual with it until I peeled off the scotch tape...again. I thought...well....here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATUALTIONS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I actually had to do a double take. What the...I got in? Where they drunk when they agreed to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually stood there feeling mixed feelings. I was happy that I was accepted, cause it meant in some shape or form I was good enough. Happy that now I could tell ma that I made it in and not disappoint her anymore by my "I don't know what I want to do in the future" ways. Happy that I'd be making everyone else happy that I might be moving down to Vancouver since everyone's been trying to get me down there for some reason, happy that I might finally be able to give my family a reason to be proud of me... but at the same time I couldn't help but feel sad. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to go to BC. I didn't want to be doing this just because they wanted me to. I didn't want to leave Ling and Corinna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ling what she thought and she says it's up to me and that I only really enrolled for them anyways. That's true. I really didn't want to leave, but I can't help but think that there was an otherworldly reason that they were letting me into the program. Hopefully it isn't just to see me fail. Maybe there's something else out there waiting for me and this is the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go, but that means I'll have to pack whatever is vital and leave in two days to get ready for school. I don't want to leave. I don't have anything ready to move, for obvious reasons. I feel like I'm going to be leaving my world for something that's not mine, but I guess it's only for two years. It won't be that long right? Right. I'll finish this and be back better than ever...or at least with a diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading off to BCIT. I'll be back Edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't change too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115537798893959602?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115537798893959602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115537798893959602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115537798893959602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115537798893959602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/08/ftw.html' title='FTW?'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-115446376779214699</id><published>2006-08-01T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:33:02.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klondike Days</title><content type='html'>Klondike Day! Otherwise known as K-days or what they want to call it now…&lt;b&gt;.Captial X.&lt;/b&gt; *coughsoundsstupidcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm not really much for the rides and what-not but it's still fun to go see what’s up and about. I went with Ling and Corinna this year. It was Ling's first time at Klondike Days. *sniff* She's all grown up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you one thing. I didn't even make it to the rides before I spent over $100. I bought those ticket raffles like mad. I got 2 sets of the Dream Home tickets. Ba wanted me to get some for him so I did and I got another set just in case...(in case of what...I don't know). Then I got a ticket for the gold brick. This is where I ran out of all of my money and had to go back to the ATM to get more. The line for the ATM was outrageous and the line didn't seem to move. The people up front appeared to be confused at how to use the machine. Gar, it was so expensive too. It had a $2 service charge, but I guess that's where they get their profits. I spent another 20 bucks on the second set of Ba's tickets (actually I goofed and put my name instead of his on the first set, so these ones were really his. I remembered his name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I hope I'm not developing a gambling addiction... After this, I was basically penniless. : ( Wait...maybe not. I had three pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a long time there. Gawd, I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the whole time we were there we played games, then we walked around and played more games. I only really played the birthday game but I still lost at every round. &gt;:( Corinna and I watched this horse race gambling game for a good half and hour. I don't know what drew us to watch but it was mesmerizing. I would have tried if I didn't spend all my money on those raffle tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the trade show we met up with Ryan's parents. Ryan was apparently somewhere on the grounds but we had yet to meet up with him. I did get my prince though! Ohhoh, my frog prince alarm clock that is. It was at the trade show thing on the park grounds and because it was two dollars cheaper than the one I saw at Kingsway, I got it. :D Now my prince can watch over me as I sleep...okay, that's kind of creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally stopped to get something to eat at around 10. I got some Vietnamese at this place that was trying to close down. They wanted to get rid of everything so they packed a lot into the tiny bowl they gave me. All for $5...not bad :) The neighbouring Japanese place was also trying to close down and asked me if I wanted Japanese or spring rolls. Hahah man, I already had such a big bowl of Vietnamese noodles, does it look like I need more? I don't look like a pig do I?....okay don't answer that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling got these perogies. I thought it was funny and gross at the same time how greasy it was. When Ling finished, Corinna slid the little cup they used to hold sour cream around on the oil that was left on the plate. : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with some of Corinna's workmates later to watch the fireworks. It was pretty good. I think they were trying to draw shapes with the ligths....but I'm not too sure. I could have sworn I saw a rabbit in there somewhere. This is where we caught sight of Ryan. Of course it was Kind of hard to miss when he was in a bright yellow jacket. :/ We ended up going saying hi and left him to his posse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After night fell I started to want to go on some rides. I think it may be because of the nice shiny lights. The only thing was that the tickets were so expensive. It's like they were trying to put you in debt in one fell swoop. Ling and I wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel but ended up not going. I don't think Corinna's workmates wanted to go. I'd feel like I was inconveniencing them or something if I just went anyways. *sigh* It's okay. There's always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Ryan again later at the games. Though at this time I really had no money left. It was very sad. Now all we did was follow people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left K-days shortly after. Ling was tired but the others wanted to eat. I kind of wanted to go but like Ling, I was kind of tired. We went with the others to Garden Bakery anyways. Maybe I should have just gone home with Ling but I got a drink out of the process. Not that that makes much of a difference. We ended up getting a ride from Corinna's workmate's friend so we didn’t have to walk.&lt;br /&gt;So tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got home... I passed out on floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115446376779214699?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115446376779214699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115446376779214699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115446376779214699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115446376779214699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/08/klondike-days.html' title='Klondike Days'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-115365237514339775</id><published>2006-07-23T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:33:21.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste edmonton</title><content type='html'>Mmmm Edmonton, why are you so delicious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so smouldering hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to melt me until I'm nothing but one big puddle of Iris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really like that, but it was really hot. Today was the taste of Edmonton. A time that happens every year where you go to City Centre and buy tickets so that you can get a little something from various ethnic restaurants around Edmonton. Now all located in one convenient location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Ling to taste Edmonton....okay that sounds wrong. I went with Ling to buy tickets to taste Edmonton...er...I went with Ling to buy tickets to taste food being served in Edmonton. There we go. I have to say I spent a good over 80 bucks there and it was well worth it. (No it was not all on food.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hand at the groceries for like raffle. The one where if you win you get 20 years of $500 a month for groceries. Man, with the amount of food my sister and I go through, $500 a month would be very nice. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling and I stayed there for a while, but it was so very hot. I wanted a snow-cone, but they didn't have any. :( I saw some people walking around with them but apparently the vendor was one of those walking vendors. I swear he knew I was coming so he decided to hide. Jerk. Did I mention it was very hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's really not much to do other than eat at the Taste of Edmonton so Ling and I went to Save-On. It was quite interesting. We saw some guys getting cuffed outside. I wonder what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ling and I finally got some much-needed food. We've been meaning to go out for a while now to restock the fridge but we never got around to it....Okay, we were just lazy but we eventually got the goods anyways. We wanted to get more but once again we were lazy and just didn’t want to carry them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we gave a homeless guy our four leftover tickets from the Taste of Edmonton. We figured that, since we're not going to be doing anything with the tickets we might as well give them to him. At least this way we know he would only to be able to use them for food and not for drugs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, was my day. Oh and I think I’ve developed an addiction to rice pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really want more rice pudding. Mmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115365237514339775?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115365237514339775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115365237514339775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115365237514339775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115365237514339775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/07/taste-edmonton.html' title='Taste edmonton'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-115164000803119859</id><published>2006-06-29T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:33:39.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bald Cathy</title><content type='html'>ARRRGGGHHHHH! Remind me to strangle, maim, torture and shave off all of Cathy's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never going to pick up another security deposit cheque for her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115164000803119859?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115164000803119859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115164000803119859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115164000803119859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115164000803119859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/06/bald-cathy.html' title='Bald Cathy'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-115080369098059245</id><published>2006-06-20T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:34:29.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House, Full Week</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my little 4 year old cousin is getting on a plane for the first time in his life, coming to Edmonton for the first time and he and his mother are both going to be seeing my run-down, all yellow condo for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's staying for a week and I have next to nothing here to entertain him. I don't have a lot of toys and all of the ones I have are basically dolls. Should I be worried? Aiyee..I don't think my place is entirely kid friendly either. Better watch him like a hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a full house here this week it seems. On top of my aunt and the little monkey coming to stay, my mom is still here, my eldest aunt is here, and my dad just arrived yesterday. Ooh boy. Oh yeah, Ling is here too... I don't think my place is made to accommodate this many people. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bring the kid to the Telus World of Science to see the bodywork exhibit or something. That'd be cool. I'm excited! (He's just an excuse to go) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want go to the Muttart Conservatory to see the plants. Maybe go to Fort Edmonton and the Valley Zoo, not just the regular trip to Galaxy Land and Mini Golf. I wanted to go to the Royal Alberta Museum to show him the cool rocks (oo shiny), the dinosaur and nature exhibits also, but ma says he won't like it cause it's boring....I found it interesting...T_T I could have shown him the spiders, fish and stuff but now I guess not. Knowing how short a kid’s attention span can get, I kind of agree with ma, but it’d be so educational though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should find out the times for the streetcar. It'd be cool to ride in that over the high level bridge. I've never gone on it before...I mean, he's never gone on it before. Ehehehe, *ahem*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll be arriving at around 2pm today. I wish Charmaine could have come too cause I don’t think neither Ling nor I will be flying down for the summer this year. It'd be great to spend some time with all three of us together again. This will be the second year that I have missed vacationing in Vancouver now. We barely even talk anymore. Actually, it's more like she doesn't seem to have time to talk. I think I've given up trying in the first year. Heh, I feel like we’re drifting apart as it is, but then again it's only me. *sigh* Life sucks that way. *wistful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’ll think of you when I eat my cotton candy and snow cone, shrimp. Ohohohoh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta La Vista Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115080369098059245?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115080369098059245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115080369098059245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115080369098059245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115080369098059245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/06/full-house-full-week.html' title='Full House, Full Week'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-115062289476996362</id><published>2006-06-17T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:35:04.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry Bandits</title><content type='html'>Holy crap man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid, idiotic, inconsiderate, ignorant, selfish, fucking... AUGHHH...What the &lt;b&gt;hell&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt; with people now a days! Holy shit. I want to egg their house so bad. &lt;b&gt;How&lt;/b&gt; could anyone be such a...Augh...I can't even put my annoyance and anger into words. All I can say is that they're lucky I'm in a different province right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever heard of someone going and digging up a whole blueberry bush and stealing it?!?!? Yeah, it might have worked out better if you didn't LIVE in the house behind ours. Aughhh. What happened to moral decency?! You think we wouldn't notice a giant backhoe coming onto our property and digging it up? That we're blind enough to not notice a huge freakin' hole where the bush used to be? GOD. Stupid idiotic new Chinese neighbours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Alright so I'm Asian too but that's totally &lt;b&gt;beside the point&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They first tear down our fence without asking, okay we can deal with that, it was old anyway, but when they clear cut their &lt;b&gt;own&lt;/b&gt; acre of blueberry trees, bulldoze it over, &lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt; have the guts to come over onto our property with a contractor and dig up one of &lt;b&gt;our&lt;/b&gt; blueberry bushes...no way man. Heads are going to roll. You should have kept your own god damned trees alive instead of killing them all if you wanted blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had better either return the bush, pay for it, or we're going to press charges. Well, not me. My uncle...apparently he talked to the contractor that did it and he said that the owners of the other house told him to... o_O And you didn't think it was suspicious? Well, I don't know...he could have thought that we had an agreement or something. I don't know how the other people acted. Maybe they told him we agreed or something, or maybe he was like, 'better not ask questions'...the neighbours could also be holding his children hostage and threatening death by tickle torture if he didn't comply. *sigh* I guess I could give him the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm more annoyed than angry. I know there are more people like that, out in the world. I just can't believe that some humans haven't increased very fair in the intelligence and courtesy category. Well, I mean I can believe it, but I don't know why people are still like that. Greedy idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever have kids I'm going to make sure they're well versed in manners, empathy, consideration and common sense....though common sense isn't so common, is it? I guess I can't make sure they have common sense but I can sure try my best to make sure they are acquainted with the other things and at least &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt; to have them invoke the use some sort of brain activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should rebuild that fence, only this time have it a metal electric fence at least 10 feet high with barded wire at the top and surveillance cameras. We'll get lots of attack dogs, ninja cats and killer stealth hedgehogs. All trained for combat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, what a way to make a first impression. Sheesh. For heaven's sakes...they need a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; of work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115062289476996362?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115062289476996362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115062289476996362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115062289476996362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115062289476996362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/06/blueberry-bandits.html' title='Blueberry Bandits'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-115045739240900715</id><published>2006-06-16T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:35:38.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil Power!</title><content type='html'>Woops haha, sorry people. Another round of posts because I finally got around to editing them. *sweatdrop* I'm a slacker I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still another one that I haven't finish editing yet. That one is part of Quiescent Manifestations though, and it's long. Not as long as the recent canoe one but almost. Keep a look out for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yay! Oilers! We're still in there! We have faith! Boo to those that lost faith. We need one more to tie up the series then the chance at the cup could go either way but if Carolina should win the next game...SILENCE! Impudent voice in my head. Do not think such thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! We're cheering for you Oil! Win it for us! As long as we don't drown in the downpour of rain we will always be cheering for you! Banzai! Weee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115045739240900715?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115045739240900715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115045739240900715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115045739240900715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115045739240900715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/06/oil-power.html' title='Oil Power!'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-115033678924029018</id><published>2006-06-14T17:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:37:54.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.O</title><content type='html'>What the frig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just saw one of my neighbours jumping the fire escape gate and run across our balcony. I caught some movement out the corner of my eye and when I glanced over I didn't see anything but once I looked, like really looked, I saw some guy climbing around the fire escape gate. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck man. Actually I thought it was kind of amusing except for the fact that I was sitting here in nothing but my bra and underwear. &gt;_&lt; Ack! Well he got an eyeful. Arugh, the whole time he was running across the balcony he and I were basically having a stare down. Well I was kind of staring with my mouth gaping open in surprise that someone would actually climb that gate and I think he was just....staring. Most likely at my attire more than my unspeakable beauty. Ohohoh. Ahem, right. He had this stupid smirk. Aughhh, bastard. T.T Keep your eyes forward damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he lives in the building and forgot his keys. Blah. Probably from his angle, I looked like I was bare from top to bottom. My hair was covering my black sports bra and my underwear was white, but then again he might have not seen the bottom half of me pass the printer and the glass table I was sitting behind. Of course knowing human psychology, during adrenaline episodes when you don't have time to study something, you tend to mentally complete the picture to whatever you like. I was probably as good as nude to him. Hell, I might as well be with what I was wearing. &gt;.&lt; I think he may be my neighbour. Ack! Crap. I hope he somehow falls, hits his head, gets psychogenic amnesia and forgets all about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115033678924029018?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115033678924029018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115033678924029018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115033678924029018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115033678924029018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/06/oo.html' title='O.O'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-115001844289615168</id><published>2006-06-11T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:42:55.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrikey</title><content type='html'>Holy dear mother of pearl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ARMS HURT SO BAD!! Augrh…dag nab it. Today I went on a canoe trip with a bunch of people from a group called Teatime. Teatime mainly consists of international students and Sarah got the bright idea to go canoeing. I thought it was cool. Only I didn't realise she meant canoeing for 5-6 hours straight. Arrrarararar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially started out with Sarah as my partner because even though I had canoed before, it was a very long time ago. I couldn't remember how to steer and all I did was be the forward push to the boat (I sat in the front). It was nice and sunny which is good, because the forecast predicted that it was going to rain in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour into the trip we were powering along and turned back to see that we only had one out of 6 canoes in our sight. Crap so we wait. When we caught sight of two or three groups of the others, we continued on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about two and a half hours we stopped again, only this time not only to wait for the others but to eat. We first connected the canoe to the canoe of two other girls (don't ever ask me for names....I still don't know them) and then we waited as slowly all the boats caught up to us except for one. As we all sat connected, resting and eating, we waited for that last boat. About an hour passed and we still couldn't see them and they still haven't arrived. We wondered where they could be, a shark didn’t get them did it? I hope not because it was a river but we did start to get a little worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of our boats grounded themselves and the boat with, I think Mark (Our bus driver?...I think) also grounded and the plan was to run back along the shore to see if we could find them. Sarah and I also grounded our boat just as the lagging couple we were waiting for arrived and grounded theirs and got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor David..(is that his name? He's a tall Korean anyway.) He looked so tired and beaten down as he got off the boat. His partner Anne (I think...) also got off the boat but looked a lot happier than he was. They both never canoed before and I think the difficulty and speed they were going at overwhelmed and discouraged them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to switch partners to see if that would change anything. I became David's partner and Sarah became Anne's. I went to my spot at the front of the boat to supply the power as David pushed off. Aww, he still looks...dejected. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David started out steering like he was with Anne. I can't say he was very good, cause I don't think he really got the hang of it. I tried teaching him but I don't think I explained it very well cause we still veered off course a lot. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up deciding to switch. Wow, David is one smart cookie. I was all prepared to ground the boat and change sides...he said we should just turn around. That made much more sense.....hehehe..er yeah...I knew that. So we turned around and I became the one with the power. Mwahahah. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't very good. Don't ever get me to drive a car is all I'm saying. For the first half hour I tried to remember what I was supposed to do to steer. I wasn't remembering very well. We kept on turning around and going off course again. We ran into a couple of banks and the other boats were waaaayyy ahead of us. I don't think this lifted David's spirits very much. Woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually though I got the hang of it till I only ran into the bank once and a while....then none at all. Yay! I'm smart. :P Sort of anyway. We seemed be going pretty slow cause David was not really putting much force into his strokes, but that's okay! We were going straight and pointing the right way! Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat was quiet. I didn't really know David and he didn't really know me. So I started to quietly sing to myself, and try..main word TRY to remember some of the old poems that I read when I was a kid, like that one with the owl and the cat. You know that one with the pea green boat? Well I got as far as, ‘pussy my love sweet pussy you are’…or something. I couldn't remember much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David probably thought I was a creep, talking to myself. (I did that whenever I couldn’t remember the words to the poem.) I hope I didn't annoy him because we still had about 4 hours to go and that's a long time to be stuck with someone that you think is annoying. I was trying to get his mind off of being last....again, but our placing was entirely my fault. It wasn't a race, but then again it still feels bad to know you're holding everyone back and you’re the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we trudged along and started to amazingly catch up to a boat! Yay! We passed said boat and eventually made it to the first 4. Us being fourth of course. Woo, we're good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, my boat and Sarah's boat were the only ones in the front, though I doubt we would have been there if Mark's boat hadn’t stop to wait for the stragglers. David looks a lot more cheerful now and made a quip about the others being so far behind now. I thought it was kind of funny he said that cause he was probably thinking the exact opposite when we were still getting used to my lousy steering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last lag of our trip it was only Sarah's boat and my boat. We lost the others back at a bridge somewhere. Not bad...starting out last and finally making our way to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point David and I kept on pausing to rest. We lost Sarah again after a while cause we stopped and did nothing but float. At one point we passed by a "current" while we were drifting and all I could think was, 'wow, we're drifting faster the I thought.' But it wasn't us...it was the current that was moving. O.O Beaver!! I think...or a really big fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a couple more beavers. Haha so cool. You could only see it's head and when it dived underwater, it would slap it's tail on the surface. There were a lot of dams close to the end of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the canoe rack I was so happy. Holy man. I laughed in delight and I think it soon started to turn manic. We made it! Wahahaha! My arms are stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the boat and now all we had to do was wait for the others. BANZAI! I could barely stand. I still had my sea legs. Arr, land lubbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that the bottom of my bag got wet from the water in the boat and I put it on. Dag nab it. I'm glad that bag is plastic lined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we waited for the others, I tried to catch a fish. Didn't work out very well, all I did was get wet. They were the small ones, looked like anchovies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that before we switched partners, David and Anne, in an attempt to gain more ground faster, tried to carry their canoe. I thought it was funny. They said it looked light and if Jason, the guy that supplied our canoes, could lift one by himself, it should be easy for the both of them. Apparently it wasn’t as easy as it seemed. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone reached shore safe and sound. Excellent. I don't think I'm going to go on one of these for a very long time. My butt hurts from sitting on that hard plastic seat for 6 hours straight and my muscles feel like they're on strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark accidentally drove us to Southgate by accident on our way back home. He was heading for the church. I guess more than just our muscles were fried during the trip cause neither of us even noticed till Sarah asked where we were going. Brain fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot that today was the hockey game. Woo. When I called ma to tell her that I was coming home I asked her the score and we were tied with Carolina 1 all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the neighbour upstairs had been spitting down at our balcony. The bastards. My mom saw them throwing food down onto our balcony and went out to confront him. The ass, just said 'What?' I have a really really strong urge to go up there and Vaseline their doorknob, or do something, but it wasn't me that caught them and ma couldn't tell me which floor it was. I’d like to be sure before I start plotting payback on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently just as I got home the Oilers scored seeing that a bunch of people on the 6th (?) floor started blowing fog horns and the car in front of the building started honking it's horn. I saw the crowd up on the 6th floor. Seems like the guy is having a party. T.T Now we can't really say that it was the neighbour cause it was probably their friend that did it. Why worry about being caught when you don't live there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On regular days we only find cigarettes and sometimes some trash. I wish those idiots would throw their crap in their own house. What happened to respect and courtesy? I still want to put in that video camera so that we can find out who does it. I wonder if we can charge them with harassment and or damage to property. I know it's not really permanent or bad damage, but they are still polluting our balcony or whatever. I don't know what else to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get home just before it rained. Thank god it was sunny during our trip cause it rained pretty hard after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty beat. I basically tossed everything on the floor and dropped dead. Okay not really, but I was tired and when I laid on the carpet (I couldn’t lay on the bed cause I was gross) my arms started aching. I managed to sleep some till the stiff muscle feeling woke me up. You know that feeling when you totally overwork something and then go to sleep, wake up the next day and feel like someone shocked your *enter body part here* with an electric tazer and now it's stiff and achy. Yeah. Woo boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nice long hot bubble bath. ~Ahhhhhhh~ That's the stuff. Now I don't hurt as much though it does seem a bit stiff. Yup, I don't think I'm going on another canoe trip for a long long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason our canoe guy apparently brings groups to Jasper to snowboard or ski. I would like to do that but it doesn't seem like anyone else wants to go. Aww...only me. I guess I could go by myself but it's more fun with other people. Even if you don't know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, anyways, I'm done. Time to pass out. *thunk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-115001844289615168?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/115001844289615168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=115001844289615168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115001844289615168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/115001844289615168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/06/chrikey.html' title='Chrikey'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-114887788259772535</id><published>2006-05-28T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:38:40.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle</title><content type='html'>You know how they say, when one things dies, another is born in its place? Today when Terence brought me back home from Whyte Ave, just before the hill reached my condo, we caught sight of a dead cat. I thought it was a muffler at first and being the nosy dork Terence is, he stopped at the side of the road and reversed back to it to see what it was. We didn't actually get out but I opened the door to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo.....the first thing I thought was, OH NO! poor cat! It was probably someone's pet and the thought immediately made me think of Ali. I miss the dumb furball and thinking about him still makes my eyes mist. Stupid idiot who hit him and left him for dead. He wasn't goddamned dead yet you idiot. You don't know how hard I cried after Charmaine called to tell me what happened. Man, if I happen to ever find out who did that, I’m going to seriously mangle him or her. The least you could do is stop and bring him back to us, not drive away. Stupid fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ended up parking the car a little ways from the cat and walked back to check it again. Even though I knew that the chances of it still being alive were next to nothing, I still had the hope that it was still alive. Maybe I'd be able to magically save it or something, I don't know. I knew that even if it managed to survive the initial crash, it would still have died later anyway. Only with prolonged pain. I couldn't stop thinking about Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a sign, because when I got home the next day my mom told me that my cousin had given birth to a little baby girl. It would have been around the time that the cat was hit and killed because I wasn't down at Whyte Ave very long and it sure wasn't there when I left. It would have been maybe 2-3 hours at the most because the scene down there made me really sad at how people could disrespect their city and dishonour their sports team so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happier issues. Yes! I have a new female baby second cousin! Wahaha, girls shall continue to reign supreme! Her name is Isabelle. I'm going to call her Izzy! It's so cute. She could be the spirit of that poor cat so I could always call her kitten or something. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt tells me not to call her any nicknames because Jan apparently doesn't like it and got in a fight with his mother over her calling Illiana Illy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck man. I was kind of put off with it. I'm still going to call her Izzy unless Jan gives me a good reason not to, and 'because I don't like it' is NOT a reason. I respect his wishes and all but you still have to give me a good reason. I mean it's not like the name is derogatory or degrading. The way I see it, nicknames are a sign of affection and closeness from family and such. I like the nickname Izzy, it's adorable. I don’t know if what happened with Jan and his mother were true but knowing how this particular aunt likes to spread things that aren’t really true, I’ll hold off judgement and not believe what she says. Besides, that fight over the nickname could have been something else and my Aunt may have just heard it wrong. You know how gossip is even though I highly doubt she would spread untrue things around about her daughter’s family. Things about the rest of her extended family…are a different case altogether. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Jan just annoys the hell out of me. Like that one time when my sister, aunt, mother and I were at that mall and Mim told us to meet her at A&amp;W when we were finished. We looked everywhere and asked everyone where it was. It wasn't on the directory or anything and Mim didn't have a cell phone for us to contact her anymore so we called the house and Jan was the only one there. My aunt was the first to talk to him and tell him the situation. I think she got fed up and passed it to me. I told him we couldn't find it. The place where he indicated the A&amp;W should be at, was beside the shop we were in front of. Yeah, right… I told him we're already there and well, I don't see anything resembling A&amp;W here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoi, I was already on a short string that day and once he said in that friggin high voice 'It's not rocket science kids' he just cut that string. Holy fuck man. It may not be rocket science but it might as well be when you’ve looked through the directory, asked everyone and still come up with nothing. Not to mention we don't LIVE in Vancouver and this is the first time we’ve been to this particular mall. *enter steam coming out of ears*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally find Mimi and apparently the A&amp;W that was supposed to be there, isn't there anymore. Holy crap. I felt like popping a gasket. It had been hot day and I had always hated going out in Vancouver, I hate it even more now. Especially when you have to wait on people for a ride. I didn’t want to blow up on Mimi cause it’s not really her fault. She didn’t realise that the shop wasn’t there anymore. It wasn’t Jan’s fault either but I really REALLY didn’t appreciate his tone of voice and his comment, especially at that time, but we were all frustrated. *sigh* I guess it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m going to stop ranting now. You’re all probably tired of hearing me complain. Yay! New Baby! Got to find something for it now. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114887788259772535?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114887788259772535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114887788259772535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114887788259772535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114887788259772535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/05/circle.html' title='The Circle'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-114779359756945907</id><published>2006-05-16T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:38:50.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Along</title><content type='html'>Ohohoh. Here I am minding my own business when suddenly I hear a great loud crashing sound. The sound where something has dropped and rolled (even though it's not supposed to be able to roll). Being the curious person I am (see nosey) I went outside to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder of wonders, I see one of those professional moving vans stopped on the road in front of the building, it's workers quickly trying to get the fallen....er....boards(?) off the road and back into the van. Apparently the door had opened. Speed bump? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the person they were moving for had their things insured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114779359756945907?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114779359756945907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114779359756945907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114779359756945907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114779359756945907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-along.html' title='Moving Along'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-114760633200292153</id><published>2006-05-14T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T05:15:26.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;There's a dog on the otherside of my condo door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I only noticed the shadow and I thought it was someone else standing in front of my door, for more than 10 minutes. I wasn't sure so I stopped by the door and waited (I was heading off to brush my teeth). Basically all that was going through my mind was 'creep, what the hell is he/she doing?' I didn't hear anyone fiddling with the locks so it confused me. (I think if it was someone doing something to the lock I would have gotten my handy dandy all-purpose clever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;After standing there and contemplating what weapons I had at my disposal and the limited karate and weapons moves I could remember, who's technical term has totally fled me, (don't know how good a sign that is..) I heard a soft whine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Awwwww, I think it is the neighbour's dog. The one across the hall, but I'm not sure. When I finally bent down to see if I could gather more environmental info from under the door gap, I saw it's nose. It snuffed at me. ohohoh.. ^.^  I wanted to open the door and see it but I think that may not be such a smart idea. Problems may arise, one being, 'how do I get it to leave?'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Poor guy must have gotten locked out somehow. Either that or he just got kicked out. Hope he doesn't leave things in the hall, if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oop, sun's rising. Better head off to bed. Though I don't know how much sleep I'll get. (I fell asleep on the floor again..) Chow people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Happy Hallmark Mother's Day. You shouldn't need to have only one day to make your mother feel happy, appreciated and loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 5:21am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114760633200292153?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114760633200292153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114760633200292153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114760633200292153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114760633200292153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/05/dog-doors.html' title='Dog Doors'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-114517872142003242</id><published>2006-04-16T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T04:45:50.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Castles and Oversized Thugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Holy Baloney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Me and my sister just watched Howl's Moving Castle. Goodness! It blew me away. I am now a huge HUGE fan. It had action, humor and the characters were, for the most part, loveable....in my opinion anyway. I have to say it tops my chart of favorites right now. (Or perhaps it's only because it's new, novelty and all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I have to say I like those Studio Ghibli films better than disney. All the disney films, the girls tend to be wimpy. Most of them anyway. Also, the 'prince' and 'princess' usually don't seem to have much of a history. Like cinderella...she met him once and suddenly they're in love, but Snow white....actually she met him only once before too. It's either that, or they've known each other for a week and they suddenly seem to know each other sooo well that they are willing to marry them. Er...yeah...right...(I guess that could happen..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;But I have to say, Disney isn't too bad, although they skewer a lot of the details so that it can be "suitable" for kids. Like Hercules. Holy crap man. The real Hercules of the Greek Myths is NOTHING like how they portray him in the movie. Heck! He actualy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Meg in the myths, not to mention he's basically like a supersized thug with all the things he 'had' to do for the tasks. I personally see it as he really didn't have to do them. It was only for his own gain. He didn't really care that the belt was rightfully Hippolyta's. No, still killed her because he was told to. Right. Even before he had to do the trials he still had severe anger management problems. (One of the reasons why he killed Meg. Supposedly he was enchanted or something? I think. At least that's what one of the versions says that anyway.) There's probably more to the story, (if it was anything but a legend) but I haven't found it yet. I'll keep you posted. Disney is getting better I guess. Most of the movies I'm talking about was, after all, made in the mid 1900's. Woman power was not really that big, though it was moving along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The only thing I have to say about Howl's Moving Castle is that in order to get some of the insights, you'd have to read the book. Or change the subtitle setting to subtitle 2, but it still doesn't tell you everything, though it is much better and more accurate than the first one. (That is, if you got the english version of the dvd.) I wish it had a few more details on the background of the characters though. Like some more info on the deal between Calcipher and Howl. It made MUCH more sense once I looked up details on it but otherwise, if you didn't read the book you wouldn't really get the full guise of it. The prince's name is Justin and he had gone missing, one of the reasons for the war. I want the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I understand that it is hard to include everthing in a 2 hour movie. It was still well done anyway. In my opinion at least, I hear some people didn't like it very much. Calcipher rocks. He's so cute. Aaaaa, I couldn't stop gushing over him. Ling like's Howl most I think. He's okay. Calcipher has little stubs for feet when he gets taken out of the hearth. Ohohoh. So adorable. I want to hug him everytime I see that part. Calcipher, you can be my flame anyday. (ohohohoh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The one thing about Studio Ghibli films though is that when they're boring...they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;. (the same can be said for anything, I guess). Aiya...I've watched two of them, 'My neighbors the Yamada's' and 'Pom Poko' and I wanted to drill holes in my head, it was so boring, and long....long and boring. Though Pom Poko was slightly better than the Yamada's. The only part me and Ling found amusing was with the pouches. Pom poko though did  serve to remind us how humans tend to not remember that we are not the only ones that live on the earth and that just because we can make it so, does not mean we are the absolute top prority of the world. We're not the only thing that matters on the earth I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoi. This post was started last month and I still never posted it. I'm finding that I've been doing that for the last few posts. I start it and never find the motivation to finish it. I usually finish posts during the wee hours of the morning. I've got to get out of the habit. It's starting to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114517872142003242?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114517872142003242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114517872142003242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114517872142003242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114517872142003242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/04/moving-castles-and-oversized-thugs.html' title='Moving Castles and Oversized Thugs'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-114474838949716209</id><published>2006-04-11T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T02:43:30.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AAAAAAAA!!!!! Exams are coming up! I think I'm getting hypertension. GAH. Please let me pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't think anyone realizes when I'm present but I'm really really anxious over them. It'd be great if I got a hundred you know. *grins* But unfortunately I know in reality that will never happen. I have a week before my first exam and its the one I hate the most. I'd be grateful with a C- overall you know? That's how bad I think I'm doing. *breathe* *breathe* *breathe* *breathe* Ack! Hyperventilation now! I feel a conniption coming on. Maybe I should take Lyen's advice and eat something rotten and use the after affects as an excuse to defer my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways other than the doom of finals coming up, I've managed to sign myself up for a Easter Egg Hunt on Easter Sunday. *sigh* I know I shouldn't especially with the exams but the date managed to slip my mind. I kept on thinking that my exam was this Tuesday when in all actuality it is next Thursday with the other remaining 2 final exams the week after. I get more time to fret. Excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But back to the Easter Egg Hunt. I really wanted to volunteer for it last year but something came up that I can't quite remember what now. This year we're having a black light Easter Egg Hunt for the kids 5-12. Sounds like so much fun. Watch kids running around looking for them glowing eggs. Makes me wish that my parents brought me to events like this when I was a kid, but we can't change that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now for some shameless advertising. This event is being held by my Church, Church on 99 for anyone in my part of the world who wants to know. It's just off of 99st and 67 ave, it's really kind of hard to miss the huge teal green sign that says Church on 99. Just keep your eyes peeled. If you live in town and have kids, feel free to bring them in for fun and activities. Heck, come for the service even if you don't have kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We have two services that start at 9:45am and 11:30am and the Easter Egg Hunt is being held in our nice new shiny youth centre behind it, 9910, where we also hold our Saturday Youth Encounters for those 18-29. (We have lazer tag, woo!) We even have a yellow school bus that says 'Church on 99' on it at the front for people that don't have cars. It will bring you back and forth from the university bus terminal with various other stops along Whyte ave (and sometimes other places too if you ask nicely. What service!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the 9:45am service the bus leaves university at around 9:00am and comes back around 10:45 or so (not quite sure cause I don't go to the early morning service). For the 11:30am service, the bus leaves the U at around 11:00 and comes back around 1:20 or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are other things going on at my Church too. If anyone is curious, check out our spiffy website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://www.churchon99.com"&gt;Church on 99&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We're getting a website for the youth centre too, but it's not quite ready yet. You can keep an eye on it though if you'd like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://www.9910.ca"&gt;9910 Youth Centre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have a nice week everyone and come to the Egg Hunt, it's free. Wish all of us students luck on our exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114474838949716209?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114474838949716209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114474838949716209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114474838949716209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114474838949716209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-advertising.html' title='Easter Advertising'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-114397335766884550</id><published>2006-04-02T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T03:48:43.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ofanim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh what the hay, I decided to do the other test on that previously mentioned site. Lo and behold. I am creepy (no jibes guys, I can just see them forming in your heads). O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohohoh, though some of this stuff seems true in a sense, I would like to think of myself as a nice, accepting individual. Unless you do really stupid things, like that guy who cut off his face with a broken mirror or something and fed the pieces to his dogs while on a high with Angel Dust. In that case, that just pisses me off and makes me want to beat you with a blunt object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's people like that, that make what I want my future job to be, annoying. Poor dogs had to get their stomachs pumped for that. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/celestial.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5192/774/400/ofanite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/celestial.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Find your Celestial Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114397335766884550?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114397335766884550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114397335766884550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114397335766884550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114397335766884550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/04/ofanim.html' title='Ofanim'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-114396207194208451</id><published>2006-04-01T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:26:56.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Nymph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5192/774/400/fae1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey look, I'm a Nymph....cool.....sort of explains me too. Odd, but then again those descriptions are really general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, does that mean I run around naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;What Kind Of Fae Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114396207194208451?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114396207194208451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114396207194208451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114396207194208451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114396207194208451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-nymph.html' title='I&apos;m a Nymph'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-114337781580349253</id><published>2006-03-26T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T05:07:11.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning After</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So tonight I'm home again. I spent the whole day unexpectedly entertaining my 5 year old second cousin after previously staying up till 3am the previous..er, same morning (did that make sense?) I find that I am really bad at playing dolls. I can't make up scenarios and I get bored of it fairly fast. So I finally dug out my ancient gameboy color and assorted games for the little pipsqueak to play with. It still works amazingly, though 'note to self: clean the speaker' the sound quality was horrendous. Augh. I thought it was the batteries running low but even with a new set of batteries, it sucked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;For the first time, I searched for games on ebay for the GBC and the listing details are confusing me. I know that new consoles can play a previous console's games but when they list down, Gameboy/GBC/GBA/...etc I start wondering if it will work on color because I don't know which console to go by. Augh. I guess I'll have to resort to using gamespot.com as a reference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I remember getting the GBC. It was sad because after we got it, a new console came out and so all development of new games for the GBC were stopped. Augh. Of all the luck. Oh well. Ebay is still good, though at the time I don't think there was such a thing as ebay. I really want Harvest Moon for the GBC though. Maybe I'll start collecting more games for the GBC....great another category to spend my limited amount of cash on. I already finished my set budget for this month so I'll have to wait for next month. I'm trying to pace my spending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, right now we're being issued a snow storm warning to our area. From what I hear we're supposed to get something like 10 cm of snow. For some reason that doesn't seem like much to me. Maybe I heard wrong and it's supposed to be 10 inches. Now that sounds like a lot. Nothing yet. Maybe later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It sounds like that other storm we got when we received a season's worth of snow in a day. Woo, packing it on us. If we do get that much drive slowly guys. Actually you should be driving slowly for the weather we've been having anyway (cold + then warm + then cold again = slippery). If you get into a serious accident it'll be harder for emergency services to get to you because of the snow. So that means you probably shouldn't be going at 100 in a 60km/h zone. Heck, if there's that much snow, don't even do 60. Having a 4x4 truck does not make you invisible and immune to black ice. Use your heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aside from that, I can't really think of anything I'd like to address or talk about. Besides, I really need to sleep. I can see the sky turning purple (so bad...). The sun is going to be up soon and I'm supposed to head out to WEM with double C this morning. Alright time to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hoy, I think I might possibly die from lack of sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114337781580349253?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114337781580349253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114337781580349253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114337781580349253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114337781580349253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/03/morning-after.html' title='Morning After'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-114328014521097190</id><published>2006-03-25T01:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:37:23.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw Sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yay! The week is over and my psych class was cancelled today so I didn't have a quiz. Bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went out of the house today. My cave was overwhelming me. I got Tim Hortons with Flex and now my craving is satisfied and I can honestly say that I suck at coffee meetings, I won a free coffee though. I wish it was something bigger. Speaking of Tim Hortons, there's this dispute on the news where some teacher threw away a cup and a little girl found it and tried to roll up the rim but couldn't so she asked her friend to help her only to find out that it was a winning cup. A car actually. Now there is a three way battle for the cup once the teacher stepped up for the cup again. Sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Personally I think the girl that found the cup should get it cause she found the cup. The teacher lost all ownership once he or she decided to discard the cup (why do you think police investigators can confiscate items from a person's trash without a search warrant?) The other little girl should not get it because the original girl only asked for her help in opening it. She didn't give it to the girl for her to keep. It is like asking someone to help you open your pop. Once it's open it doesn't make it theirs does it? It would still be your pop. I think it still applies here. Really, a car is not something worth going to court over and creating hostilities between companion families. I understand that they felt that she assisted and therefore should be entitled to a part of the prize but seriously, this is just really petty. Don't cause grief over something so trivial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, me and CC went to the 'greatest indoor show on earth' and had a mozza burger, a poutine and a root beer, then went and got the malt teaser cake thing at Death by Chocolate on Whyte. Man was it good. This all happened in the span of something like 4-5 hours. I ate like a hippo. Hoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met TT tonight after me and double C left death by chocolate. She ran out and basically grabbed our butts in the middle of the street. Ohohoh, ooo I never knew you felt that way about us. We spent a while talking (not on the street) and met her boyfriend and some of his friends at Second Cup where they were hanging out when TT saw us. I think the people working there were giving us the evil eye cause me and C didn't buy anything. TT's boyfriend and his friends seem nice, but I really can't say because I don't really know them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Someone screamed out my name tonight when me and double C were waiting to cross the street on Whyte Ave. Well, at least I think he/she (I couldn't really tell) called my name. It was either that or they were calling 'hey chris' or something which is a high probability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh hey! Someone I know has an admirer. Ohohoho, but due to my protective nature this admirer needs to be interro-I mean...interviewed. The person involved knows who I'm talking about. Tell this chump that he needs to hand in his resume, a list of accomplishments, copy of his medical history, a police criminal background check, a detailed description of his intentions and future aspirations, a urine sample, spend a day with my second cousin on a temper tantrum, pass a physical and mental fitness test and if he completes all this, has to schedule an appointment with me. I have some questions to ask....ohohoh. Come prepared. I'll make your life miserable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Naw, I'm just kidding, you don't need the the urine sample, you need a blood sample. For genetic tests of course. Ohohoho. He's starting the chase man, fight back good shrimp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I feel so out of it right now, but I have to say I had fun today. I've been feeling like I'm losing touch with everyone I know lately (no it's not schizophrenia). It's kind of sad. But right now I feel like I'm going to pass out. I am content right now. Got to sleep.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Zzzzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114328014521097190?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114328014521097190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114328014521097190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114328014521097190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114328014521097190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-saw-sun.html' title='I Saw Sun.'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-114224773516852426</id><published>2006-03-13T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:18:46.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap's Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Arrrgghh, frigging bejeezes! I lost the soap down the drain. It was a new slice too. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume no one knows what I'm talking about. Well, me and my sister are lush fans and my sister got me this one soap that I've been eyeing for a while, but never got because it's kind of pricey. It's called 'honey I washed the kids' and it smells really really good. Like candy actually. Well, I finally blew off the dust after I kind of forgot about it for something like 4 months. (Hehehe, oops my bad. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't want to use the whole thing at once because first of all we had no extra soap holder to put it in and it melts away pretty fast if you leave it in the bathroom due to its...I don't know, ingredients. So usually I cut a piece off, probably about 7cm x 1.5cm x 1.5cm. It sort of looks like a stick now but it lasts something like two and a half weeks per piece this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I just finished soaping up my face and then I dropped it. I quickly rinsed my face and looked down to find it, but alas, I see the stupid thing go down the hole. How the hell....I don't know how in the world it did that, the angle of that drain is pretty perpendicular if you ask me. *sigh* Oh woe is me. Expensive little bugger, that little piece in itself was probably like, 3 bucks already. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to get a strainer for the drain in the tub, but I've never really remembered, the few times I went shopping. I know it's my fault but it doesn't make me any less annoyed and frustrated. Gar, it was a new piece. Blah. I should have just opened my eyes, pain be damned and intercept it. I'll get over it. *sigh* Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what a dumb topic to talk about. I haven't written anything here in about two weeks and the thing I talk about is soap. Well I guess it's better than nothing. Not much really happened as far as I remember. Maybe something will come to me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have going is that I'll be attending a cool, snazzy, fake, high class fashion show fundraiser for AIDS. Ohohohoh, we get to dress up and watch a fashion show (obviously), drink-high class sparkling apple juice out of our fancy plastic champagne glasses, and look at auctions. I think there's also a speaker too. There's probably something else, but I can't quite remember right now. 10 bucks for students. Bonus. One of my friends is helping to organize it, not to mention it's for a good cause and it sounds like fun. And right after my chem mid-term too. I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also something of an Alice in Wonderland Mad Hatter's Ball thing happening the day after the fundraiser too. The only thing is that I don't think I want to go to that. It was listed in the See Paper, I think. Basically it's just a costume party with door prizes and the adults can drink alcohol. A regular party it seems, only kids are allowed here too. I don't feel so keen on it. I was never really too interested in things like that. I mean with the alcohol. Not to mention the last party I went to, I didn't really have too good a time. Though that was partly my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This said party was a Chinese New Years Banquet. Basically, after a while of feeling left out (some 3 hours it seems with no one really talking to me), I started to get tired and thus, moody. It was probably cause there were too many people there and on top of that I was just getting over that cold I had not too long ago. I was still coughing a bit then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial 4 hours, I didn't really feel like talking anymore even when someone did speak to me. One of the people I knew there asked me if I wanted a ride back home, but I didn't want to leave my sister. I feel kind of responsible of her. Not to mention the party was in the Chinatown area. Not really the best place. Call me over-protective but I stayed, if only for her, she tends to not be too aware of her surroundings, I find. Bad bad, I think Mei Mei felt a bit left out too, seeing as her two friends were basically only talking between themselves and some random other people that they happened to know which was also at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sad once I think about it, my sister's friends were Caucasians and they knew more Asians than me and my sister put together. How pathetic is that? But I think my sister interacted with them more than I did with anyone during the whole...what was it...6 hours at the party , not to mention the two people that I would talk to more regularly than my sister's friends (which I know, but don't really know....does that make sense?) were sitting across the table from me, not very good for conversations. I find it takes a long time for me to really consider someone a friend so it's kind of hard to talk to people other than people I've known closely for a long time. No offence to my sister's friends hopefully, I'd probably really only talk to TT if I had to talk to only on of ling's friends cause I've known her longer. In the end, I'm not much of a partier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame that one party. I've been to a few and each time I find them lacking. It's just not for me. Man, am I self-absorbed? I feel like it. Stop focusing on yourself Iris. Augh. Selfish. I felt bad too after a while because I think I was ruining the evening for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chow each won a door prize though! She got a puzzle of the world and I got.....Buddah....*sweatdrop*...what the...I ended up giving it away to one of the guys we knew there that had initially invited us all to attend to this banquet. I don't believe in those things and it was kind of ugly. It scared me in some small form. It was funny when my sister's friend got roped into dancing with this one guy, that was practically grinding her. She looked very uncomfortable, we tried to give her a way out by saying that her 'phone' (Chow's phone actually) was ringing. She told us it wasn't her phone. *sigh* Well we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I think I sort of destroyed the night for everyone else. I don't think I'll attend another one or those again. The food, alright for 20 bucks, would probably be all that I'd go for. I was pretty anxious to leave. I'm sorry guys, I wasn't too happy that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augghhh, happy thoughts! Happy thoughts! Snow! Okay that didn't work. There's only slush outside and people seem to think, 'hey, there's tons of snow or whatever, that means drive faster!' In the last week alone there have been like....geez 8,9,10 or something car crashes a day. Many fatalities. Don't blame it ALL on the weather people. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, breathe, breathe......I am now calm....zennnn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114224773516852426?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114224773516852426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114224773516852426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114224773516852426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114224773516852426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/03/soaps-up.html' title='Soap&apos;s Up!'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-114121636975088852</id><published>2006-03-01T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T04:32:49.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yay! It's snow! And lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it has been dropping it since after I got back from school. That would be about 4pm when it started, now it is almost 5am and it is still snowing. What a snowstorm. Lovely snowflakes. Ohohoh. I wanted snow and now I'm getting it. Too bad we didn't get it before Christmas but right now I'm content. It's not too cold and there is not much wind, only a heck of a lot of the white stuff. I wonder if it will still be snowing when I wake up for my lab, what about after my lab? I can see that the amount is going to cause some problems. There is like a good 15 cm out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still up? Well one reason was that I was reading over some things for my lab, the second reason is that I had like a 4 hour nap in the afternoon (okay I know that's not a nap), and the third is that I like the quiet when everyone is asleep, and plus it's snowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a kid. It's not snowing as much as it was, almost seemed like white out conditions before, but now it's clearing up. Still pouring it down though. I guess it's trying to make up for all the time it's lost. Dump a winter's worth our way. Well, it'll help the farmers, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy right now. Snow conditions like this always do. I guess I'm just a wintery person. I love the season and I guess that's a good thing since we have it around for something like 8 months (no kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I better sign off. It's now past 5 and I have to be up in something like 2 hours. Bad I know, but I'm really not tired right now. I'll try and sleep, I guess. I have a quiz in my lab today too. Gah. And I can't seem to find my calculator. Ah well. All is well because we have snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~snow!~ XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114121636975088852?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114121636975088852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114121636975088852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114121636975088852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114121636975088852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-114103108065792238</id><published>2006-02-26T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:06:13.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh little sister of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago you came into this world and ever since, you have been there to cause me grief and turn my hair white early. It was like, the world brought you here just to spite me. Why.....&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt;?...what did I do at such a young age that would require someone up there to find it adequate to give me high blood pressure? But other than giving me stress and making me albino, we have had some great times together have we not? Especially the three of us cheeky kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the trouble we used to always get into together and the stupid air-brained situations we would think up. Ohohoho, I can think of many idiot plots but I won't list any down right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you are legally legal. Ohoho, don't be too quick to grow up now. Even though you are considered an adult, you are still young. Don't buckle in society's pressure. Think responsibly and use your discretions, you are an intelligent individual. If you know something is a stupid idea, don't do it. Don't make me sic the chickens on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does it feel to be a whole year older? If you want some pointers, me and the shrimp are always here to help. Now it's time to find a boyfriend, ohohohoh. I know you have lines of suitors just waiting for you. Me and the shrimp will be conducting interro-*ahem* I mean interviews on your behalf. Oh wait, you already have a boyfriend. Hey...where &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; Beaglesfried? I say he's the man for you. He'll never argue back unless you let him, won't bother you and won't leave the toilet seat up. Ohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it is the last hour or so of reading week. School begins again tomorrow. So, pain-in-my-butt and dent-in-my wallet, have a good day and know your family is always behind you even if we don't show it all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Happy 18th birthday mei mei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114103108065792238?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114103108065792238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114103108065792238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114103108065792238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114103108065792238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/02/old-maid.html' title='Old Maid'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-114034999415900064</id><published>2006-02-19T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:03:21.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yay! It's reading week! I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last mid-term no matter how bad I think I may have done, it still feels so good to have finished them all. I'm also over my cold. Bonus. Now I don't know what I'm going to do during the week. I think I'm going to have to retype my notes. Blerg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a day out with my sister, the first one in a long while. We basically just walked down Whyte Ave and went into a couple stores. Lush was a main one. Whenever I walk in that store all the smells seem to hit you like a brick wall, I swear. It's kind of unpleasant at first, and when you go around smelling things, everything goes up your nose. However, some of their stuff is really nice if you ignore the initial bombardment of scents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked a bit more and stopped by at head case. Funny how when we went in there was like no one there, then after we enter, hordes of people come in. We stayed there pretty long. Trying on all of the hats. I think three waves of people came and left before we finally each bought a hat. I got one of those hats that I've been eyeing for a while. Those fisher style hats or something. Initially I wanted one but didn't want to get it because I remembered that my friend's cousin got one not too long ago (I think) but I ended up getting one anyway. It's cool, it has ear flaps for those nippy days. My sister got something like a tan coloured bucket hat. It looks pretty good on her. My mom likes hers better I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we didn't really do much. Those were basically our two big stops where we bought something for more than a dollar or so. Didn't really stop anywhere else. Cause me and my sister aren't really clothing shoppers. It was nice. Some bonding time with Ling. That dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part I think was when we were walking back to catch the bus. It started snowing. Big lovely fat flakes that if you breathe with your mouth you would 'inhale-and-choke-on-one' flakes (I swear I didn't do that...) It was perfect. It wasn't windy and it wasn't too cold. We got to test out our new hats and being the weirdos we are, we bought ice cream and a slushie...in the winter, I blame it on being an Albertan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now started another, yes another blog. This one I will use to write about my dreams. You know...dreams, like rapid eye movement kind of dreams. Kind of like copy down what I can remember from them in as much detail as I can. Maybe try and explain them too. I don't know, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So technically this is the first day of reading week, well yesterday I guess since it was Saturday and the first day off after Friday, even though it was still part of last week. Or something, okay ignore all that, it's starting to hurt my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend left for New York and will be there for 10 days. Bummer, I wish I could have gone, but that's all right. She left at 7 on Friday morning and before then, I was starting the get really antsy for some reason and I kept reminding her about things that if she could, she probably would have hit me. I felt sort of nervous even though I really have no reason to be nervous. I think it's because New York is a dangerous place, not that anywhere else is any different. *sigh* Iris you dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she has fun. Don't forget to get me a spoon. When you get back you have to tell me all about your trip and how your roommate was. Ohohoh. Hey you guys have all C's for your initials (ignoring your middle names). Hahaha cool. I'm going to be so bored but hey! I get to go to see Relient K! Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Double C, take lots of pictures, and stay away from dark alleyways. I'll see you when you get back. You know I worry about you, we've basically always gone everywhere together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, take care, and stay safe. Ciao Babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-114034999415900064?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/114034999415900064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=114034999415900064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114034999415900064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/114034999415900064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/02/reading-week.html' title='Reading Week'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113892281641117342</id><published>2006-02-02T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:29:12.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Man, I haven't had a cold like this in about 2 or 3 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I am still sick but now that I'm doped up on cold Tylenol I don't feel it so much. I really don't trust this Tylenol cause I've heard things about it. Mainly because of it's dosage. The one we have is extra strong and so contains 500mg of medicine in each tablet. Sounds like a lot, I can just imagine the affect it will have on my kidneys. My poor kidneys...oh and liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even with the medicine I still have this nasty cough. Though it's not as bad as that one cough I had when I was in high school that lasted for something like a year (I swear). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So far I've been coughing so hard that I'm positive, it could be my exercise. When I cough I tend to tense up my stomach and because of that I swear I'm getting abs from it. I don't know if that's good or not because right now I still don't really have an appetite and the only thing I've been pushing down is rice porridge. Blegh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I hope I get better soon, aside from the fact I feel miserable, midterms are coming up and I really need to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113892281641117342?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113892281641117342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113892281641117342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113892281641117342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113892281641117342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/02/cold-ness.html' title='Cold-ness'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113877432029681441</id><published>2006-01-31T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:49:24.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What a great start to the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hello all, I am officially sick. I have a slight fever, a cough, this pulsing behind my eyes, and this nauseating feeling. Augh. What a horrible week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have a psych midterm tomorrow, so I don't know if I'll do very good, I feel like I'm only 20% there. Wish me luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I feel really really gross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113877432029681441?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113877432029681441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113877432029681441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113877432029681441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113877432029681441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113819315738515308</id><published>2006-01-25T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:39:51.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You know what I just realized? I don't have a single picture of me that is up to date. All the pictures that my family has are of my younger years and it's like I fell off the face of the planet after grade 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is slightly better because at special functions, I tend to go crazy with pictures. However she has very, &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; few baby pictures. Most of those baby pictures are of me. It's kind of sad. We don't really have anything to look at too see how much we've changed. I mean we know that we change, but you know, it's more fun if you can actually see the difference even if it's only on the outside. Kind of like 'I can't believe you had that afro', or 'Yeah, I only went skinny dipping cause it was a double dog dare.' (though I've never had or done any of those.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should make it my new years resolution to take more pictures. (yes I know new years was about a month ago.....Chinese New Years then.) But that means I have to go and buy a camera. I don't really have a camera. Maybe after something which I can't mention here in case she happens to read it, I can get one. (...I think I gave it away already....if you really look into the message). n_n;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright. I don't think she reads this on a regular basis anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of basis...dag nab it...I have to finish my math homework, which I should know from high school but can't remember and my new teacher just makes it more confusing than it should be. He short forms everything with symbols that by the time we finish writing, my notes look like they're in a foreign language....seriously, no exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* so chow people. I'm off to finish this. I hope I get it eventually. Or at least find my high school notes for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113819315738515308?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113819315738515308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113819315738515308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113819315738515308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113819315738515308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/01/photographs.html' title='Photographs'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113808100799255122</id><published>2006-01-23T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:42:12.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yup, sooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to vote. Totally disappointed me. Yup, sucks. Aughhh. I realized that Edmonton Centre was our area not the polling station...stupid yeah, I know I'm slow but I blame it on school frying my brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; didn't find out where the hell my polling station was (or any of the others for that matter, not that it makes a difference now). They tell us to call that help number if we have questions, but why call when they don't even answer the question you ask? I don't think "where is my polling station?" is an out of topic or too much of a taboo question. More hassle then it's worth. Aughh. I am still kind of pissed off right now. The least they could do was give me a frigging polling station. It wasn't like I was asking if I could get the password to the Elections Canada website. Augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Conservatives are going to win this. Actually I think they finished counting already. *sigh* I guess we'll see how they'll do. They've made a lot of promises and because of that, forgive me if I'm skeptic (not that it's different for any other group).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Anyways, I'll forget this now. Can't really do anything but see where everything goes. I just hope they don't screw up Canada too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113808100799255122?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113808100799255122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113808100799255122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113808100799255122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113808100799255122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/01/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113800497062008801</id><published>2006-01-23T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:41:27.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dork</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Holy Bejeezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the first chapter of a new Kenshin fic by Ravyn and it just blew my mind. I haven't found a story that made me this excited in a long while. (And when I say excited I mean anxious for a new chapter for all you gutterheads out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the story is about Kenshin being married off to Tomoe who is the princess of this one land. Only to have Kaoru....wait....should I tell you this? Aiyee! It is so good (even if what I just wrote sounds really corny and cheap and cliche, it really isn't. Either that or it's just really well done that you don't notice it). Or at least I think it's good anyway. Such a talented writer. It says she's 20 in her profile. I wish I could write that good. *sigh* Kudos to you Ravyn. You're good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me. I'm just a loser Kenshin fan that's still into Kenshin even though it's been over for something like 11 years.... or something. n_n;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking at me like that. I swear I act my age (some of the time) and I am not always this big a dork (sort of). Anyways, check it out even if you're not a fan. It just may make you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2765064/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Little One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;~ By Ravyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you do go look into the series. Don't even bother with the anime episodes. I can tell you now that they suck (mostly fillers anyway *gack*....) Go for the manga and the Tsuioku Hen movie (Aka first OVA). But in the end it's really all up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ciao guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113800497062008801?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113800497062008801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113800497062008801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113800497062008801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113800497062008801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/01/dork.html' title='Dork'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113746395865982731</id><published>2006-01-16T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T01:23:16.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You know why there are bad turn outs on election days? It's because people that WANT to vote can't seem to get an answer to where there even is a polling station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I moved out here, I never received any of my voting cards or even that little thing that tells you that if you didn't get this card, call elections Canada, till this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call all you want, but you know what? They don't help you worth squat. We (mom and I) called the toll free 1-800 number, then we were told to call someone else, then that someone else told us to call that 1-800 number again, then they told us to call someone else who then told us that we have to go to Westmount to register. Holy crap man. The deadline is tomorrow and with classes the whole day till about 3:30 I am not making a trip over there. It may seem stupid, but I'm already quite frustrated (yes I know I'm impatient). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just going to show up on election day at city centre with my photo id and a letter (I heard people did that but the person on the phone person told us no) and if they don't let me vote, well....then I hope that Stephen Harper doesn't become prime minister (lying, lousy, wishy washy, ship jumping *grumbles*). Cause I personally don't like how in order to fund their promises, they'll have to cut many things and such. Not that, it won't happen in any case. And what's with that thing saying that they'll make Saskatchewan red, white and blue. What the bejeezes man? I don't want Canada to be anymore American than it already is. They're taking over the country's best business', resources and our country's free will, augh like leeches or something. (okay, over-exaggeration on the leeches part, they're more like lamprey). They're trying to take over the world as it is. How about getting rid of &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; weapons of mass destruction before telling others to do otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back with Stephen Harper, I just don't like how he doesn't seem to really be into what he's proposing. Sort of indifferent you know? I swear he has no facial expression. He may widen his eyes a bit but other than moving his mouth to blow out hot air, his face doesn't really change. It's kind of creepy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* they're all corrupt. When they blame one for being corrupt, it's like the 'pot calling the kettle black'. Aiya. Anyways, there's my rant for today. Please don't hurt me for my opinions. They are only that....my opinions. And for the note, I don't have anything against anyone in the U.S. Just keep an open mind, how would you feel if one country was slowly buying out all your best businesses and telling you what you can develop or not? Not to mention the whole deal with free trade and what's happening with that situation isn't entirely fair or upholding with the initial contract. Anyways, I won't get started on that otherwise this entry will be just like a social essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ciao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113746395865982731?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113746395865982731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113746395865982731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113746395865982731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113746395865982731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/01/election-frustration.html' title='Election Frustration'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113732270038549180</id><published>2006-01-15T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T04:09:46.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Someone please save us, us college kids!&lt;br /&gt;What my parents told me, is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;They said, go to school and be a college kid,&lt;br /&gt;but, in the end I question why I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor, I'm starving, I'm flat broke, I've got no cash to spend.&lt;br /&gt;Sell all my books for front row tickets to Dave Matthews Band.&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's at another school, I know this year will test her.&lt;br /&gt;I called, found out she had three other boyfriends last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Not for me, not for me,&lt;br /&gt;call it torture, call it university.&lt;br /&gt;No! Arts and crafts is all I need,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take calligraphy and then I'll make a fake degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 grand later I found out that all that I had learned,&lt;br /&gt;is that you should show up to take your finals and your midterms.&lt;br /&gt;The party scene is kinda mean, I think it's sick and twisted.&lt;br /&gt;The navy showed up at my dorm and claimed that I enlisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Not for me, not for me,&lt;br /&gt;call it torture, call it university.&lt;br /&gt;No! Arts and crafts is all I need,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take calligraphy and then I'll make a fake degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get excited, she'll say "no" without a doubt you see.&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided college girls just won't go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;They make me nervous and they always catch me off my guard,&lt;br /&gt;like cell phone services, I drop out cause college is too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to call my father,&lt;br /&gt;cause it's his alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;Good grades aren't what they seem,&lt;br /&gt;I think he knows the dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to call my father,&lt;br /&gt;cause it's his alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;He says he's proud of me,&lt;br /&gt;but college always was his dream,&lt;br /&gt;and I would always say it's not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Not for me, not for me,&lt;br /&gt;call it torture, call it university.&lt;br /&gt;No! Arts and crafts is all I need,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take calligraphy and then I'll make a fake degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save us, us college kids!&lt;br /&gt;What my parents told me, is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;They said, go to school and be a college kid,&lt;br /&gt;but, in the end I question why I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(phi, beta, delta, cappa&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save us, us college kids!&lt;br /&gt;What my parents told me is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;They said go to school and be a college kid,&lt;br /&gt;but, in the end I question why I did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what will make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you feel is right.&lt;br /&gt;Only but one thing matters,&lt;br /&gt;learn how to live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what will make God happy.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you feel is right.&lt;br /&gt;Only but one thing matters,&lt;br /&gt;learn how to live your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relient K ~ "College Kids"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113732270038549180?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113732270038549180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113732270038549180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113732270038549180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113732270038549180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/01/college-kids.html' title='College Kids'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113698872814089041</id><published>2006-01-11T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T06:15:19.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Happy New Year People!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know that it's like, two weeks after the actual new year but I just realized that I haven't written in this thing for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm now enrolled formally as a full time student. So now I have to go to lectures and try not to fall asleep in them (Because now I can't get away with it because the classes are so small). *sigh* Did I ever mention that I hate lectures? I'd rather stay at home and study it on my spare time. Much easier if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my first class of the year on Monday. So bad, what a great start to the new semester. But I have to say that it was not my fault. Instead of going to the one I was supposed to, I went to two other lectures that I didn't need. I thought something was weird. I had already done those two courses already and passed them but I didn't really think much about it cause I thought they put me in again because my mark sucked. (I felt sad when I saw my schedule) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I wasn't supposed to be in those two classes so now I have a new schedule with basically everything new (except for my econ class..Still taking that one) The first advisor I went to was new they told me so she's forgiven. (Unless they say that every time they mess up anyways to save their behinds) I ended up only missing one class on Monday and they probably just gave out the syllabus so I think it's alright. But now I have to return the lab manuals from my last schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about selling some of my books too. I have like three Econ books for each class that I took. Argh. I don't think I need that many...Wait, where is my econ text now anyway? I have the one from my last course, and this new course but I can't find my micro-econ one. Heck I can't even remember how it looks like..What the begeezes man. I'm losing my mind. (I'll let you know when I find it again) *sigh* I could probably sell a psych book too. I should have taken Corinna up on the offer when she asked me if I wanted to sell back that book. Doh! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking this math course too, I really wish I didn't have to but its required for my major. Augh. I thought I knew the material but my new instructor is just making me plain confused. Not to mention he has this thick German/Russian/Ukrainian or whatever accent. And there are assignments. Holy man are there a lot of assignments. Maybe I should just dig up my old high school notes on the subject. (It's a linear algebra course by the way) It'd probably be easier if I had my old notes. There are a lot of books for this course too. Usually courses only have like, a text, maybe a lab manual and a student guide or solutions manual but this one has like 6 different books in a package. Now I know I don't have to get the whole shi-bang but I think it's usually a good idea to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this semester I have fours courses, not too bad I guess, but I still wish I could stay at home instead of go to lectures. Too much hassle I say. I only have one class today at 12 and it's that psych course I missed on Monday. I hope the prof is good and that we don't have to have those lab tests or whatever they're called. I don't want to be poked and prodded. Anyways, enough of school. It's making me stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not much white stuff this year for Christmas. *sigh* that'll be bad for the farmers. I hope we don't have another drought. Those poor guys don't get paid enough for how hard they work as it is. Good Luck you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is just around the corner now. I still don't get how people figure out what day Chinese New Year falls on (maybe I'll search it up later) but it's supposedly on the 29th of January this year. The year of the Rooster is coming to an end and I hope you've had a good year. Welcome the year of the Dog when it gets here just like you welcomed 2006. (Just don't drink and drive, if you do your a frugging idiot. Stop wasting tax payer's money buying you body bags,they're not cheap and stop bringing innocent people with you when you go) We've got a Chinese New Year party coming up but I just don't really know when. Maybe I should find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should at least get a couple more hours of shut eye (god knows I need it to get rid of the shadows under my eyes). I actually went to bed at 7 for some reason. I was just tired I guess. Woke up at 2 am again. I find I always do that when I sleep before that time. I don't know why, probably habit or something. So I think I'll try and sleep some more. I need energy to write messy notes anyway. Damn lectures. My sister is already up getting ready for her morning class. So I know it's getting late (or early, whichever you want it to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later peoples. Have a Nice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113698872814089041?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113698872814089041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113698872814089041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113698872814089041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113698872814089041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113456153506192023</id><published>2005-12-14T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:03:25.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miniscule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Woop! Snow! People, maybe we &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; get a white Christmas this year. It was starting to get doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's more than halfway (through December) to Christmas already. Though I have to say the snowy outcome seems slightly pathetic. Not very much, I think it may just melt tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would shovel that stuff off willingly if only we'd have a white(r) Christmas than what we're getting now. I heard the first time we got snow this year, there were over 200 accidents in the city alone. People, when the road is wet or covered in white (even when it's not) it does not mean 'lets go faster'. *Sigh* I am ringed by fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys are getting tired of me gushing over snow or moaning over the lack of. So I'll cut this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed, I really love snow. Okay, no more talking about wishing for more snow till next year. I'll tell you guys what I do with it when (if) we get more to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113456153506192023?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113456153506192023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113456153506192023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113456153506192023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113456153506192023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/12/miniscule.html' title='Miniscule'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-113428640481854731</id><published>2005-12-10T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:00:47.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Theatre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Back from dinner theatre now. Okay, I was back for a while now but still. What an experience. It was cool! It was basically a simple turkey dinner (salad, mashed potatoes, gravy, turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce), buffet style, and then dessert, with a rendition of "A Wonderful Life" for the theatre portion. Wasn't too bad. I would go again next year If there are people going along with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to wear that yellow dress mama made for me. I was so surprised. The first time I tried it was after my year long break of sitting and doing nothing. It was amazing. I had gained so much weight I couldn't even zipper it up. And yesterday I decided to try it on just for the heck of it and would you believe I could actually fit into it and zip it up no problem? Holy man! How much weight did I lose? And how in the world did I lose it? I don't remember exercising. At least not while I'm conscious. Scary. What a mystery. I Got to wear my cool yellow shoes along with the yellow dress today too. Cool, I love those shoes. But I have to admit that the dress needs to be taken in at the top because even if I dislike admitting it, I really don't have much of a chest. But that's alright, It's easier to run with smaller breasts...er, yeah. Okay, Back to the dress. It needs to be taken in a bit so that it doesn't look so much like a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it doesn't look like a bag but it still needs to be taken in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to go shower and such. Maybe I can do some push ups too (not in the shower of course). I noticed that I don't have as much muscle mass in my arms anymore. So bad. See what happens when you slack off? Got to work on those thighs too. Man, I'm out of shape. What happened to me? Too much of the slow life. I need to get out more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113428640481854731?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113428640481854731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113428640481854731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113428640481854731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113428640481854731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/12/dinner-theatre.html' title='Dinner Theatre'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-113420846711461684</id><published>2005-12-10T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:00:34.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Noooooo......all the snow is gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had it for like....2 days! This is abnormal for Albertan Winters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not too abnormal, but not common. Does that mean that we're not going to have a white christmas?!?!? That's blasphemy! We've always had a white christmas! (from where I come from at least) Ahhh, it's so sad! I'm going to miss it. No wonder when I woke up I figured that it was too warm. I guess I should have seen it coming. It was warm yesterday when I went out too. The snow was already beginning to melt then. Now it's all gone. *sigh* Well. At least Vancouver has snow....or that's what I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess there will be a sort of white christmas, for me anyway. Hope it doesn't melt. I know many people don't like snow but personally, it's not the same without it. But it's only my view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now somewhere like 3 in the morning and I have a dinner theatre that I'm going to at 6 today, but I'm meeting my friend at 3:15 pm so she can get ready and we can go together. *sigh* Seems like a long time to get ready. It's semi-formal. I wonder what I should wear. I don't really have anything that is semi-formal. Everything I have is basically a sweater or jean like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to a dinner theatre before. This particular one is held by my church. Usually, there is one every year. Out of all the years that I've been here, this will be the first I've gone to. I hope it'll be interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113420846711461684?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113420846711461684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113420846711461684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113420846711461684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113420846711461684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-113379752991033775</id><published>2005-12-05T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:00:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Wonderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yay! I love snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are many, MANY people that do not share my sentiments but I love snow either way. And the good thing is that it is not the small; hit you in the eyes snow. It is the big, fluffy, inhale it and it feels like a cotton ball down your throat snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is all misty with it that it looks almost surreal. I could stare at it for hours. It makes everything so clean and fresh. Blankets the city in white. I was worried that we would not get snow for Christmas. It took so long in getting here. Usually we get snow in the end of September or at the latest, the end of October, but it did not come till the end of November. It is still kind of worrisome though. Why was it so late? Was it partly due to all those large storms happening around the world? Or is it global warming? It is probably a part of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate humans, though it may sound strange. We are so ignorant, caring only for ourselves. We kill each other with biological, chemical, psychological and mechanical weapons with little thought for the earth and others affected. Though psychological aspects are primarily human oriented. Our world is slowly dying, and no one seems to really care. As it seems, no real actions will be executed till it is probably too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many species are now extinct, many more on the endangered list, and forests, habitats, and ecosystems are being destroyed everyday. If I were God, I would probably cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all connected. Hurt one, no matter how insignificant it seems and you hurt the rest. The problems may not appear immediately but eventually they will appear. This seems to be one of the things that people do not understand or care to understand. Every little bit counts because they all add up in the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like hair. Lose one or two and it does not seem like a big deal. But as more fall out and less grows back in, 3 hairs a day, add up to 21 hairs a week to 84 hairs a month to 1,008 a year. How much hair can you lose before you become bald? It is the same with the Earth and its resources. Eventually things will start to run out and then we will really be screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, because of our stupidity there may not be any more snow. No more sparrows and robins in the sky, no more seals, penguins or whales in the waters and no more tigers, bears and gazelles on the land. With the rate we are going, it would seem that trees in the future, will be in short supply also. Honestly, if that where to ever happen, I hope it will be after my lifetime, as selfish as that may be. What is currently happening is already breaking my heart. Not only because of what is happening to the environment but also because of how we cannot seem to help one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions are starving and even in this "civilized" day and age there is still barbaric fighting. People may like to think that we are above those from the past and are no longer like our ancestors of cavemen and such but we truly are not much different. Sure our brain mass is larger, level of technology is higher and we now have new ways of doing age-old jobs and such but in truth we still fight like barbarians. Only now our weapons have farther range, our projectiles, faster and with more force, and the destruction inflicted, of greater magnitude with longer lasting effects that will span for centuries and generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad really. How in the end we are probably going to be our own destruction. I would not blame god if he wiped out the human race again but yet he has not. So there must still be SOME good in the world still left, that he does not have the need to restart what he created. With God's accepting and forgiving nature, the day that he feels he has to purge his works like stories of old, will be a sad day indeed because then it means that even he found us hopeless and unworthy to live. But then that seems like an oxymoron wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The merciful god bringing down his hand to destroy all, but in the end, it will probably be a mercy. Instead of having us die slowly with our own hatred and being our own poison. Killing our own kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promised never to flood the world again, the rainbow is a testament to this oath but what is stopping him from burning it? Purify the world with fire? Freezing it? Melting it? Crushing it? At least we can rule out flooding I guess. It seems like the end is near, what with all these natural disasters happening so close to each other and in such large forces. Seems like a hint. Though no one on earth can be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how a bit of snow can get you thinking. But then again, my mind wanders quite a bit. Particularly when I am alone or when I am trying to procrastinate. Bad I know. Still, despite everything, all these thoughts began with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot really express how much I love snow. I know it is cold and when it starts to melt it turns into slush or becomes ice when it gets trampled, makes your socks wet if you get it in your shoe and causes avalanches. But still, winter is my favourite season. I do not think I would be able to bear without seeing snow at least once a year. I guess it may be because I grew up with it being here almost 9 months a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you come from a small town you may realize what I speak of but in any case, I wish I were back in my hometown. Though our winters were extremely chilled temperature wise, it still seemed nicer then the warmer but windier weather where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city is fairly small compared to where I am now. There were fewer streetlights reflecting off the snow. We were up North and because of the cold crisp weather, we had clear dark skies the allowed for all the stars to be visible. On nights where the moon was bright and the snow untouched, you would be able to see thousands upon thousands of gems, glittering up from the snow. It looked almost like grounded stars with the medium blue tones of tree shadows playing over them. It is truly a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in my room when everyone was fast asleep, just watching the scene. No matter how many times I see it, it still takes my breath away and I miss it dearly. If I could, I would stay there purely for the snow. We also had the aurora borealis, where I came from. The large cities can never outdo this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people leave the town because there really isn’t much there aside from the oilsands. I had to leave for school, but what I would not do to be back there every night in the winter, to watch my wonderland. I used to wish I could fly during these times. Fly so that I could see the horizon unobstructed by the roof of my house. Wings if you would, it would have been and still is, my greatest wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die and I have to stay as a ghost on this earth for one reason or another, I would pray for god to have me situated there so that I may watch the moon and snow at night. But then again, if I were a ghost, I am probably being punished for one thing or another. Otherwise, why am I stuck on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must sound really odd now. I usually am not like this, I don’t think. Not so nostalgic or mushy anyway. I Am mushy aren’t I? Maybe I am looking too much into things, spend too much time watching and thinking. But I appreciate it. I think that’s what counts. I just hope whoever reads this gets what I am trying to describe. You cannot really explain something so wonderful. I wish I were back there again. Maybe one day I can return. But until then, I will take whatever I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they are just memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113379752991033775?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113379752991033775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113379752991033775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113379752991033775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113379752991033775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/12/late-night-wonderings.html' title='Late Night Wonderings'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-113352611786778070</id><published>2005-12-02T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:59:33.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashing Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Coooll....This duck is so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I went to the dollar store with my buddy and looked around mainly for ideas and stuff for her project. I ended up buying a flashing duck, some weather striping and a flashing light stick, which I was going to wrap up for the secret santa type thing for Alpha this week. But I ended up not going to the Alpha pot luck because I had a sore throat....not to mention that I didn't want to go. (so bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. The duck is supposed to glow when you have a complete circuit in the water, you're supposed to be able to also press it and turn it on but no matter what I did, I couldn't get it to work. However finally, after three days, when I started to think that it was busted....Lo and behold....it starts flashing. Wow. You wouldn't believe how excited I was....Man I'm a dork. Anyways. Now it's sitting merrily on my desk here as I type, flashing three different colors at me...Awesome. I think I popped a hole in it with all the times I pressed it to try and get it to work. Actually, I think it's working cause I got water inside the duck. I reckon that I might get one of these for my cousin for christmas. Excellent. One person done...another three dozen to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is figure out how to turn this thing off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113352611786778070?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113352611786778070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113352611786778070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113352611786778070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113352611786778070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/12/flashing-ducks.html' title='Flashing Ducks'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-113229170524034295</id><published>2005-11-17T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:33:59.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jock itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey hey all. I just thought I'd put down an interesting tidbit that just hit me. You know jock itch? I mean real jock itch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's called Tinea Cruris mainly caused by a fungus called Trichophyton rubrum. Yeah I know I mentioned it in my little essay like medical rant but here's some more info on it. It is sometimes characterized by a ringworm pattern of infection on the skin starting in the crural fold of the crotch (But it's not really caused by a ringworm so don't worry guys). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My! All us girls always thought you boys were just rude and barbaric. ohohoh. Well now it seems that you're gross, rude and barbaric. Ahahaha. no just joking, this condition can happen to women too, only it's very rare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But seriously I thought jock itch was when you guys just scratched vigorously at your crotch because a hair went the wrong way or something. It appears that is occurs mostly in post pubertal males, usually in the summer due to sweating or in the winter after wearing too many layers of clothes and gets worst as moisture accumulates. It might improve if the moist environment is eliminated. It says that most guys affected are unaware of the infection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So guys, if you have something that's itching and burning in the southern hemisphere there, it's probably a good idea to get it checked out. For those of you that have had Tinea Cruris before, absorbent powders, not necessarily medicated, can help to control moisture and prevent re-infection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tinea infections are not only limited to the crotch, like all skin diseases, it can spread to almost everywhere, where there is skin, which is basically everywhere. Another widely known Tinea infection is Tinea Pedis, commonly known as athlete's foot and I tell you it doesn't look like a walk in the park. No pun intended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dermnet.com/moduleIndex.cfm?moduleID=18"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;http://www.dermnet.com/moduleIndex.cfm?moduleID=18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I swear this interest in the distrubing is like a disorder or something. Maybe I should think about going into something like infectious diseases or something, it can't be that much more different then immunology. Anyways, I'm off to finish typing my psychology notes now. So in the future I can screw with people's heads. Ohohoho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Chow dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113229170524034295?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113229170524034295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113229170524034295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113229170524034295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113229170524034295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/11/jock-itch.html' title='Jock itch'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-113203272468978335</id><published>2005-11-14T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:41:07.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You know what just hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my laptop's hard drive has failed, I just lost 5 years of story collecting. Those of you who know me, know that I've had a hobby of collecting interesting looking stories. Though I probably won't read half of them, it still took time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me. Especially those good stories that you can't even find anymore. I know it may sound stupid to most people but they still held sentimental value. I took time to look for those and for me it's hard to push aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, really speechless. I don't even know if I'm upset or not. My photos. My essays.... What do I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113203272468978335?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113203272468978335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113203272468978335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113203272468978335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113203272468978335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/11/omg.html' title='OMG!!'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-113201636473207330</id><published>2005-11-14T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:10:04.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconcilable Differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Alright. Right now me and my Dell laptop are not seeing eye to eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;We can't seem to get along anymore. I yell and it ignores me. I've tried everything to make it up to him for whatever I've done but, *sigh* It's being really really stubborn. I've given it flowers, cleaned the room, fixed the faucet, painted the checkered wall, that I did as a joke, back to its original color, brought him out for dinner, given him massages but still. He still isn't responding to me. He's not sick as far as I know and I've even gone as far as rearranging the furniture around. *Sigh* I don't think this relationship is going to happen anymore. D' has just.....gone his separate way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Okay Okay, I know that was corny, but that's basically what it feels like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;After 4 years of service, I think this (hella heavy) 18.2 pound laptop has kicked the bucket. Before it was giving me those stupid kernel_data_inpage_errors on an irregular basis. I ran system checks, tool diagnostics, chkdsk /f /r, IDE diagnostics (which never really gave me an answer), system restore, and when it actually started, I tried defragmenting (I know, that had nothing to do with anything, I just had to try it) but alas. I also tried reseating the cd rom drive and the HDD. It's not talking to me anymore but telling me that my primary hard disk drive and fixed optical drive is not found. BIOS tells me that it's not installed so now what? Can't be a virus because that thing doesn't even get internet, and everything that gets transferred there gets scanned in the main desktop computer first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;*sigh* How convenient that the warranty just happened to have just expired not too long ago. Now I'm at my wits end. I feel a conniption coming on. If I didn't have high blood pressure before, I'm probably going to get it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I think it's because I called my laptop stupid. Now it's getting back at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: I'M SORRY BABY I'M SORRY!! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! JUST GIVE ME BACK MY DATA!!! ~*SOB*~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I wanted to back up my data before trying to reinstall the OS but now it won't even log in. Not that it did before. Man. This sucks. Now all I want is the data in that hard drive. But I doubt it will now. Yesterday the laptop gave me it's first primary hard disk drive 0 failure. DAG NAB IT. I don't like the sounds of that. But I still want to try anyways. Lousy *grumbles*. Maybe it's a damaged logic card or storage media on the HDD. But I don't want to send it in. It'll probably cost more then a new HDD. Sigh. I guess I can live without my files. They're not insanely important after all. But I would still like to get the laptop to work. Tomorrow I'm going to go off in search of an IDE adapter cable and see if I can get some stuff off of that piece of junk HDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Watch, it's not going to work because I said that. FORGET I SAID THAT!! But seriously, research shows that I will probably not get anything out of it. *sigh* Stupid IBM hard drives, Stupid Dell, Stupid computer. Why wasn't I born a computer wiz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is my last line. I'm going to wait for my aunt to come down before I call Dell Tech Service. After this, if it doesn't work, my laptop will probably be nothing but an insanely heavy, large, expensive and clumsy paper weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113201636473207330?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113201636473207330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113201636473207330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113201636473207330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113201636473207330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/11/inconcilable-differences.html' title='Inconcilable Differences'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113004180012598671</id><published>2005-10-22T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:46:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spammers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Isn't it annoying when people leave a comment that isn't really a comment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's like, "Hi, I just surfed on and found your blog, very nice. How about you check out this site. It's about legless, five tailed deer that have to roll around to circulate blood around it's body. Check it out for more info". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'd rather get no comment. *sigh* it's like telemarketers. Anyone know how to block them out without blocking other more relevant comments? Oh well. I'll figure it out sooner or later. I always do. Might take some time though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ciao guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113004180012598671?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113004180012598671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113004180012598671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113004180012598671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113004180012598671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/10/spammers.html' title='Spammers'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-113000245169799946</id><published>2005-10-22T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T10:37:19.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mended and Fixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;All fixed peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that was hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the page look okay? For some reason my browser keeps showing me my old format instead of the new one, even after I've cleared the cookies, the history and temp files. So I can't really be sure. I wanted to add a new link and the preview of the html was giving me this weird thing. Hope it looks normal now. I am a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao again citizens of mainframe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-113000245169799946?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/113000245169799946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=113000245169799946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113000245169799946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/113000245169799946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/10/mended-and-fixed.html' title='Mended and Fixed'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-112999541318631213</id><published>2005-10-22T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:58:30.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties Peoples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dang Nab it. Lousy Template. Something's screwy with this format. Gotta pick through it when I have time. Get back to this later peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-112999541318631213?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/112999541318631213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=112999541318631213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/112999541318631213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/112999541318631213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/10/technical-difficulties-peoples.html' title='Technical Difficulties Peoples'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-112900609977184267</id><published>2005-10-10T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:19:31.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Augh, I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, it's happened again. My friend asked me what was wrong with her brother's toe because it's got this bright blue pigmentation in the nail that's like a bruise but a lighter blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Guess what I did? I searched it up on google. I put in nail disorders and got a whole bunch of nasty things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The first that came up was an ingrown toe nail that looked like it had seen better days but the second picture to it had nails that looked like claws and something from a fantasy created monster. There were other nail disorders too though I don't find this as interesting as other things. The worst one I found was the brown nails. These nails can be caused by nicotine, potassium permanganate, nail varnish, etc. (Another reason to stop smoking) But the one that got me was of the staining due to podophyllin. Podopohyllin (or Podophyllum) is a corrosive resin chemical usually used to treat warts. It is created from mayapple roots and rhizomes and is insoluble in water. The crude form of podophyllin is very toxic and is said to have a high mutagenicity profile. In the picture after exposure, it looks like the top of the fingertip is gone and there's this white peeling thing going on. Looks kind of like a coral reef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://dermnetnz.org/common/image.php?path=/hair-nails-sweat/img/stain-podoph.jpg"&gt;http://dermnetnz.org/common/image.php?path=/hair-nails-sweat/img/stain-podoph.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The other one came at a close second for the most disturbing. This one was scarring due to a tumor. Kind of looked shredded and it looks like the nail bed is visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://dermnetnz.org/common/image.php?path=/hair-nails-sweat/img/loss-mel.jpg"&gt;http://dermnetnz.org/common/image.php?path=/hair-nails-sweat/img/loss-mel.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;There were of course other disorders but those were the ones that disturbed the me the greatest. The pictures and some of my information came from these sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://dermnetnz.org/hair-nails-sweat/nails.html"&gt;http://dermnetnz.org/hair-nails-sweat/nails.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://www.acmls.org/Dermatolog/Dermatology/22_Nail%20Disorders/P_336.htm"&gt; http://www.acmls.org/Dermatolog/Dermatology/22_Nail%20Disorders/P_336.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;And in true habit, I looked up other things since I was on a roll, again. I found one nail that looked blue and I proceed to search it up under pseudomonas infection. Pseudomonas is a gram negative bacterium and prefers moist environments. It is an opportunistic pathogen and so only strikes when a person has a reduced immune system and rarely causes disease in healthy individuals. This bacterium has the ability to stick to cells, needs minimal food requirements, produces tissue damaging proteins, and is also resistant to certain antibiotics, which is scary. My search for it came up with a few images but nothing or large interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;One really blue image I found was labelled Necrosis but when I looked it up, there wasn't much except what looked like gangrene on various body parts which is basically what it is, the death of cells or living tissue. This can be caused by many things like certain drugs, infection, cancer, etc. It was one of the characteristics of the black death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://www.bu.edu/cme/modules/2002/drugerup02/content/6-necro.htm"&gt;http://www.bu.edu/cme/modules/2002/drugerup02/content/6-necro.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Necrosis was the last of my searches. In the end though, I don't think I found the problem with my friend's brother's toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-112900609977184267?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/112900609977184267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=112900609977184267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/112900609977184267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/112900609977184267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/10/nail.html' title='Nail'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-112869264167109433</id><published>2005-10-07T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:26:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerosol DU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;It's now 5 in the morning and what have I been doing for the last 4 hours? Googling up birth defects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;For the past week or so I've had the sudden urge to google random medical disorders up and so far I've searched up kertoconjuntivitis, human parasites, sexual diseases and now birth defect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;With the conjuntivitis, I was asked to search it up for my sister, though for what reason, is still unknown. The pictures that came up were slightly disgusting for from the conjunctivitis I came up with more then just plain conjunctivitis but also a wide variety or other eye diseases and abnormalities. Some of the worst included massive amounts of puss and blood with near total or total destruction of the eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://www.atlasophthalmology.com/bin/atlas?id=115343460-2153985"&gt;http://www.atlasophthalmology.com/bin/atlas?id=115343460-2153985&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;With the human parasites, this only struck me because I was trying to figure out what else I should do. Boredom can lead to bad things I tell you. So it hit me with parasites. This topic was slightly more disturbing then the conjunctivitis. In this search the main parasitic lifeforms were the roundworms, hook worm, tapeworm, lice, tick, pinworms and the occasional liver fluke. There were a couple more I'm sure but those were far and in between. There wasn't much here that I haven't seen before but it disturbed me how Gastrointestinal tracks can be completely overcome with roundworms that there isn't even enough room for even the slightest bit of regular bowel movement. The heart worms weren't that much better as it reminded me of spaghetti or a noodle of some sort due to it's level of infestation. I'm never going to look at pasta the same way again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I think however that the weirdest parasitic infestation was the guinea worm. Mainly found in Africa this worm that looks like a regular piece of ribbon is introduced into the body when infected water is ingested. It some how makes it's way out of the body fully grown and from the ones I've seen when it comes out of the foot or ankle, it has been tied around the ankle a couple times and then knotted so that the worm cannot move back into the body. If one were to just casually glance at this, it would look like a regular anklet. It must be odd to have a worm half in your flesh and half out tied around your foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Somehow, from parasites I found a page with elephantitis. Apparently this is also a result of a parasitic infestation. I always thought that elephantitis was the result of some regular clogging of odds and ends in the body. Well, nothing clogging in the body is regular but I always figured that it was from something almost like the build up of fatty deposits in and artery. But it isn't. It's caused by a threadworm. All I can say is that it looks painful but not as painful as that one picture I found with some lady with skull cancer. She had apparently gotten into a car accident and hit her head where it popped the pocket that the cancer was sort of contained in. It didn't seem like it bled much, if at all but it did have one thing. It was infested with maggots. Now how these maggots got in there I have no idea. All I know is that some parasites like the pinworm can make their way into other organs like the lungs and brain and they were making quite a cosy home in this one lady's head. It says she feels no pain. I wonder why. Destroyed nerve endings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;There was also a forum that I came across that allowed for medical photos. Here I found bundles of images of the remnants of bowel cleansing, liver flushes, gall bladder cleansing, and kidney cleansing....I didn't even know you could clean out some of those. Sounds scary. Some of these stones that come out from the kidney and such are huge. I hope they didn't pass through the regular way through the urinary track cause that's gotta hurt. The extreme severity of some gallstone formations is amazing. Just like the roundworm infestation, gallstones can completely take up your gall bladder. But I guess it makes sense cause in all cases there is a extreme.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://curezone.com/ig/igallery.asp?d=%5Cparasites"&gt;http://curezone.com/ig/igallery.asp?d=\parasites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;When I searched up sexual diseases I found the regular stuff like herpes and warts. These weren't that bad I guess considering that I'm a dork and the last time I was at the U I bought a skin disease book and it showed a multitude of skin diseases and included some sexual diseases. It's quite fascinating I find, though it sometimes sends shivers up my spine. Like the warts. For some reason out of the whole book, I hated the warts the most. Especially the filiform wart and the plantars wart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyways, did you know that men can also get yeast infection? All the symptoms are the same as in women except that on a man it just looks like an ulcer. Also jock itch is caused by a fungal infection signified with the tinea infection looking ring. I always thought jock itch was just when a guy had to scratch his groin vigorously because his jock strap was too tight and the hair made him itch or something. Guess I was wrong. Wow the things you learn when picking up random things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I also looked up female yeast infection cause I heard that discharge often looked like cottage cheese. I figured that it was an exaggeration but lo and behold. It really wasn't an exaggeration. It actually does look like cottage cheese. There's also one discharge that I happened to stumble across that is frothy. Blegh. It reminded me of bubbles in chocolate milk. Now I can't look at cottage cheese and milk like a normal individual anymore. With the rate I'm going I'll lose 30 pounds in no time. Also did you know you can get yeast infection in other areas then in the genital region? Anywhere there is skin you can get it. A variant of the Candida genus can also appear in the mouth and down the esophagus. These usually appear in HIV/AIDS infected individuals, people with immunodepressive problems or are on immunosupressive drugs. The ones in the mouth are sometimes caused by a bacterial imbalance, where the bacteria that usually keeps Candida in check is lowered in number and allows the infection to develop. It looks like you just decided not to brush for a year and there's this layer of plaque developing inside your mouth. When this 'plaque' is removed raw red flesh is uncovered. All in all it's really gross. Oh from what I found, you can get warts in your mouth too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;But out of all of these searches so far, I have to honestly say, that these birth defects are the creepiest. Some of these pictures that have come up, you would only believe in a horror action movie or a video game. They make my skin crawl and I think I'm breaking out in goosebumps. For those who know me, it takes a bit to get anything out of me. These pictures honestly show the need for caution during pregnancy. Some of these defects are caused by genetic disorders, others from drug use, exposure to pesticides, as a result of the mother getting sick or exposure to radioactive materials and pollution. One of the most publicized drug related birth defects was Thalidomide, a drug prescribed as a morning sickness remedy in the 1960s. It resulted in severe limb deformities and distribution was terminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;A genetic birth defect like Patau Syndrome, was the first defect I came across. Caused by a trisomy of the 13th chromosome. Symptoms can include cyclopia (one eye), a cleft lip, polydactyly and other abnormalities. Usually infants with this abnormality are stillborn or die early in infancy. And believe it or not but this disorder seemed mild according to abnormalities compared to others I've found. Aerosol DU (Depleted Uranium), like those in Iraq are also causing severe birth defects and other disorders in people like where the infant is born with a strange white film over its body with what looks like red fissures all over its body. I'm not sure but there may have been an email going around with pictures and a bit of info on these defects. Everytime I look at some of these they give me the shivers. It's actually quite sad though. These children will never get to experience life normally if at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://cas.bellarmine.edu/tietjen/HumanBioogy/birth_defects.htm"&gt;http://cas.bellarmine.edu/tietjen/HumanBioogy/birth_defects.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://www.xzone-radio.com/uranium.htm"&gt;http://www.xzone-radio.com/uranium.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;These searchs brought up many other diseases and disorders but none of them as disturbing as the birth defects. There was also an anti abortion page listed and showed the illustrations of a partial birth abortion. Partial abortion is where the legs of the fetus are grabbed with forceps and the body is pulled out except for the head and the doctor jabs the fetus' head in and makes a hole where after he proceeds to suck of the fetus' brain out and then removes it. Wow. If you ask me that's a bit much. Brutal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyways, it's now like 7:30 in the morning and I can see the sun coming up. *sweatdrop* I've spent about 2 hours typing this and it sounds more like a report or documentary than a comment. I should really go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll sleep on time. Hopefully I won't find anymore disturbing disorders and diseases. But then, if I didn't, I wouldn't have learned some of the things I've learned. *sigh* I'm a loser. I need to get out more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I swear I'm going to have nighmares when I fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-112869264167109433?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/112869264167109433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=112869264167109433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/112869264167109433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/112869264167109433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/10/aerosol-du.html' title='Aerosol DU'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-111784050794213460</id><published>2005-06-02T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:15:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was checked for my ticket today on the lrt for the first time since I came out to Edmonton. Wow, I tell you it was a rush. BWAHAHAHA. Of course I had my ticket but that was like....the only interesting out of the ordinary thing that's happened to me in a long time. Wahahahahha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-111784050794213460?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/111784050794213460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=111784050794213460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111784050794213460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111784050794213460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/06/passes.html' title='Passes'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-111485809202708450</id><published>2005-04-29T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T06:52:02.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ohohoho..... how is everyone's summer break going? (The university students anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good? Warm? Hah, like true Canadian Alberta weather today instead of the nice hot weather that is supposed to be here, it snowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks, it is April 29 and it has snowed. No I was not smoking anything and yes I'm positive, no I'm not joking. Though the snow's not entirely unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The last two days were amazingly chilly and it sucked because my apartment had the heat turned off when we had that 'warm' spell a couple days ago. (Which lasted about a week) So when it turned cold the apartment turned into a fridge. Doesn't help that the windows are a single pane and the side that is supposed to be fixed closed opens everytime I close the side of the window that is supposed to open. (Did that make sense?) Anyway they turned on the heat this morning and I'm glad cause the air mattress gets really cold. I had to get up and put on sweat pants, a t-shirt and a sweater and it was still cold. So I raided all the other beds for the blankets and laid one on the mattress as a cover and used the other 5 as regular blankets. I would have settled for the hot water bottle that I had but unfortunately I found out the hard way that there was a leak in it. (dag nab it) &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't think I've slept in the bedroom since the last time my sister came out which was in march and before then when my aunt came out which was in February or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I wonder if it'll snow enough to make snowmen. I haven't made a snowman in a long time. No one ever wants to help me make one. They say snow sucks. I say nay. I like how snow looks as it glistens in the moonlight especially when there is a fresh fall of snow. I could sit and look at it for hours on end. That is one of the reasons that I do not want to leave fort McMurray even though we get really really cold winters. Because we're so far north the sky is nice and dark so the stars come out really clear and the moon is really big when it's full and shines down through the branches of trees that you can't help but admire the view. Not to mention the Aurora Borealis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I personally like winter and the snow though many would curse me to hell. Sure it's cold, but all you really have to do is get over your vanity and dress like an eskimo (or at least smartly). Winter is beautiful. I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-111485809202708450?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/111485809202708450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=111485809202708450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111485809202708450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111485809202708450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/04/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-111404184554774400</id><published>2005-04-20T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T03:39:05.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;They say this town, the stars stay up all night.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know, can't see 'em,&lt;br /&gt;For the glow of the neon lights&lt;br /&gt;and it's a long way from here,&lt;br /&gt;to the place where the home fires burn.&lt;br /&gt;Well its two thousand miles and one left turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Please send money,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke that it ain't funny.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't need much, just enough to get me through.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry 'cause I'm alright,&lt;br /&gt;see, I'm playing here at the bar tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time I'm going to make our dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love you more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Love, your baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black top, blue skies,&lt;br /&gt;big town full of little white lies,&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody's your friend, you can never be sure.&lt;br /&gt;They'll promise fancy cars and diamond rings,&lt;br /&gt;and all sorts of shiny things,&lt;br /&gt;but girl, you'll remember what your knees are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Please send money,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke that it ain't funny.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't need much, just enough to get me through.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry 'cause I'm alright,&lt;br /&gt;see, I'm playing here at the bar tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time I'm going to make our dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love you more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Love, your baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can tell every time I play&lt;br /&gt;and I know it's worth all the dues I pay,&lt;br /&gt;when I can write to you and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;I'll send money,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so rich that it ain't funny.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it ought to be more than enough to get you through.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry 'cause I'm alright,&lt;br /&gt;see, I'm staying here at the Ritz tonight.&lt;br /&gt;What do you know we made our dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;And there are fancy cars and diamond rings,&lt;br /&gt;but you know that they don't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they all add up to nothing compared to you.&lt;br /&gt;Well remember me in ribbons and curls.&lt;br /&gt;I still love you more than anything in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Love, your baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;please send money,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke that it ain't funny,&lt;br /&gt;well I don't need much just enough to get me through.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please don't worry 'cause I'm alright,&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing here at the bar tonight,&lt;br /&gt;-dreams come true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sugarland ~ "Baby Girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-111404184554774400?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/111404184554774400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=111404184554774400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111404184554774400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111404184554774400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/04/baby-girl.html' title='Baby Girl'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-111387997424191206</id><published>2005-04-18T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:06:44.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is why I never tell anyone how I feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told my mother that I was kind of lonely and guess what? I'm scolded by my grandmother saying that before I didn't want my mom and now I do since she's no longer there to do dishes, cook, clean and all that crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuck man. When I said I was lonely didn't mean I wanted her as a maid or something. I just wanted some god damned company or something. Or at least something to do. I have &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said I didn't want her around. I don't care about laundry and food and cleaning. I clean regularly, I can do my own fucking laundry and I can eat whatever the hell is in my fridge. I've been doing fine for the past 2 years and I will continue to do fine for the rest of my life. I am not that inconsiderate or ungrateful for fucks sake. I have never told anyone or even given the hint to anyone that I didn't want them around or that I only wanted them around to do things for me. I mean sure there are times I want to be alone or when I'm on a short temper but there has never been a time that I wanted them out of my life completely and absolutely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I get the impression that my mom found this all amusing. Well thank you. I'm glad you can tell that it hurt (haha right. No.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they wonder why I never open up. Never tell how I feel. This is why I never say anything. I'm just too nice to say anything back against my grandmother. Stop mocking me when I tell you things and maybe I'll open up more. You complain that I never say I love you and all that shit. Well I think if you really love them, actions will show in greater detail then words. If you can't decipher that then I can't help you. Words are just that. Words. You think you know me. Sure you know my favorite color and some of my habits. But how well do you really know me? Not well apparently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They always somehow change things and switch everything up. Do you know what I've gone through? Everything? You do hey? Well here's a news cast for you. You don't know anything that's happened and the extent that it's affected me. And I don't appreciate the fucking mocking haughty attitude when I tell you something serious either. Well from now on you'll all get crap-all from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuck you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wow....I feel better now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-111387997424191206?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/111387997424191206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=111387997424191206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111387997424191206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111387997424191206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/04/open-up.html' title='Open up.'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-111327598872575098</id><published>2005-04-11T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:26:26.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheepish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ehehe, how should I say this? Oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay oops is not a good word to use cause what happened was totally my fault. Procrastination. I am so glad that it's not worth that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the cutoff date for my Econ quiz. That means, do it today or never do it. Well first of all I didn't read the chapters I was supposed to read till like, two hours before I left to do it, and it was a confusing chapter I tell you. Made no sense what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to explain algebra and variables in words is confusing. The examples even more so. Aiya. Especially in relation to econ. Augh, though it could just be me. But after I 'finished' reading the chapter, I was like, 'uh-huh, nope, not going to pass this one.' And technically I didn't pass because you were supposed to get at least an 80% on the quiz. You know what I got? hahahahah... ^.^;; ......I got a 65%......which I guess is not very good but at least in a sense it's not completely failing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But guess what? I'm supposed to do a second attempt on it but I didn't bring the text with me to brush up or stare at the gibberish that was written so that was completely out of the question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Figured I wasn't going to do much better on the second then I did on the first anyhow. I wouldn't have had the time anyway. You're locked out of the program for a half hour and you have to finish all quizzes before 8:15pm. Right......finished the first try at 7:55pm. Half hour black-out time? Yeeeeeah....no. I'm not going to make it. So I just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the lowest quiz mark that you got was taken off but when I read the fine print in the course outline, my 65% would have been even worst cause the second attempt is included and the average is the final mark on the quiz. So 65 plus 0 divided by 2....32.5% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So glad it's taken out. Hallelujah. *Sigh* Yes I know I'm bad, and I'm sure this will all catch up to me but right I got to kick the habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-111327598872575098?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/111327598872575098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=111327598872575098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111327598872575098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111327598872575098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/04/sheepish.html' title='Sheepish'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-111078945298225086</id><published>2005-03-13T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:50:13.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Rest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Knowing that today is Sunday and is supposed to be a day of rest I have had anything but that today. I swear that I have had more physical activity today in the span of 30 minutes than I have had for the entire school year last year. (which is sad to say the least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my day starts off at 10:15am. I wake up and get ready for church and leave for the LRT at approximately 10:45 (I sorta lost track of time). Unfortunately for me as I get to the station just as the University train was just leaving. (~noooo) So I wait for the next train to come heading in that direction and for some reason (I swear its not because I was late) it seemed like it was taking an EXTRA long time to get there. I'm supposed to be at the University Station before 11am to catch my church bus that comes and picks us poor students up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up there it was 11am and hoping against hope that the bus didn't come yet I waited...for ten minutes. Yup I had missed the bus. Dag nab it, but no worries, I took the bus to 99st and waited at the first bus stop for the 70. Waited for ten more minutes, and the bus still hadn't come. Mind you I was not familiar with the schedule for the 70 bus and so figuring that it wasn't coming anytime soon, I decided to jog to the next few bus stops in hopes of getting a shorter distance. This was also an attempt to try to get rid of my sudden development of restlessness, cause keep in mind that the service at my church starts at 11:30 and I have already wasted like 35 minutes or so getting to this one stop. Current time: Approximately 11:45am. Crap, ahh well, the first 30 minutes is singing anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused at the second stop that I reach since I started to "wait" for the 70 and noticed that a bus was coming. At the stop that I was at only two buses picked up there. The 81 and the 70. Balancing my odds, I have a 50% chance of getting a bus that would go all the way down 99st and because the bus coming towards me was the 81, I took my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never was a good gambler. It took that bus to come to the bus stop that I was at another ten stupid minutes to get there. I swear the bus driver was taking a quick cat nap at the first stop I was at..... Once I got on the bus the first left turn it reached, it turned into. All I could think was... Damn it. So three stops after the turn I finally managed to get off and I started my trek back to 99st. Jogged back and as I was waiting for the light to change I see the church bus go by from wherever it goes after it drops off us students. (Should I be panicking now?) Double damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cross 99st and go back to continuing to my destination. I continued jogging from stop to stop pausing at each to check to see if the 70 was coming, but I doubt it. During my little detour I'm sure that I missed it... (Augh..) I remember as I was passing a restaurant, I think it was something like Denny's or something, there was a large group of people standing outside. Call me mental but it's very unnerving to have 50 some odd eyes staring at you and watching you as you jog by. Yeah, it felt awkward.. Arughhh... Anyways, I'm still jogging. It's now approximately 12:15am and still no bus, but will you believe it, I have already reached the church. (son of a...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the fact that I missed the entire opening of service and am 15 minutes late for the sermon I think I made pretty good time. Started this little physical exertion at 81ave and finally got to where to church was at 67ave. Joy. 14+ blocks including the detour in about 20 minutes. I feel like a whale, I'm so out of shape. Blagh. Well at least I didn't get a heart attack. Wasn't breathing too heavy either. Not too shabby for a student that hasn't done anything physical since high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-111078945298225086?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/111078945298225086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=111078945298225086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111078945298225086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/111078945298225086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-of-rest.html' title='Day of Rest...'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-110913245352050683</id><published>2005-02-22T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:23:44.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are never aware of the fact that life is so volatile till it strikes close to home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saying sorry is redundant and regards are just words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those associated with Welton, nothing can ever be done to reverse what has happened but remember that you are not alone in your grief. Let the tears flow freely for they help heal the soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;May we all part one day only to return to one another&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-110913245352050683?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/110913245352050683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=110913245352050683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/110913245352050683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/110913245352050683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/02/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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-10844034.post-110851876696660137</id><published>2005-02-15T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:24:43.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLELUJAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I HAVE DONE IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay well not really. Today at 8:15 is the cut off date for my psych test and if you can't tell, I've been putting this one off for a looong while. (current time 6:20 [Time of return from quest]) n_n;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;For some reason I'm really starting to dislike psych....might be mainly cause the chapters are so friggin HUGE. Ugh...but anyway I would have sworn I was going to fail. (~Nooooo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;There were like 6 of the questions that I didn't really know definately the answers for, and the most you can get wrong before you have to repeat the test is 4. (minimum of 80% to pass) I was really anxious, and yeah, I was not a happy guppy. But after antagonizing over the questions that I had 'if's' about I finally clicked the dreaded blue "mark test" button. (Blue is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;evil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [association with test results and the stupid error screens on windows]) and lo and behold.....I PASSED! WHOOP! I swear I could have jumped up there and start doing a dance but considering the other people in there were also doing tests and would not have taken kindly to my *ahem* joyous celebrations I decided to just stick to grinning like a dork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The only question I got wrong was one I definately did not know. One where it asked which province had the most clinical psychologists and which one had the least relative to population. Considering I just skimmed through the section with the statistics, how was I supposed to know Quebec had the most and Ontario had the least? Since most of everything that happens in Quebec and Ontario seem to be similar I would have thought that was not the case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That must mean that Quebecers are more mentally unstable. XD heheh, DON'T HURT ME. (I know people who are currently in Quebec, from Quebec and I like French. *grovels*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But anyways, now that THAT is over. I'm going to go and tackle my mountain of dishes that I swear is going to avalanche and kill me if I make the slightest movement and take out the trash, which I think I saw move.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-110851876696660137?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/110851876696660137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=110851876696660137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/110851876696660137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/110851876696660137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/02/hallelujah.html' title='HALLELUJAH!'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-110844311586014154</id><published>2005-02-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:29:02.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And he proclaimed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let there be light!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned on the lamp. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is my first post on blogger and man was it hard to pick a name that sounded good and looked nice that was not taken already. Grrrr, people, if you're not going to update your page for three years, please cancel your names! Arugh, but now that I have a name I'm rearing to go. And after I get my psychology reading done (which is out to kill me I swear), I will set forth and buy an HTML for dummies book and start on this right away. And juice! Gotta remember to buy juice.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-110844311586014154?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/110844311586014154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=110844311586014154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/110844311586014154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/110844311586014154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/02/at-beginning.html' title='At The Beginning...'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10844034.post-7579222487681718397</id><published>2005-02-14T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:24:30.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xanga Me</title><content type='html'>So here's my first post on xanga. Seriously, I have no idea what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately all I've been doing is staying up till 6 o'clock in the morning reading my chapter readings. I have a boring life, but I guess this is my 'just desserts' for having the last four months off. XD (which was really boring by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hope is that I get a good grade in psychology cause right now half the stuff I'm writing is going in one side of the brain and out the other. Sucks. I wish I was one of those smart brainy people with the photographic memories. Anyways, this was just one of my random 'getaway' moments in an attempt to distance my self from my studies (which is spread all over the glass table 5 feet from me right now...noooo) Anyways, back to reading...(aughhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally hoooo!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: This was originally posted on Xanga and moved here since I'm closing my Xanga. Poor Xanga, has seen no action from me since Januaray 14, 2006. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10844034-7579222487681718397?l=vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/feeds/7579222487681718397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10844034&amp;postID=7579222487681718397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7579222487681718397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10844034/posts/default/7579222487681718397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanilla-mochi.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-heres-my-first-post-on-xanga.html' title='Xanga Me'/><author><name>Omochi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299480187958661815</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>
