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Dog Gone</title><content type='html'>I was on it just yesterday and today, the account has been suspended. &amp;nbsp;According to some cached pages, I have found that my host has closed back on June 1 and I was unaware of it. &amp;nbsp;With no back up; I've lost all my files. &amp;nbsp;This has become quite distressing. &amp;nbsp;Nothing is free in this world. &amp;nbsp;I think since I've managed to get a job, it was only a matter of time that I lose something...and it turns out to be Stray Dog. &amp;nbsp;I know I haven't updated it since February but I had planned to continue maintaining it; no matter how rarely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the midst of trying to contact my former host and even the company he was hosted under. &amp;nbsp;Really hope its not entirely gone. &amp;nbsp;Really hope I can revive Stray Dog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4899055010178827871?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4899055010178827871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2011/07/stray-dog-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4899055010178827871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4899055010178827871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2011/07/stray-dog-gone.html' title='Stray Dog Gone'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-1544798786079966407</id><published>2011-06-30T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:30:01.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>I got part time work~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1c2837; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;HOW TO RECRUIT THE RIGHT PERSON FOR THE JOB?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put about 100 bricks in some particular order in a closed room with an Open window.&lt;br /&gt;Then send 2 or 3 candidates in the room and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave them alone and come back.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 hours and then analyze the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are counting the Bricks.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Accounts Department&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are recounting them..&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Auditing&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are arranging the Bricks in some strange order.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Planning&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are throwing the Bricks at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Operations&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Security&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have broken the bricks into pieces..&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Information Technology&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are sitting idle.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Human resources&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they say they have tried Different combinations,&lt;br /&gt;yet Not a brick has Been moved.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Sales&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have already left for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Marketing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are staring out of the Window.&lt;br /&gt;Put them on&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;Strategic Planning&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;If they are talking to each other and not a single brick has been moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate them and put them&lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="font-weight: bold !important;"&gt;TOP MANAGEMENT&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-1544798786079966407?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/1544798786079966407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2011/06/someone-took-all-backspace-keys-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1302657015218631689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1302657015218631689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2011/06/someone-took-all-backspace-keys-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' 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you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;What does "Play nice" mean? &amp;nbsp;According to Nikita, it means "stop fucking around." &amp;nbsp;This makes a lot of sense and it's such a clever and subtle nice way of saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-981286222598602229?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/981286222598602229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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BOOM: APs have bombarded</title><content type='html'>5 Concentration Pieces for AP Studio&lt;br /&gt;4 Essays for AP US&lt;br /&gt;3 NY Times Journals (2 pages each) for AP English&lt;br /&gt;2 Potential Breadth Pieces (Text Image + The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters) for AP Studio&lt;br /&gt;1 Treatment on E.B. White's Once More to the Lake for AP English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to this meager quantity of a break. &amp;nbsp;I would like to write here more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6244830096909612133?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6244830096909612133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-4-3-2-1-boom-aps-have-bombarded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6244830096909612133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6244830096909612133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-4-3-2-1-boom-aps-have-bombarded.html' title='5. 4. 3. 2. 1. BOOM: APs have bombarded'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7840546953368722744</id><published>2010-12-21T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:39:49.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap american'/><title type='text'>Oregimi</title><content type='html'>The Origami Club folded holiday stars for all the teachers over the last few club meets. &amp;nbsp;The diagram can be found&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bthsorigami.co.cc/Endla%20Saar%20-%20Saar%20Star.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;All the members contributed and we made over 330... with extras left over. &amp;nbsp;Some of us went down to distribute them into the teachers' mailboxes. &amp;nbsp;The following day, the announcements thanked us but...she pronounced "ore-gimi" or something like that...it's sad because I heard she's an English teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP American is so embarrassing. &amp;nbsp;We were talking about all these communities such as the Shakers, the Utopians, etc. and about how all of them attacked marriage because they believed in free love. &amp;nbsp;Then my teacher points me out and says something about me and my boyfriend. &amp;nbsp;I retorted I didn't have one and everyone's just laughing. &amp;nbsp;I didn't hear but I heard something about Nikita =_= &amp;nbsp;Stop with the misunderstandings please. &amp;nbsp;We are all friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7840546953368722744?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7749296707250120376</id><published>2010-12-13T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:43:11.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap studio art 2-d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concentration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap american'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap english'/><title type='text'>4-3-2</title><content type='html'>4 essays for AP American&lt;br /&gt;3 essays for AP English&lt;br /&gt;2 Concentrations&lt;br /&gt;All should be done by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you fucken sirias?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7749296707250120376?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7749296707250120376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-3-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7749296707250120376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7749296707250120376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-3-2.html' title='4-3-2'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8284338671789517048</id><published>2010-12-03T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:45:13.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap american'/><title type='text'>AP American</title><content type='html'>My test scores have been continually going down. &amp;nbsp;I always get 15/40 multiple choice questions wrong now! &amp;nbsp;I even read the textbook though =_________= &amp;nbsp;But seriously, this sucks. &amp;nbsp;I got in trouble for talking in class once and Mr. P pulled me out to the center of the class and lectured me. &amp;nbsp;Ugh... I know he hates me now. &amp;nbsp;I even try to stay awake in his class so he won't penalize me without my knowledge when he puts in grades. &amp;nbsp;Today though, I guess I was just staring into space and would slumber off because I pulled an all-nighter yesterday. &amp;nbsp;He suddenly calls my name. &amp;nbsp;WHY DOES HE KNOW MY NAME?! &amp;nbsp;NOOOOOO. &amp;nbsp;At the beginning of the year, I sat next to Nikita. &amp;nbsp;Since Mr. P is the advisor for YEA he remembered Nikita but not me. &amp;nbsp;He didn't know my name at all...always just motioning to me or calling me "you". &amp;nbsp;So he calls me and I snap back into reality. &amp;nbsp;h\He asks me "What is the Adam-Onis Treaty called the Trans-Continental Treaty?" &amp;nbsp;I really didn't know!!! &amp;nbsp;I guessed, "Because it involves the European countries." &amp;nbsp;He probably gave me this look but went on to talk with the smartasses that dominate the class discussions. &amp;nbsp;My friend who sat next to me told me that Trans-Continental meant throughout the Continent. &amp;nbsp;My answer was totally off! &amp;nbsp;Ugh...I was thinking Continental Army...so Trans-Continental is something global? &amp;nbsp;Hate this. Hate this. Hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8284338671789517048?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8284338671789517048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/12/ap-american.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8284338671789517048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8284338671789517048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/12/ap-american.html' title='AP American'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2048238339584401212</id><published>2010-11-06T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T18:53:21.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio art 2-d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Media</title><content type='html'>I picked this major because I thought I'd learn to use a broad variety of mediums and improve upon my artistic skills---to learn how to draw, basically. &amp;nbsp;I later found that we were expected to be&amp;nbsp;knowledgeable&amp;nbsp;in the arts beforehand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated. &amp;nbsp;I cannot improve with my lack of inspiration that has been holding me back in the field of design for years now. &amp;nbsp;It's just too hard for me to think of interesting ideas and much harder to put them down on paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My AP Studio Art 2-D teacher is a harsh grader; I've been receiving 65's and 75's on my pieces and I am infuriated with myself. &amp;nbsp;Of course, it would infuriate anyone if they had worked long and hard on something only to be given a grade that discourages them from trying to improve. &amp;nbsp;With such a succession of grades; no improvement seen, it just makes one feel as if they are stuck in a&amp;nbsp;never-ending&amp;nbsp;vortex and that they are unable to create anything worthy. &amp;nbsp;Then theres are these things we should see when evaluating a piece. &amp;nbsp;I just cannot grasp the understanding of seeing unity, balance, and rhythm in a piece; nor can I articulate what is causing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Graphic Design. &amp;nbsp;My teacher is computer-illiterate. &amp;nbsp;It is her first time teaching this course. &amp;nbsp;I am dreading it already; to having her next year for Web Design as well. &amp;nbsp;I don't understand her at all! &amp;nbsp;I don't know what she wants! &amp;nbsp;But when I do, I feel it is a complete waste of my time to do what she wants. &amp;nbsp;I also feel as if I've created a negative image of myself...at first acting as a know-it-all. &amp;nbsp;There was this guy who was just so full of himself that I had to show him up because he was becoming annoying. &amp;nbsp;Yet now, I've probably taken his place as some know-it-all bitch. &amp;nbsp;My teacher has realized that I know how to use Photoshop, and she assumes I can&amp;nbsp;maneuver&amp;nbsp;the program to make pieces for her examples. &amp;nbsp;Just because I know how to use Photoshop, doesn't mean I know how to use it well lady. &amp;nbsp;Another example why I'm not fond of her: she doesn't make examples to accompany her confusing explanations...she expects the ones who know how to use Photoshop, to make them for her. &amp;nbsp;As if.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2048238339584401212?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2048238339584401212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/11/media.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2048238339584401212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2048238339584401212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/11/media.html' title='Media'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5437280534390282160</id><published>2010-06-27T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:30:23.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honors trig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regents'/><title type='text'>Regents Grades</title><content type='html'>93, 94, 95, 96, 97&lt;br /&gt;Spanish, Trig, Global, Chemistry, English (WTF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&amp;nbsp; They are consecutive.&amp;nbsp; I'm upset that I messed up the standard deviation question on the trig regents; I got it right the first time but that stupid word "population" made me change it... I could've gotten a 96-98 :O!&amp;nbsp; I'm surprised about Spanish though; I've maintained a 97+ average and this is what I get?&amp;nbsp; I know I shouldn't complain but I'm a bit upset because I don't think I did my best &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5437280534390282160?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5437280534390282160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/06/regents-grades.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5437280534390282160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5437280534390282160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/06/regents-grades.html' title='Regents Grades'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-9122110859480903252</id><published>2010-06-22T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:08:30.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regents'/><title type='text'>Spanish Regent</title><content type='html'>I woke up quite early even though the Spanish Regent wasn't going to start until 1:15.&amp;nbsp; I left the house at 12 and got to the station to find that there was no Manhattan bound train due to construction so I would need to transfer after going all the way to Coney Island.&amp;nbsp; So it took twenty minutes for the train to arrive at my station and another ten minutes for the train to get to Coney Island.&amp;nbsp; Since the latter is the last stop, trains stand by to allow passengers to board before embarking.&amp;nbsp; It took another fifteen minutes to start going and when I got to school, it was 1:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is that the AP of LOTE happened to be in my room at the time I showed up late.&amp;nbsp; I ended up sitting on this extra table in the front of the room and proceeded with the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was due to the hazardous morning but I was a bit unorganized but somehow managed finish the test but if I wasn't so much of a mess, I think I would be more sure of my first answers and not change it to something that I would later find to be incorrect compared to my original choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired so I didn't even bother proofreading the writing part and just left.&amp;nbsp; Sucks that there was a bit of rain along the way to the train and I didn't have an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-9122110859480903252?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/9122110859480903252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/06/spanish-regent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/9122110859480903252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/9122110859480903252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/06/spanish-regent.html' title='Spanish Regent'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8960608587435634105</id><published>2010-06-21T16:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:09:32.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regents'/><title type='text'>Toy Story 3</title><content type='html'>Saw Toy Story 3 today and was also hoping to sneak into Karate Kid but the Alpine Theater is so small, it was impossible.  Movie was alright; humorous with a concise plot but I really dislike monkeys now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the Spanish Regents.  I'm so fcked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8960608587435634105?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8960608587435634105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/06/toy-story-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8960608587435634105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8960608587435634105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/06/toy-story-3.html' title='Toy Story 3'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5027805504949768279</id><published>2010-06-05T13:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:11:20.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I saw &lt;i&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons&lt;/i&gt; yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It was a great movie though, despite the ending being "unexpected"; it was pretty much anticipated since of course, these kinds of thrillers end with &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;the good guy turning out to be the evil mastermind in all this.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; After watching the movie, I think I developed a fear of black tongues.&amp;nbsp; I thought, if someone just suddenly stuck out their tongue at you and it was black, with a look as if they wanted to eat you, it's kind of gross and creepy---especially if that person was zombie-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the random post.&amp;nbsp; Life's been a bit uninteresting lately.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lab.andre-michelle.com/tonematrix"&gt;CLICK ME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5027805504949768279?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5027805504949768279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-saw-angels-demons-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5027805504949768279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5027805504949768279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-saw-angels-demons-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-1803969605666039191</id><published>2010-05-25T18:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T10:03:46.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Snagged from Xin Ru Alyssa [Sorry, mistake]</title><content type='html'>1. A hamper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. A calendar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A band poster&lt;br /&gt;4. Art projects&lt;br /&gt;5. Barcode sticker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Poster/picture I had since I was little&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Some Halloween decorations&lt;br /&gt;8. A lamp with a funky lamp shade&lt;br /&gt;9. A twin size bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Some burned CDs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Dead flowers&lt;br /&gt;12. An alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;13. A jewelry box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. A desk&lt;/b&gt; More like a former dining table.&lt;br /&gt;15. A laptop&lt;br /&gt;16. Some old recipes&lt;br /&gt;17. Shoprite coupon&lt;br /&gt;18. White out&lt;br /&gt;19. Digital camera&lt;br /&gt;20. Unicorn figurine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Post-it notes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Soup can converted into a pencil holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Pencils&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Pens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Lots of books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Manga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Car keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. House keys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Cork board&lt;br /&gt;30. Lots of keychains&lt;br /&gt;31. Magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Clothes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Hair products&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. A straightener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Pillows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. A television&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. A VCR/DVD player&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. VHS tapes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. DVDs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. A boxset to a television series&lt;br /&gt;41. Something from Egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. Money from different countries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Subway sub wrapper&lt;br /&gt;44. EasyBake oven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Backpack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Scarf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Shoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Notes from friends&lt;br /&gt;49. Holiday gifts I haven’t sorted through yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Money&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Hair dye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. A ruler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. My diary&lt;br /&gt;54. Book of my poems&lt;br /&gt;55. Packing tape&lt;br /&gt;56. Condoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. Dead batteries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Contact lens solution&lt;br /&gt;59. Glitter lamp&lt;br /&gt;60. Lava lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. Scissors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;62. Perfume&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63. Sunscreen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;64. Stationary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. A drawing model&lt;br /&gt;66. My Little Ponies&lt;br /&gt;67. A disposable camera&lt;br /&gt;68. Incense burner&lt;br /&gt;69. Incense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. School textbooks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Sailor Moon memorabilia&lt;br /&gt;72. A mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. Ceiling fan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;74. Glasses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Blacklight posters&lt;br /&gt;76. Bank book&lt;br /&gt;77. Business cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;78. Gloves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Candy&lt;br /&gt;80. Fortune cookie fortunes&lt;br /&gt;81. Bumper stickers&lt;br /&gt;82. CD player&lt;br /&gt;83. Temporary tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;84. Planners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;85. Folders&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. Notebooks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;87. Old birthday/holiday/etc. cards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. Tape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;89. Markers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. Stapler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;91. Lined paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;92. Blank paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Roll of undeveloped film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;94. Picture frame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;95. Awards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Flashlight&lt;br /&gt;97. Hair clips&lt;br /&gt;98. Trollz dolls&lt;br /&gt;99. Ferrero Rocher chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;100. Shipping boxes/envelopes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;101. Bags/boxes for gifts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Tissue paper&lt;br /&gt;103. Rug&lt;br /&gt;104. Fake flowers&lt;br /&gt;105. Fake bugs&lt;br /&gt;106. Ear plugs&lt;br /&gt;107. Dream catcher&lt;br /&gt;108. Magic 8 ball&lt;br /&gt;109. Locker mirror&lt;br /&gt;110. Ear muffs&lt;br /&gt;111. Winter coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;112. Slippers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;113. Hand sanitizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Outlet&lt;br /&gt;115. Tiger stuffed toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;116. Sewing machine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Hello Kitty stuff&lt;br /&gt;118. Old cell phones&lt;br /&gt;119. Lighter&lt;br /&gt;120. Good memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-1803969605666039191?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/1803969605666039191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/05/snagged-from-xin-ru.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1803969605666039191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1803969605666039191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/05/snagged-from-xin-ru.html' title='Snagged from &lt;s&gt;Xin Ru&lt;/s&gt; Alyssa [Sorry, mistake]'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-548592312589574811</id><published>2010-05-21T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:46:40.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brotha</title><content type='html'>...is a greedy selfish asshole according to his "friends".&amp;nbsp; Wow, I knew he was rebellious and takes advantage of my parents and grandparents but I never knew he had such a nasty personality.&amp;nbsp; I'm starting to really hate him.&amp;nbsp; I wanna kick him out kickhimout KICKHIMOUT my friggin' gosh.&amp;nbsp; HOW'D HE TURN OUT LIKE THIS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-548592312589574811?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/548592312589574811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-brotha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/548592312589574811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/548592312589574811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-brotha.html' title='My Brotha'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3357827692703248817</id><published>2010-05-16T18:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:50:29.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the walking 6.2 mi + for AIDs Walk and had a OD freeloading spree in the stead of the doing homework and studying for AP, I had to see the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two shots...&amp;nbsp; I'd really like to know what they are putting in me.&amp;nbsp; Is/had anyone getting/got Guardisil?&amp;nbsp; I'd really like to know more about it to decide whether I would get it or not before I need to start paying for insurance when I reach the age of ~19?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home through 9th Street again...&amp;nbsp; I saw a cat lying on the side of a tree trunk.&amp;nbsp; It was probably dead; I would've taken a picture but a guy came out of the house with a bag and asked me "Is it dead?"&amp;nbsp; "Yeah, probably." just as I was taking out my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this cat.&amp;nbsp; I saw it last week when I had to go out to help my mom carry some stuff home.&amp;nbsp; I was pulling a cart and I passed it as it stared at me.&amp;nbsp; I was about to take out some cake scraps to feed it but there were people looking at me and I began thinking &lt;i&gt;Can cats even eat cake?&amp;nbsp; What if it can't digest it?&lt;/i&gt; so I decided not to.&amp;nbsp; I would've liked to buy it a can of cat food but I had no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's dead.&amp;nbsp; It probably starved.&amp;nbsp; I'm sorry I didn't feed you.&amp;nbsp; RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&amp;nbsp; Turns out that my dad and grandparents attended a funeral today.&amp;nbsp; Today is probably a sad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3357827692703248817?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3357827692703248817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-walking-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3357827692703248817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3357827692703248817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-walking-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2105097385621692473</id><published>2010-05-01T19:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:54:58.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge - May</title><content type='html'>Snagged from Joann's blog... I probably won't be able to do it  everyday but I'll try.&amp;nbsp; It was originally a tumblr trend but we'll be doing here because we cool like that.&amp;nbsp; Happy Labor Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 01 — Your  favorite  song&lt;/s&gt; - Embers and Envelopes by Mae (both versions are good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ntj70vbKEI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ntj70vbKEI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5pYO5e9fLU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5pYO5e9fLU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Version&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 — Your favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newyork-tokyo.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/5cm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.newyork-tokyo.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/5cm.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard to choose from but Miyazaki movies have always been my favorite.&amp;nbsp; However, in the last few years, I've watched many movies that I thought were great.&amp;nbsp; I'll pick &lt;b&gt;5 Centimeters Per Second&lt;/b&gt; for this round because I thought the artwork associated with the changing seasons was beautiful and pleasant.&amp;nbsp; The stories were also very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I suck, already, I'm behind in 2 days!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day  03 — Your  favorite television program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/19/Monk_title_card.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/19/Monk_title_card.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like detective shows that don't have to many explicit scenes and feature an OCD protagonist with a bit of humor.&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 — Your favorite  book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scls.lib.wi.us/sun/images/AnInnocentSoldier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.scls.lib.wi.us/sun/images/AnInnocentSoldier.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 —  Your favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You see things; and you say ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never  were; and I say ‘Why not?"       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;— George Benard Shaw&lt;/div&gt;Day 06 — Whatever tickles  your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Your belly button. &lt;br /&gt;Day 07 — A  photo that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3768874781_dd8b1e3706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 08 — A  photo that makes you angry/sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2918882054_21f8edf777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2918882054_21f8edf777.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day  09 — A photo you took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S-iqDt0wb-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/NK-tX5A2tfg/s1600/Photo-00ga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S-iqDt0wb-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/NK-tX5A2tfg/s320/Photo-00ga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I swear, West 9th street has a lot of road kills.&amp;nbsp; This is the second I've found (&lt;a href="http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/flat-dead.html"&gt;the first was a cat&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; I actually don't know what this is...or whether it really is dead or just cooling off in the puddle.&lt;br /&gt;Day  10 — A photo of you taken over ten years  ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S-iqnk03FYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mneUh3wh_O4/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S-iqnk03FYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mneUh3wh_O4/s320/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S-iqtZJ0JcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/smKyPLuo2Jc/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S-iqtZJ0JcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/smKyPLuo2Jc/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wasn't sure which was from when I was 5...&amp;nbsp; I must be getting senile.&amp;nbsp; These are the faces of the one who would grow up to become the devil's child.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A photo of  you taken recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — Whatever  tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day  13 — A fictional book&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — A  non-fictional book&lt;br /&gt;Day 15  — A fanfic&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — A song that makes  you cry (or nearly)&lt;br /&gt;Day  17 — An art piece (painting, drawing,  sculpture, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 —  Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — A  talent of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day  20 — A hobby of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — A recipe&lt;br /&gt;Day  22 — A website&lt;br /&gt;Day  23 — A YouTube video&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — Whatever tickles  your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day  25 — Your day, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — Your week,  in great  detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — This month, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 —  This  year, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the   next 365 days&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2105097385621692473?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2105097385621692473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-day-challenge-may.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2105097385621692473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2105097385621692473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-day-challenge-may.html' title='30 Day Challenge - May'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3768874781_dd8b1e3706_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8604979731472796</id><published>2010-04-25T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:19:13.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened there stayed there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8604979731472796?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8604979731472796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-dream.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8604979731472796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8604979731472796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5622510740186912389</id><published>2010-04-19T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:34:39.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Fujoshi out of the Closet</title><content type='html'>Ah, so my brother told me that when his friend came over the other day, while playing Rockband, the said friend saw me reading something that disturbed him greatly.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty sure I was just online window shopping (ugh, such a terrible habit and waste of time) but now and then, I may be be distracted and decide to read some manga instead.&amp;nbsp; So my brother tells me the other day, "Hey Connie, you know, my friend saw you being gay".&amp;nbsp; Apparently, my reading yaoi is supposedly "gay" just because it happens to be gay romance.&amp;nbsp; He goes on to tell me about how his friend told all his classmates that Kel's old sister reads gay p0rn and this shocks many into thinking I am such a gay person.&amp;nbsp; This in turn, leaves me in a laughing fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I would have to apologize to them that my hobbies can't be permitted in their immature heads.&amp;nbsp; It's a shame that they can't accept the fact that I am attracted to the forbidden sort of romance that pull at my heartstrings after perusing through the innocent girly shoujo to the smut phases.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure many people I know already knows about this hobby of mine so I don't really care if some stranger brats I don't know are clued in as well.&amp;nbsp; In the end, having been found out like that makes me understand how guys feel as they watch p0rn when their dear mother walks in...&amp;nbsp; It leaves a surprise for moment but what done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Pssst...I discovered eBay; kill me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5622510740186912389?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5622510740186912389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/04/fujoshi-out-of-closet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5622510740186912389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5622510740186912389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/04/fujoshi-out-of-closet.html' title='Fujoshi out of the Closet'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5870301594491618263</id><published>2010-04-05T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:35:57.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>I have a problem...I got into online shopping... I already spent at least $90 =_= and am planning to buy a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most shopaholics, I don't shop for clothes.&amp;nbsp; I shop for batteries, wires (a probably more computer components when I have the cash), pens and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spending my new year's money...&amp;nbsp; *wallows in the corner of self-hate*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5870301594491618263?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5870301594491618263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/04/confessions-of-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5870301594491618263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5870301594491618263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/04/confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3031828563028988691</id><published>2010-04-01T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:51:44.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cementary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grave cleaning'/><title type='text'>Misassumed Intentions</title><content type='html'>On such a glorious day, I "walked the hill" for the second time this year.  I went grave-cleaning on Sunday as well though it was raining.  Today, my family visited my grandfather's father.  It's still a mystery to me as to why the granite block is inscribed with an English name and the year of birth is after the year my grandfather was born in.  My brother and I question our grandfather every year and apparently, there's more then one person buried in that spot; more like four at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the grave, we usually make a pit stop at a gas station.  Because my dad didn't need to refill gas, my grandmother and mom were going to give one of the station workers an orange; an obligatory gift for letting them use the station's restroom.  I saw my grandmother going up to this big black guy, who she assumed was an employee, and giving him the orange.  The guy already had his hands full with a stack of Pringles and a bottle of soda but he accepted it and then walked out of the gas station, turned a corner and was gone.   As he was walking, my grandfather starts shouting "Hey!  Where's he going?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one can conclude, he wasn't a gas station worker; just a customer.  My dad starts making a big fuss about my grandmother giving the orange away to a complete stranger; complaining like we gave away a bunch of cash.  It was hilarious though, since my grandmother didn't realize.  I laughed because she just assumed and gave it to the first person she saw.  I wonder how that guy felt?  I thought that my grandmother giving him the orange would be a good gesture; a suggestion that he should start eating healthier although that may be rude.  Then I remembered it was April Fool's Day and thought that he might've took it as a prank and wasted a perfectly good orange :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3031828563028988691?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3031828563028988691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/04/misassumed-intentions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3031828563028988691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3031828563028988691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/04/misassumed-intentions.html' title='Misassumed Intentions'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7755564702757047147</id><published>2010-03-15T17:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:44:00.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I saw a lot of movies over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; I watched &lt;i&gt;Sway&lt;/i&gt; (Yureru) featuring Adagiri Joe.&amp;nbsp; It was surprisingly suspenseful.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.midnighteye.com/reviews/sway.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the story and spoilers.  I also watched &lt;i&gt;Rush Hour 3&lt;/i&gt; on TBS on Saturday; never did get the chance to watch it and I thought it was especially funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Jeffrey's birthday so he invited a couple of us to movies and Friday's yesterday.&amp;nbsp; We all met up pretty late and had originally planned to eat first.&amp;nbsp; We followed up as planned but had only about 40 minutes to spend at Friday's; that includes waiting for the food.&amp;nbsp; The food finally came 10 minutes after the movie started.&amp;nbsp; We all rushed and had to pay like $30 tip for their crappy service; gosh.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to Jeffrey for treating all of us though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came late and ended up sitting in the first row to watch &lt;i&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/i&gt; in IMAX.&amp;nbsp; My eyes ached after it was over.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't at all that great though; it was very original but enjoyable because it had some bits of humor.&amp;nbsp; Initially I was against going with the others to see &lt;i&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/i&gt;; I've a distaste for horror things and it was against my principles to begin with, sneaking into another movie and all but the IMAX stripped me of a lot of cash and I didn't get my joys worth.&amp;nbsp; I ended up liking it overall though; it was thriller and wasn't horror at all but they did have some gruesome scenes.&amp;nbsp; The movie plays with the mind of the characters and even the heads of the viewers.&amp;nbsp; I think I got a bit of headache but at least I got it; the plot was intricate and opens to reveal a revelation.&amp;nbsp; Awesome movie though so you people should check it out sometime :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7755564702757047147?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7755564702757047147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/03/movies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7755564702757047147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7755564702757047147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/03/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6548211703956900323</id><published>2010-03-13T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:08:19.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone's talking about it; the major selection.&amp;nbsp; There's not much to say but I just wanted to wish everyone luck!&amp;nbsp; I hope you guys get into a good major of your choosing :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6548211703956900323?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6548211703956900323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyones-talking-about-it-major.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6548211703956900323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6548211703956900323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyones-talking-about-it-major.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3824550279247596682</id><published>2010-02-14T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:54:50.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my desk :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S3hwpZNEEgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/df7y4J9fZSc/s1600-h/DSC04152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S3hwpZNEEgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/df7y4J9fZSc/s320/DSC04152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S3hwqBb17YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DWibZlv3NZU/s1600-h/DSC04153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S3hwqBb17YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DWibZlv3NZU/s320/DSC04153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You should to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3824550279247596682?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3824550279247596682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3824550279247596682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3824550279247596682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S3hwpZNEEgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/df7y4J9fZSc/s72-c/DSC04152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3547839817763599243</id><published>2010-02-01T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:02:51.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut &amp; Bleed: A Life Lesson</title><content type='html'>Living is admirable.&amp;nbsp; If you can't continue such an action, then you are a coward.&amp;nbsp; Why not be brave about it anyway if you're going to finish yourself off?&amp;nbsp; Cut vertically; slit the vein to end it all instead of cutting horizontally just to make it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came upon a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was once a girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one liked her so they teased her and thus, she is left an outcast.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She thought "You will all regret everything you've done to me and live with a guilty conscious forever," and killed herself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The others who had made fun of her continue to laugh and live everyday as they had.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Isn't it better now that she is gone?" they giggled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to kill yourself just to spite those who have degraded you, have you always been so conceited as to think that they will care after you have passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losers.&amp;nbsp; What makes you think that you are so important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend...well, I guess you can call her that considering we've known each other for at least two years.&amp;nbsp; Despite being treated like a punching bag, I have low standards for friendship; we share a few laughs?&amp;nbsp; Then we are considered friends; even if we are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last year of middle school, I saw her arms, her wrists, her scars.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything to stop her.&amp;nbsp; There's probably nothing that can be said that hasn't been said already.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit shocked though.&amp;nbsp; I'd never expected.&amp;nbsp; My only response was "You should stop" and "Does it hurt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the thoughts running through my head last night.&amp;nbsp; I'd wanted to think up some life lessons to tell the students today.&amp;nbsp; Simple stories like the one about the forest and turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered at an elementary school to help Rebecca's mom with work at her library.&amp;nbsp; Molly, Rebecca and I stamped books and stuck on stickers and tape for a few hours.&amp;nbsp; Then we went out for lunch.&amp;nbsp; It was nice considering Rebecca's mom treated us with an $8 bakery gift card.&amp;nbsp; The day went by blissfully.&amp;nbsp; We read to kids in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; The little people were alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the school day was over; Rebecca went off to track and I had to go around Ctown with Molly to find some cheap perfume for her friend.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to get a knock off and it seems that all the places we went to were owned by Indian people.&amp;nbsp; She got the product for around half the original price...&amp;nbsp; then again; it was diluted.&amp;nbsp; I feared that those storekeepers we rejected were gonna jump us sooner or later and proceed with theft.&amp;nbsp; Luckly, we made it back to BK safely and just jumped from store to store for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed math.&amp;nbsp; I am very content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3547839817763599243?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3547839817763599243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/02/cut-bleed-life-lesson.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3547839817763599243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3547839817763599243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/02/cut-bleed-life-lesson.html' title='Cut &amp; Bleed: A Life Lesson'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3134454661925592731</id><published>2010-01-21T20:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:23:02.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>An Intellectual Convo in One Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="1701" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;moldie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="1702" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;8:19&amp;nbsp;pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;what does snow signify?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1704" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;onion-san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="1705" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;8:19&amp;nbsp;pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #272725; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;precursor to bloodshed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="1707" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #272725; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;lost of innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #272725; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;reminiscence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1711" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;moldie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="1712" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;8:19&amp;nbsp;pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;SNOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;WHITE SNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1715" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;onion-san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="1716" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;8:19&amp;nbsp;pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #272725; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3134454661925592731?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3134454661925592731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/intellectual-convo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3134454661925592731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3134454661925592731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/intellectual-convo.html' title='An Intellectual Convo in One Minute'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5440236768878739548</id><published>2010-01-20T20:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:26:31.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Encounter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #003300; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;So today, Molly and I went to the Brooklyn Public Library to attempt to "study" for the finals. She showed me this magic card trick which later turned out to be not so magical. Anyways, we encountered these two people who were quite interesting. The two girls, one Caucasian and one Hispanic, i believe, were a bit rotund. The Caucasian girl was very gangster and kept her hood on the whole time. As it turns out, they were actually freshmen at Madison HS. I guess they were trying to be friendly but it just seemed ... weird. Thinking back, I was pretty stupid for mentioning our names, or rather, Molly's name, despite the fact she told me to shut up MULTIPLE times. For future references, do not mention any names and personal info to a friendly stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5440236768878739548?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5440236768878739548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/weird-encounter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5440236768878739548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5440236768878739548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/weird-encounter.html' title='Weird Encounter...'/><author><name>Ghost Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322272880713946390</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-5244932932055716149.post-2916826150295180652</id><published>2010-01-09T15:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:23:47.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rowing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>Let's Row!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...Not really.&amp;nbsp; I white lied to my mom telling her I couldn't do my volunteer work at the office yesterday because something came up at school.&amp;nbsp; I actually decided to go along with to rowing club because I heard they wanted to make a website and I would like to help.&amp;nbsp; I had originally wanted to join but it falls on the same day as my volunteer work.&amp;nbsp; I asked my parents if I can work on another day and they ended up forbidding me from getting on a boat when I can't even swim.&amp;nbsp; We weren't going to row yesterday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rebecca, Molly, Peter, Josh, Jiaxie and I went to Target first because Rebecca wanted to get a bikini (apparently they run out when summer comes along and the only restocking time is in the winter.)&amp;nbsp; While Rebecca was trying them out, the rest of us were unrolling toilet paper as fast as we could.&amp;nbsp; Not literally; it's an app on Peter's iTouch.&amp;nbsp; First place went to Jiaxie and then it was Peter.&amp;nbsp; I managed to get into the top ten the first try and took third place the second time I tried.&amp;nbsp; Then Molly comes along and gets into second place out of no where. &amp;nbsp; She later tried again and placed first place! o.o&amp;nbsp; WTF.&amp;nbsp; The runner-ups were upset but poor Josh didn't even get into top ten :(&amp;nbsp; We stopped playing because Peter's battery was low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jeoMa0rDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vwG6yHntP1M/s1600-h/Photo-0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jeoMa0rDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vwG6yHntP1M/s320/Photo-0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The city is beautiful in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did at the rowing destination was eat.&amp;nbsp; I had one and a half peanut butter sandwiches, a hot dog, nachos, and two cups of tea.&amp;nbsp; The hot dogs were cooked with a microwave.&amp;nbsp; The water for the tea was boiled in the microwave.&amp;nbsp; There was something about hamster milk too.&amp;nbsp; After we ate, we were supposed to learn about Coxwain but since it was late, we all decided to go.&amp;nbsp; I got a call from my mom that I had to go to a restaurant dinner so I had to get off at 8 ave.&amp;nbsp; I thought I was late but it turns out the dinner was at like 8.&amp;nbsp; I had more than an hour to spare so Molly accompanied me.&amp;nbsp; She got some bubble tea and then we walked around Hong Kong Supermarket looking at bowls and soap and food, etc, had a few laughs and having me embarrass myself a couple of times.&amp;nbsp; The reason we went to the supermarket in the first place was because I had to use the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; The bathroom was in the basement.&amp;nbsp; It was horrifying with having to stare at p0rno graffiti on the door (and some racial comments in Spanish such as "&lt;s&gt;Mastizos&lt;/s&gt; Dominicans go back to your dirty countries") as I did my business and suffocating in the stench of cigarettes (there were two cigarette buds in the toilet.)&amp;nbsp; Molly was outside complaining and lied to me saying there was a line so I hurried.&amp;nbsp; There was what seem like an employee's bathroom which was occupied when I went and she told me that when a woman came outside, that bathroom actually smelled nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je0SevovI/AAAAAAAAAEc/azfoxleyxtg/s1600-h/Photo-0041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je0SevovI/AAAAAAAAAEc/azfoxleyxtg/s200/Photo-0041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The reason for the dinner was because my mom's friend won a gift certificate for a free duck.&amp;nbsp; My mom and I ate with her friend and her friend's husband and daughter.&amp;nbsp; We had about five dishes and all of them were new to me except the sweet and sour pork.&amp;nbsp; The image on the left shows the dish redeem from the certificate.&amp;nbsp; It's called Beijing duck I think.&amp;nbsp; We stuff the bread with a piece of duck and the so-called scallions (I think it's actually just lettuce or something close to this) and dress it in some Hosan sauce.&amp;nbsp; I took photos of the food with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je5ukTzMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MZDVEI_lb-g/s1600-h/Photo-0045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je5ukTzMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MZDVEI_lb-g/s320/Photo-0045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je7mlsY5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/cL-ZM0fOQ9U/s1600-h/Photo-0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je7mlsY5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/cL-ZM0fOQ9U/s320/Photo-0046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The soup contains tofu, the greens and pieces of duck (with a lot of bone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je9OUO3BI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3XuwR8JTxfk/s1600-h/Photo-0047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je9OUO3BI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3XuwR8JTxfk/s320/Photo-0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je_ki3dCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77eeWomFHcY/s1600-h/Photo-0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0je_ki3dCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77eeWomFHcY/s320/Photo-0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The fire goes out by itself.&amp;nbsp; This is frog.&amp;nbsp; The winter melon tasted really good.&amp;nbsp; We also had this vegetable dish and I thought it looked bitter at first but it turned out delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfAZUpGCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PhG8K_UsxQA/s1600-h/Photo-0050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfAZUpGCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PhG8K_UsxQA/s320/Photo-0050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfBbd4LcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/liUNzy4Zb4U/s1600-h/Photo-0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfBbd4LcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/liUNzy4Zb4U/s320/Photo-0051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfEcs4lzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1J9CZwzE98Q/s1600-h/Photo-0052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfEcs4lzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1J9CZwzE98Q/s320/Photo-0052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Coconut jelly was for desert.&amp;nbsp; We also had a slice of honeydew cut into pieces and a bowl of red bean soup (without the tapioca.)&amp;nbsp; I put some of the soup on the jelly, it still tasted pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfFElZkSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0vY3Ux4nnXE/s1600-h/Photo-0053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfFElZkSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0vY3Ux4nnXE/s200/Photo-0053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfFx4GyuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qvwLdQAqJ9s/s1600-h/Photo-0054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jfFx4GyuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qvwLdQAqJ9s/s200/Photo-0054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2916826150295180652?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2916826150295180652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-row.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2916826150295180652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2916826150295180652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-row.html' title='Let&apos;s Row!'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/S0jeoMa0rDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vwG6yHntP1M/s72-c/Photo-0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2139369226952221864</id><published>2010-01-02T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:44:34.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Fireworks and Life</title><content type='html'>I heard a crackling sound that sounded like bullets followed by whistles that sounded like bombs.&amp;nbsp; Thinking the house was being under attacked, I looked through the window shade for the opponent only to find a fire display in the middle of the street in front of my house.&amp;nbsp; Someone left a can and the lights were bursting out of it.&amp;nbsp; I freaked out because I thought that if the fragments of fire were to touch the car, it'd set the vehicle to burst into flames or explode.&amp;nbsp; However, after seeing as to how a car just managed to squeeze past the fireworks, I thought wrong.&amp;nbsp; I went to get my phone to tape the whole event but it went out with a last whistle and large outburst before I got to press record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject, I am to write a poem following a guideline for a Spanish project.&amp;nbsp; This is my poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;En el océano, en la tierra, en todas partes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hermosa, nostálgica, preciosa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se nace, crece, muere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;La vida es corta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;La vida, vivir la vida al máximo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the ocean, on the earth, everywhere,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful, nostalgic, precious,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is born, grows, dies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is short.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life, live life to the fullest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obstacle keeping me from finishing this project is making up a visual of it.&amp;nbsp; I can't think of much to portray my point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2139369226952221864?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2139369226952221864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/fireworks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2139369226952221864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2139369226952221864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks and Life'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6219351845148029558</id><published>2010-01-01T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:03:44.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010!</title><content type='html'>Instead of watching the ball drop, I was watching movies.&amp;nbsp; Instead of starting homework yesterday, I was watching movies.&amp;nbsp; I realized today was Friday...&amp;nbsp; School's in less than three days = I'm fucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6219351845148029558?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6219351845148029558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6219351845148029558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6219351845148029558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010!'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7426204752179769343</id><published>2009-12-30T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:40:32.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>The Ghost and I</title><content type='html'>Maybe it was all a dream but it seemed pretty real (in the beginning encounter.)&amp;nbsp; I couldn't tell between the realities when I was asleep.&amp;nbsp; I've always been a superstitious person and it upsets me.&amp;nbsp; I had a certain period in my life when I was afraid to go to the bathroom because I feared what would come out of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a closet that's located across the bathroom in the hallway that leads to the living room at my residence.&amp;nbsp; A few times, I walked through the hallway and would see a guy standing in front of the closet.&amp;nbsp; He was expressionless but also looked solemn.&amp;nbsp; When I questioned him, he wouldn't answer so I tried to drag him to move out of the way only to fall through.&amp;nbsp; I sorta freaked and no one would listen when I told them my house was haunted...=x=&amp;nbsp; The guy eventually disappeared into the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the more detailed fragments because I woke up since the delivery man was knocking on the door.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, I was part of some goodwill organization and we were going to leave some gifts at some tombs of people whose graves remain empty because they had no relatives.&amp;nbsp; Someone went with me to deliver condolences.&amp;nbsp; I left a wrapped up gourd at one grave.&amp;nbsp; The tomb next to it had a long cherry wooden table (you know those low rise tables that can only be used when you sit on the floor; mainly seen in historical Asian dramas where the royals use it for scribing?)---it's strange why we would give a dead person such furnishings.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, as we were leaving, a bandit came and took the wrapped gourd.&amp;nbsp; When I managed to get it back, the guy went after the table (&amp;gt;.&amp;gt; this is starting to sound more like a dream xD) It turns out that the grave belonged to that ghost I was talking about earlier.&amp;nbsp; Then there's probably a scene where they explain the reason for giving a scroll table to the guy.&amp;nbsp; In the end, I guess the thief went mad because he saw spirits and the ghost was finally able to rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the dream :X&amp;nbsp; Wish I remembered more of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7426204752179769343?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7426204752179769343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/ghost-and-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7426204752179769343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7426204752179769343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/ghost-and-i.html' title='The Ghost and I'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7889739732020066155</id><published>2009-12-29T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:11:17.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went Metropolitan Museum of Art for the third time.&amp;nbsp; I keep forgetting that going to a museum is quite a tantalizing experience if one was to stay too long.&amp;nbsp; It must be the smell given off by the ancient pieces that linger the senses... but I always feel quite exhausted after a while; dizzy as well.&amp;nbsp; But don't get me wrong, I enjoy visiting museums and seeing what they have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the MET accompanying Nana and her cousin Ruola so the prior can do her extra credit work.&amp;nbsp; The last two times I went was for extra credit or project orientated, though we just had to show evidence that we did go.&amp;nbsp; Nana had to find certain paintings and answer questions about them... It was irritating looking for certain works but we managed to get them all after two hours.&amp;nbsp; The most annoying thing about museums is the size.&amp;nbsp; There are so many miniature rooms categorized under one heading and it gets confusing. What surprised me most of all was the line to get into the museum.&amp;nbsp; It stretched longer than the time I went to the JYP auditions but moved faster.&amp;nbsp; It was shocking having to walk to the end which was at least 30 feet away because the last few times I went, we just went in without waiting (I was smart this time because I didn't bring food.)&amp;nbsp; Overall, the art pieces were amazing and appeals to leave a fascinating impression.&amp;nbsp; Nana might post some of the pictures because she had a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been very productive during my vacation thus far... It upsets me but I'd still rather read manga, fold origami and watch dramas and movies instead of doing homework (even if I wasn't on vacation)... I opened my schoolbag yesterday to see what has to be done.&amp;nbsp; I was fortunate because I found out that the Rock Candy lab that is due for Chemistry required at least 7 days so if I was to start yesterday, I had exactly 7 days before break is over.&amp;nbsp; I hurried over to my cousin's house so she can help me out and now I just need to wait exactly 7 days.&amp;nbsp; My rock candy is flavored with lemon extract, which wasn't part of the ingredients but I added it in... hopefully it doesn't mess up the whole procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before winter vacation started, I brought in fruit pudding for most of my friends but ended up giving away a few to people I rarely talk to because I felt bad if I were to reject them.&amp;nbsp; Towards the end of the day, I just gave everyone else candy :X&amp;nbsp; What sucked most is I made kusudamas for some people who were giving me gifts but as I was going to school... one of them broke and I end up losing a piece.&amp;nbsp; I didn't finish putting together&amp;nbsp; the Arabesque one and during lunch, I ended up loosing about seven pieces of the it (they might've been thrown out with some lunch trays.)&amp;nbsp; While I was working on the broken kusudama (I'm not sure what it's called) in the library during my free period (Veronika was nice enough to give me some computer paper to make more pieces)... it was strange but it seems I lost a lot more pieces somehow.&amp;nbsp; If it was just one, that would've been fine but maybe ten pieces were missing so I wasn't able to give anyone their present... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend that ditched me on Halloween came over when I was at the museum and gave me a box full of chocolates for Christmas (but since it's so late, I feel like it was just a last minute thought.)&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what to make of it.&amp;nbsp; After that heart-breaking experience followed by no contact whatsoever...&amp;nbsp; I'd thought we'd just broken off just like that.&amp;nbsp; Oh woe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7889739732020066155?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7889739732020066155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-metropolitan-museum-of-art-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7889739732020066155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7889739732020066155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-metropolitan-museum-of-art-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8388349748285988103</id><published>2009-12-14T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:51:09.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SybpJP0WKxI/AAAAAAAAADs/808GU2A3qQM/s1600-h/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SybpJP0WKxI/AAAAAAAAADs/808GU2A3qQM/s320/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I came across &lt;a href="http://navy.nm.land.to/ukgk/flele/beginner.html"&gt;Flele&lt;/a&gt;, a sound ghost music player.&amp;nbsp; For more in depth info, visit&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.iupui.edu/%7Ekvweber/n241/singwithme/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Basically, you download and unzip the file.&amp;nbsp; Click the icon to open (I made a shortcut in my taskbar for it.)&amp;nbsp; A character will appear, you drag *mp3 file to it and it'll start "singing" along.&amp;nbsp; Very cute :3&amp;nbsp; My current one is the original character Lechat from X-Down by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://rannsama.deviantart.com/gallery/#flele-shell"&gt;rannsama&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; You can find more flele from dA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I have no life...&amp;nbsp; Today, I wasted about two hours working on a little guide &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://tatsuki.webng.com/untitled-3.jpg"&gt;PART 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tatsuki.webng.com/006.jpg"&gt;PART 2&lt;/a&gt; (after clicking M for menu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Syb3JF9wY2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/EAcINIbKYps/s1600-h/003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Syb3JF9wY2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/EAcINIbKYps/s320/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Syb3K-PnIwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9XjuIn931qg/s1600-h/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Syb3K-PnIwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9XjuIn931qg/s320/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8388349748285988103?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8388349748285988103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/flele.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8388349748285988103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8388349748285988103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/flele.html' title='Flele'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SybpJP0WKxI/AAAAAAAAADs/808GU2A3qQM/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4233413204121307318</id><published>2009-12-09T19:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:36:18.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The rat, it drowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; The tissues made my grandpa very happy.&amp;nbsp; He was giddy and all.&amp;nbsp; I mean, 250 2-ply for $1?!&amp;nbsp; And it's from Scotties; my family's favorite tissue brand (because it's all soft~)&amp;nbsp; So nostalgic, the tissue I've used in my childhood :O&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;My dad bought $55 worth of tissue...&lt;/s&gt;  Yeah, I should probably stop complaining about the constant lose of money.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, it seems I've misplaced my keys.&amp;nbsp; I expect it to be located at that Italian restaurant because I vaguely remember dropping all my stuff.&amp;nbsp; While I was gathering everything, I saw my keys but unconsciously, didn't bother to pick it up?!&amp;nbsp; Now I need to go to the restaurant one of these days, hopefully before my grandparents find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been (a) rat(s) living under my bed the past few months.&amp;nbsp; Once in a while, I would gather all my stuff and compact it so the rat can't make a home in any roomy places; my grandmother has always said my bed was a breathing ground for critters and rodents---I live in a pigsty.&amp;nbsp; My brother used to buy some snacks and we would hide it under my bed; in a rush to keep it in stealth from my grandparents.&amp;nbsp; When we finally remember it was down there, we found the packaging clawed through and some of the edibles had been consumed.&amp;nbsp; Indirectly, we were helping them noisy rodents live and thrive.&amp;nbsp; One time, one of those bastards got stuck in the sink.&amp;nbsp; It couldn't get out.&amp;nbsp; My ignorant mother stuck her hand in to grab it by the tail and it used her arm as a ramp to escape. &amp;nbsp; We were constantly able to capture one rat, and another would come into the open after a few days... they probably breed like rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and my grandpa tells me the most recent (and probably last) rat has been trapped.&amp;nbsp; I saw the metal box rattle; apparently, the rodent was still alive.&amp;nbsp; Later on, my grandpa brings the container and hoses water into the tiny slits.&amp;nbsp; The rat probably drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they're not rats... they are mice.&amp;nbsp; I don't give a damn because they are both annoying pests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4233413204121307318?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4233413204121307318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/rat-it-drowns.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4233413204121307318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4233413204121307318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/rat-it-drowns.html' title='The rat, it drowns'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2107195170981490099</id><published>2009-12-06T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:33:03.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents went out to refund the monitor... we lost the $10 that paid for shipping.&amp;nbsp; My dad found an iPhone and gave it to my brother.&amp;nbsp; We used the refunded money to get a $25 charger.&amp;nbsp; It was puny and can't even be considered a charger because all you do is attach it to the computer.&amp;nbsp; I searched up some chargers online...&amp;nbsp; There are Home/Car charger packs that cost $25...&amp;nbsp; I hate you Best Buy.&amp;nbsp; How can you lie to people like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to refund one of my Pond's Cold Cream to get some money to pay for my brother's fine.&amp;nbsp; The thing is, I got the receipt in which my mom used her credit card.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking of exchanging it for the Dry Skin Cream and going back another day to refund it for cash (since I got a separate receipt where the latter was bought with cash.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta regret going to Molly's birthday dinner yesterday.&amp;nbsp; The thing is, I wasted my $20 of life savings on spaghetti.&amp;nbsp; It's not worth it.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't have mind if I got more variety and dishes if we had gone to a classic Chinese restaurant instead.&amp;nbsp; I mean, we didn't even know what to order.&amp;nbsp; I pity Jeffrey who got some sort of sausage and bitter greens dish.&amp;nbsp; The total bill came up to about $330.&amp;nbsp; Each dish was at least $15...&amp;nbsp; I don't think I'll ever go to an Italian restaurant again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the school play on Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; I need $10...&amp;nbsp; I'm probably gonna have to use half of what's left of my money now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if no one really cares about what I spend money on but these financial issues are really bringing me down :(&amp;nbsp; How will I be able to spend for Christmas, I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2107195170981490099?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2107195170981490099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-parents-went-out-to-refund-monitor.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2107195170981490099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2107195170981490099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-parents-went-out-to-refund-monitor.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5572320801355652474</id><published>2009-12-05T00:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:30:24.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staying up late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Late</title><content type='html'>I made my brother's library fine $26 for overdue books and I promised I would keep his card valid...&amp;nbsp; Now I need money to pay the fine in order to continue borrowing books (limit is $15) and renew the current ones.&amp;nbsp; I can't ask my parents because I know they don't have money, would question me and then tell my relatives about how I'm kinda ruining my family financially (they did this when they found out I wasted all my Chinese New Years money on book orders back in 2nd grade.)&amp;nbsp; This is quite strange considering I've always thought that I never really get what I want.&amp;nbsp; On the contrary, I think it's better this way because it saves up for the things I actually need and these needs are usually expensive :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a dick.&amp;nbsp; He sleeps at 1 or 2 every night; even when he doesn't even fucken have homework.&amp;nbsp; It's pissing me off knowing that he's ruining his health and my XP computer by stressing it.&amp;nbsp; He took up Maplestory again and I just can't take that he's wasting another year of his life; how could he have not realized when he wasted 2 years of his life a while back?!&amp;nbsp; I wanted my brother to become an average kind of man, with a little or more build; not a fatass geek who wouldn't even be able to get a girl.&amp;nbsp; I bet he's going to regret this in the future since I'm failing to help him open his eyes to the consequences now.&amp;nbsp; It's my fault as well since I started sleeping so late.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could sleep earlier... this is becoming a terrible habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SxnucReUlRI/AAAAAAAAADk/j5vz4HduEEU/s1600-h/01.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SxnucReUlRI/AAAAAAAAADk/j5vz4HduEEU/s200/01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy crap, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to react but my dad saw me reading what he probably interprets as p0rn.&amp;nbsp; I read worse things but I try to keep them all stealth... pretty good at it too, considering I used to read smut when my grandparents were right behind me watching television.&amp;nbsp; I was reading the latest chapter of &lt;b&gt;Say I Love You&lt;/b&gt;; haven't read girly romance manga in a while.&amp;nbsp; It's actually really cute but since it's set around high school kids, its obvious there would be hints of sexual acts involved.&amp;nbsp; There's no explicit content though!&amp;nbsp; It just so happened I open the chapter image and it was the image to the left.&amp;nbsp; It does look a bit perverted but after reading the chapter, I interpreted the image as portraying the innocence of the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I apologize if the image "tainted" you.&amp;nbsp; Get over it.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Oh and Xin Ru, you're probably the only person whose blog I've yet commented on.&amp;nbsp; Will get to you soon!&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5572320801355652474?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5572320801355652474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleeping-late.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5572320801355652474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5572320801355652474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleeping-late.html' title='Sleeping Late'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SxnucReUlRI/AAAAAAAAADk/j5vz4HduEEU/s72-c/01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4646934747143029712</id><published>2009-11-29T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:07:22.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Relatively New</title><content type='html'>So I went out to get my XP fixed and I find out that it was a hard drive problem that can't be fix.&amp;nbsp; I had to get a new 160gb hard drive and that totaled $55 with the $35 labor of installing it along with getting back some data from the damaged drive.&amp;nbsp; The guy was gonna get my data back for free (if it was a few mb which turned out to be 10 gigs) so if I just left with my hard drive not installed, I could've saved $35 (not actually saying I can do it myself but it can't be that hard connecting a few wires, could it?---he took out the hard drive in like 1 minute.)&amp;nbsp; It's not even guarantied the XP can last 3 months considering all the other components are so fcken ancient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, I'm so worried for my family's finances this month.&amp;nbsp; We spent maybe $400 more than usual (and most of it is on credit which isn't used so often!) and now they plan to get a friggin' drawer?&amp;nbsp; (Although I do think we need one since our current one has crooked shelfs that separate the clothes in a zig zig pattern.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, wasted like 5 hours today reinstalling some programs and the like.&amp;nbsp; I still have an English essay I've yet started!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4646934747143029712?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4646934747143029712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/relatively-new.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4646934747143029712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4646934747143029712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/relatively-new.html' title='Relatively New'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2143520493802439288</id><published>2009-11-27T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:04:28.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='error'/><title type='text'>Equivalent Exchange</title><content type='html'>Something from Fullmetal Alchemist but also a true concept in the world, or so I believe.&amp;nbsp; So although I was happy with all the cheap stuff I was able to get... something is always there to spite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I got: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SxBFjnxM9vI/AAAAAAAAADc/q-sBP1akUJA/s1600/DSC04112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SxBFjnxM9vI/AAAAAAAAADc/q-sBP1akUJA/s320/DSC04112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SxBFgYTXuII/AAAAAAAAADU/tke0QQSGvRI/s1600/DSC04111.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SxBFgYTXuII/AAAAAAAAADU/tke0QQSGvRI/s320/DSC04111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The result of the cancellation order was unsuccessful.  I'll refund it if I don't sell it off (&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEW Acer X203H 20" Widescreen Flat-Panel HD LCD Monitor (Black) for $95!&lt;/span&gt;)&amp;nbsp; Best buy is an ass... why'd fck can't they just cancel the fcken order when they didn't even ship it off yet?!!!&amp;nbsp; I need to waste $9.71 on shipping and won't get a friggin' refund.&amp;nbsp; HATE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom sold of one of my new USBs to her friend for $15 (we profit a few cents) cause she saw that I had like a few others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was decided that my brother will be using the new monitor.&amp;nbsp; It looks nicer with the XP than the Vista.&amp;nbsp; I'll be using the &lt;a href="http://stray-dog.tyl.cc/2009/03/04/57/"&gt;V7 monitor &lt;/a&gt;I got at the beginning of the year; still not used to the widescreen so I'll stick with square monitors.&amp;nbsp; Before connecting anything, I decided I'll do some cleaning up.&amp;nbsp; My brother and I OD dusted off the computer (insides and out) and when we reconnected everything, the computer doesn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an error which I believe is a combination of dusting off parts we shouldn't have touched and having the updates when the computer shut down.&amp;nbsp; I got a &lt;b&gt;01/01/0: Error allocating I/O Bar for PCI device&lt;/b&gt; which is preventing me from fixing the other problem with the &lt;b&gt;missing vgaoem.fon&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The latter would be fixed somehow with the OS installation but I can't run it because of the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that we had math homework.&amp;nbsp; I haven't even started my other hw yet.&amp;nbsp; I'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any sleep after waking up 5:30 in the morning and sleeping at about 1 last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life stinks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2143520493802439288?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2143520493802439288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/equivalent-exchange.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2143520493802439288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2143520493802439288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/equivalent-exchange.html' title='Equivalent Exchange'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SxBFjnxM9vI/AAAAAAAAADc/q-sBP1akUJA/s72-c/DSC04112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4813351473419252589</id><published>2009-11-27T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:57:06.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><title type='text'>Black Friday: Organized Society</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 5:30 and waited on line at Staples for about 45 minutes.&amp;nbsp; There was a drizzle and my mom and I had no umbrella.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, it wasn't as hectic as I thought it'd be.&amp;nbsp; There was a line that stretched around the parking lot and they only allowed 10 people to go in at a time.&amp;nbsp; What's funny is, 10 people would go in about every 5-10 minutes and only one person would come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get two HP 8gb USBs (two because my mom thought it was cheap and didn't want us to have stayed on line for so long for no reason.)&amp;nbsp; We were on yet another line for check-out.&amp;nbsp; While my mom waited online, she would notice what other people are getting and would tell me to get some more stuff too.&amp;nbsp; We got a pack of Staples brand 100 CD-R since it's only about $5 after rebate.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to get a new mouse for my XP since the optical one has been around for a while but apparently, the $10 HP mouse was sold out.&amp;nbsp; We ended up getting a $30 Microsoft Wireless Laser Mouse and Keyboard set (it was $50 off); my brother is not allowed to use it until he starts sleeping earlier and gets into a specialized high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wanted me to get the $90 eMachines 21.5" monitor since it would be cheaper to get the one I order online yesterday.&amp;nbsp; This monitor has some pretty decent features and includes a speaker too.&amp;nbsp; I around and was told it was sold out three times.&amp;nbsp; While we were online, I had tried to ask one more time and actually got one reserved.&amp;nbsp; I'm a bit skeptical about getting it though,. I don't like the brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since I got a monitor, I need to cancel the order for the 20" Acer one from Best Buy.&amp;nbsp; Problem?&amp;nbsp; I've been on the phone for the past 2 hours trying to speak to an agent in order to cancel.&amp;nbsp; I'm currently still on hold.&amp;nbsp; It's not even weekends or after 9:00 so I gotta pay for waiting...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it, I got someone!&amp;nbsp; She says that since my mom's not here, she can't cancel it...&amp;nbsp; Oh, but she said I can get full refund (with shipping) if I return it after it arrives... how troublesome!&amp;nbsp; I will call again and pretend I'm my mom &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, they can just cancel it! &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4813351473419252589?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4813351473419252589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday-organized-society.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4813351473419252589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4813351473419252589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday-organized-society.html' title='Black Friday: Organized Society'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4060758021316940992</id><published>2009-11-25T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:14:18.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staples is having an extra early savings event.&amp;nbsp; I wanted the $80 19" Acer Monitor.&amp;nbsp; It was available two days ago when I checked so I thought I'd go with my dad today to place an order (I didn't think my mom would have a credit card so I could've ordered online) like we did last time.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I checked again and IT'S SOLD OUT.&amp;nbsp; WTFFF!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty down about this since now I'll have to risk my life to try and get another $80 monitor that is available at Best Buy on Black Friday (only 15 per store :OOO) goodness, and I wanted to get the $13 8 gb usb at Staples (it's part of their early bird special)...&amp;nbsp; It'd be easier to get the usb...&amp;nbsp; but I want the monitor more.&amp;nbsp; If I don't get either on Friday, I'm gonna lash out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit on Thanksgiving, 11.26.09&lt;/b&gt;---What I want to buy but ended up getting instead.&lt;br /&gt;So today, I decided I really wanted the $500 HP desktop (Windows 7, 8 gb RAM, 1 TB harddisk space, AMD Athlon II X4 Quad Core Processor, Deskjet D1530 Color Printer included)---it's really too hard to believe.&amp;nbsp; I would've totally gotten this if it didn't happen to be sold out online when I found out that Black Friday Deals were available today for Best Buy (gosh, another missed opportunity!).&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't have gotten the monitor otherwise.&amp;nbsp; In the end, I just ordered the $80 20" Acer Monitor online (for the first time) since my mom didn't want to go and wait and risk not even getting anything.&amp;nbsp; I still would've liked to get the monitor from Staples because they had free shipping!&amp;nbsp; There were some cheap laptops and I might've chosen to get it if it weren't sold out as well =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to wake up early and try to get the $13 USB at Staples!&amp;nbsp; It may be selfish and paranoid of me, but I would also like to get the $70 500 gb WD portable drive (still grateful for the 320 gb everyone came together to get for me---I feel like I'll have it used up very soon though!---turns out that its $49 on sale at Walmart right now.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my parents to NWL one hour before closing to get some last minute stuff that were on sale.&amp;nbsp; We could've gotten a $10 gift card for the next purchase if we paid $50.&amp;nbsp; We ended up buying only $41 worth of items...&amp;nbsp; I got my St. Ives Microdermabrasion for only $3 :O&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, I can get the Olive Cleanser and Olive Scrub tomorrow (oh I feel like I'm wasting money on useless things &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;) but it's so cheap! &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp; I like St. Ives products and would like to try them all out :/&amp;nbsp; I also got Pond's Cold Cream for only $4 :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad part about shopping when stuff are cheap is waiting on line.&amp;nbsp; There was a guy in front of us who bought like 30 bags of plates... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.&amp;nbsp; I can't say I'm celebrating this year (for dinner, all I had were mushrooms, squid and rice.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4060758021316940992?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4060758021316940992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/staples-is-having-extra-early-savings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4060758021316940992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4060758021316940992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/staples-is-having-extra-early-savings.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-1801252890840923920</id><published>2009-11-16T23:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:50:50.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinatown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afterschool'/><title type='text'>The Problem with Transportation</title><content type='html'>Peter was a fcken dick for making us walk more than we had to to go to the fcken train station.  We followed him out of Asiantown and into the government district, full of columns and skyscrapers and the like.  I could've taken the friggin' N train which was like a street away but we, the people, ended up following him with promises of a &lt;s&gt;relatively close&lt;/s&gt; station with N, tracking about a mile to get to a friggin' R/W station so some of us had to transfer and waste more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was crossing the bridge, it was still light out.  After passing through the tunnel and into the openness of 8 avenue, it was dark as the sun is bright.  Damn you son of a gun; I should've really just grabbed the friggin' squirrel, ripped its head off and shove it down your throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got blisters on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Annie and Peter for 1/2 a dumpling each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jang Geun Suk &amp;lt;3!&amp;nbsp; (My current favorite actor :3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-1801252890840923920?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/1801252890840923920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/problem-with-transportation.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1801252890840923920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1801252890840923920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/problem-with-transportation.html' title='The Problem with Transportation'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6447525276028632066</id><published>2009-11-12T23:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:45:13.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honors trig'/><title type='text'>News Story:  We can infer this kid got a BJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed align="middle" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ffffff" devicefont="false" flashvars="&amp;amp;titleAvailable=true&amp;amp;playerAvailable=true&amp;amp;searchAvailable=false&amp;amp;shareFlag=N&amp;amp;singleURL=http://wreg.vidcms.trb.com/alfresco/service/edge/content/ed3c997c-995e-4883-9e55-31a993aa46d8&amp;amp;propName=wreg.com&amp;amp;hostURL=http://www.wreg.com&amp;amp;swfPath=http://wreg.vid.trb.com/player/&amp;amp;omAccount=triblocaltvglobal&amp;amp;omnitureServer=wreg.com" height="450" loop="true" menu="true" name="PaperVideoTest" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="l" scale="showall" src="http://wreg.vid.trb.com/player/PaperVideoTest.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Warning:&amp;nbsp; Sexual content*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That kid is definitely gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here we see someone who made an immature deduction about this story. 0 pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;You're comment is so stupid, it doesn't deserve a reply.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A decent reply to stupidity but... 1 pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"YOUR" comment is stupid. If you don't know why, then "YOU'RE" an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ohoho... An idiot trying to correct something. 1 pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're&lt;/b&gt; post to me doesn't make any sense at all. What do you mean, "If I don't know why?" Don't know what?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, the intellectual one doesn't get it...&amp;nbsp; -1pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idiot wins~ :3&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're comment is so stupid, it doesn't deserve a reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...and yet, YOU did. OH THE IRONING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, I'd thought you would be so smart if only you said "irony".&amp;nbsp; Epic phail.&amp;nbsp; -1000 pts + 1 pt for humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="htmlxquote" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;div class="htmlxquoteauthor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jennifer wrote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="htmlxquotecontent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Has anyone, at all, wondered if this even happened the way this boy said it did? I mean, how did a girl manage to reach under a table, unzip his pants, go through his undergarments and do a "sexual act" all the while no other child or teacher noticed it? Also, isn't it a little unusual that a 3rd grade boy would even be able to physically go through this? I find this very difficult to believe. Though children usually do not make this sort of thing up, it is ironic to me that no one of this post or the media has asked about the other side of this. Has no one considered that she is not at fault all by herself? Perhaps they both participated? I really wish people would look at all the angles before they jump to conclusions. You weren't there. This parent wasn't there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You must be a relative, because you sound like a complete moron.......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh!&amp;nbsp; I think so as well xD&amp;nbsp; I've been wanting someone to reply that :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Other retarded comments I found funny and just plain hilarious ones from a forum (forwarded by Billy.)&amp;nbsp; Everything else was humored me because of talks about prayer (I'm skeptically atheist, probably) or about "We should do something about this" and "What are kids doing these days" concerned comments that would amount to nothing.&amp;nbsp; There's also a certain poster who likes to troll in order to fix grammatical errors (not the idiot mentioned above) for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i wish i had girls like that in my class in school :)"&lt;br /&gt;"What sex act did she perform?"&lt;br /&gt;"We know which team he swings for early at least."&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher Fired over Facebook Picture"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These kids are very advanced for some reason, they know about things they shouldn't know about at that age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We call it THE MOTHERFUCKING INTERNET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can give you the culprit in one word: Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Google is my friend CTK&amp;nbsp; It raised me as one of its own sons and made me the person that I am tod-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My GOD, let's kill it before it gets to the chil-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Only one thing can be trusted gentlemen, and that is televisi-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't do ANYTHING RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Congrats, school librarian, for sucking at your job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My pun senses are tingling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"And some of us can't get blowjobs in our twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be studying but got caught up for 45 min doing this; so appreciate it :X&amp;nbsp; I know it's not right to make fun of this "rape" but hey, the world's not gonna fall over because of it (maybe it can if such an insignificant matter to most because worldwide.)&amp;nbsp; I had some other things I was gonna write about but I forgot... Oh but the Alyssa's Spongebob balloon is now floating around and its more determined in coming after me and staring at me and bothering me as I do my homework.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, I'm going to finish this one episode of Shining Inheritance and study a bit... was hoping I would've studied earlier but this video and blog entry postponed my original schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I pray I pass my Trig test and Spanish and Chemistry quizzes tomorrow... &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6447525276028632066?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6447525276028632066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/news-story-we-can-infer-this-kid-got-bj.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6447525276028632066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6447525276028632066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/news-story-we-can-infer-this-kid-got-bj.html' title='News Story:  We can infer this kid got a BJ'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3232880745606173280</id><published>2009-11-11T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:12:18.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backpack'/><title type='text'>Backpacks</title><content type='html'>My mom got me my oversize kid backpack for freshman year because she wanted something that didn't hurt my back.&amp;nbsp; Lately, it's been hurting my shoulders back.&amp;nbsp; I think the reason for this is because it's too big and there's too little stuff in there that the weight of things mess up (although it makes it look like I have textbooks in there.)&amp;nbsp; I had wanted to use it for the rest of high school though (I've never used the same book bag for more than 2 years :/&amp;nbsp; My old ones are now under my bed filled with all my past notes.)&amp;nbsp; It's also kinda embarrassing knowing that 5-year-olds have the same bag as you (I saw one half my size carrying the same one in 8 ave, where my mom bought it, and my bro said he saw this other kid who lives around my neighborhood with the same bag.)&amp;nbsp; Recently I was asked why I carry a freshman book bag.&amp;nbsp; I already know it looks like one but really, I don't give a cow's ass about any of these things.&amp;nbsp; I just need one that won't discomfort my back and shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted a simple gray medium-size Jansport backpack.&amp;nbsp; I have a solid blue one that's smaller then my convenient size.&amp;nbsp; I finally found the latter and will be switching to it.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, it actually fits all the crap I have and doesn't trouble my back as much as the e-mouse one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3232880745606173280?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3232880745606173280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/backpacks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3232880745606173280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3232880745606173280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/backpacks.html' title='Backpacks'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-1068801952247851798</id><published>2009-11-08T22:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:06:57.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honors trig'/><title type='text'>What Trig Homework Does to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div id="460" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d73306; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:46:14&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #81a784; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;like 49m^2 - 250m + 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="461" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:46:18&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="462" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:46:20&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;thats what i got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="463" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d73306; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:46:25&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #81a784; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;cool cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="497" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:51:06&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="498" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:51:11&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;i think its no solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d73306; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt;(10:51:27&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #81a784; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:47:17&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="478" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:47:23&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;this shit is making me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="479" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:47:25&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;feel mad weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="480" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:47:26&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="484" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:47:33&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;i have this weird feeling right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="485" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:47:34&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;idk what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="487" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d73306; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:47:46&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #81a784; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;im going mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="488" style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f0595; font-family: Arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:47:50&amp;nbsp;PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;i feel like running around and screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^Amen. &lt;br /&gt;Currently in the midst of doing math homework and having my sanity oozing slowly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: *sigh* I don't get to see a Shining Inheritance episode today ;A; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-1068801952247851798?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/1068801952247851798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-trig-homework-does-to-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1068801952247851798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1068801952247851798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-trig-homework-does-to-you.html' title='What Trig Homework Does to You'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6222093045645276430</id><published>2009-11-07T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:04:00.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volenteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>I fail at Spanish and Chemistry now... my best subjects that are now my worse.&amp;nbsp; How'd that happen?!&amp;nbsp; Today I got my Spanish test back and found out I got a 76 which later became an 82 because I had to explain some mishaps (she still wouldn't give me full points though...)&amp;nbsp; I'm friggin' piss; there's gotta be something wrong with my head or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a chemistry quiz yesterday...&amp;nbsp; I got at least 2/10 of the multiple choice wrong.&amp;nbsp; I misread one of the question and for the other, I chose the correct choice but changed it last minute; don't you just hate when that happens?!&amp;nbsp; Then I wrote ionic bonds had polarity *facepalm*stupid.&amp;nbsp; Everyone around me probably got full points---Damn you Mr. 99 :X&amp;nbsp; This is total BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to volunteer at the office yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I had to file.&amp;nbsp; I really dislike filing; not only because the cabinets are right next to the stinky bathroom, but I just suck at it.&amp;nbsp; My boss gave me some papers that were paper clipped so I assumed they go together but I later found out, they were stapled by date, not by name.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't find one of the packets =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from the library and watched &lt;b&gt;Chungking Express&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's a really old modern Chinese film, dated 1994 or 1995.&amp;nbsp; The storyline was based around two love forlorn cops and the plot revolved around romance as its theme.&amp;nbsp; I can't say I disliked the movie because I thought the first story was good and the overall movie was unique but it's a bit strange for a love story.&amp;nbsp; Then again, who wouldn't like a story about a cop who got dumped by his girlfriend, May of 5 years and is still attached, thus, continues to buy his girlfriend's favorite food, pineapples, everyday and only if the can expires May 1st, his birthday.&amp;nbsp; When he gets 30 cans, right before his birthday, he'll give up on her.&amp;nbsp; Then there's a woman who goes around in a raincoat, wig, and sunglasses; hires some Indians to help her smuggle drugs only to have them deceive her and runaway.&amp;nbsp; She goes around with a gun, asking around to find her traitors and even goes as far as to kidnap a shopkeepers daughter (this part was quite funny, the shopkeeper refuses to tell her information and when he goes to the back of the shop, leaving his young daughter on the counter, the woman just carries her away.)&amp;nbsp; The blackmail is successful and she goes shoot down some Indians.&amp;nbsp; The others chase her to get revenge for their fallen brethren but she escapes on a train and next thing you know, she's at the bar and the cop, wanting to give up on his ex, is determined to fall in love with the next woman who steps in... which is the drug-dealing lady.&amp;nbsp; It's funny that this whole thing happens in an interval of 2-3 days.&amp;nbsp; The other cop story was not as action-packed but was very funny; especially when the cop talks to his soap bar, towel and giant stuffed polar bear (which later becomes a Garfield but he looks through this and says to it "Look at you, when'd you become so dirty?&amp;nbsp; You used to be white and now you're all yellow.&amp;nbsp; And look at these scars (the whiskers); did you get into fights?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6222093045645276430?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6222093045645276430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6222093045645276430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6222093045645276430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/sacrifice.html' title='The Sacrifice'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5416171370386696795</id><published>2009-11-05T21:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:08:40.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap euro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honors trig'/><title type='text'>A Glorious Day:  Following the Glorious Revolution that didn't showed up on the test.</title><content type='html'>I finally passed the math test!&amp;nbsp; *kanpai*&amp;nbsp; I also got lucky with AP European.&amp;nbsp; I got two questions wrong on the 25 question test we took yesterday and my teacher decided to omit those two questions since the amount of people who got it wrong was ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; 61% and 94% for questions 1 and 3; reason: the answer choices consisted of more than one possible answer.&amp;nbsp; That results in full score on the multiple choice section for me.&amp;nbsp; Though I'm not entirely lucky since she decided to count our essays toward the final grade (you know, the essay I worked my butt of but also bsed/gave up on yesterday?)&amp;nbsp; That's probably going to affect my score drastically.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I'm doing so well in Spanish anymore...&amp;nbsp; it's this feeling.&amp;nbsp; I'm dosing off in class now and don't finish the classwork :/&amp;nbsp; Need to work harder...*distraction*Ooh!&amp;nbsp; Dramas! *follows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination should be a sin.&amp;nbsp; Then I can be accused of heresy and get convicted so I don't have to put up with all this shtuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great accomplishment:&amp;nbsp; I'm part of the winning team in the soccer game :O (Although I didn't do much: I stood around, waving my arms &lt;s&gt;like the sun don't shine&lt;/s&gt;, ran a bit after the ball to seem like I'm trying and laughed the whole time because I think gym is just oh so funny...&amp;nbsp; The guy who smokes pot was probably high because when he was defense with me, he would shout words of encouragement loudly and randomly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chemistry, we had some competition and my group won---woot~&amp;nbsp; Never knew chem would be so interesting when it involves glue, paper puzzles and 20 minute time limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&amp;nbsp; Wow, just noticed that I posted the previous entry today; at 12:44 in the morning no less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5416171370386696795?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5416171370386696795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/glorious-day-following-glorious.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5416171370386696795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5416171370386696795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/glorious-day-following-glorious.html' title='A Glorious Day:  Following the Glorious Revolution that didn&apos;t showed up on the test.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4680898060197315854</id><published>2009-11-05T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:44:06.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap euro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Was it supposed to take this long?</title><content type='html'>Right, so I finished almost all my homework by 7:30 today.&amp;nbsp; Quite an amazing feat.&amp;nbsp; But 'twas ruined by the prolonged period of essay writing.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, I watched my semi-daily episode of Shining Inheritance before I started :3&amp;nbsp; Then I took a shower and commenced with the writing at around 10?&amp;nbsp; I thought I'd be finish in an hour or so; yeah right...&amp;nbsp; This shtuff is so complicated :(&amp;nbsp; I must blame my writing &lt;s&gt;and thinking&lt;/s&gt; skills though.&amp;nbsp; My compositions are very unorganized and I sorta accuse Wasserstein for it.&amp;nbsp; We didn't touch much on writing so for a whole year, my idleness has caused me to loose confidence in essays and papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4680898060197315854?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4680898060197315854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-it-supposed-to-take-this-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4680898060197315854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4680898060197315854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-it-supposed-to-take-this-long.html' title='Was it supposed to take this long?'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-1830738580307221537</id><published>2009-10-31T18:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:36:26.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>I don't like sour or spoils</title><content type='html'>I'd made plans a few weeks prior to go trick-or-treating with my long time friend.&amp;nbsp; We had arranged to dress up as mafioso.&amp;nbsp; I originally consulted with her about plans to visit her some time before Halloween so we can get everything ready :/&amp;nbsp; The costumes and the like.&amp;nbsp; Since yesterday was half day, I was gonna go to her house after school.&amp;nbsp; I spent about a little more of an hour at Party City with some people and tried contacting her to ask if I can come over.&amp;nbsp; Her phone was dead so instead, I hung out with Meagan and Kari for a bit.&amp;nbsp; I never saw my friend online yesterday so I couldn't talk to her about meet up and all.&amp;nbsp; She was on today but away since I woke up.&amp;nbsp; I tried calling her which wasn't successful so my last resort was just to pick her up at her house.&amp;nbsp; I went and found that she was out.&amp;nbsp; Her mom called her and found out that she had gone to Staten Island Mall with someone.&amp;nbsp; I'd thought that I had the wrong number because no one picks up when I call.&amp;nbsp; Turns out I did have the right number; so she answers her mom and not me?&amp;nbsp; If she really didn't wanna hang out with me, she should've just said so.&amp;nbsp; I would rather be rejected than stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended walking around for a while, feeling pretty down in the dumps and devastated.&amp;nbsp; I didn't feel like trick-or-treating alone but I really did want candy.&amp;nbsp; I didn't have anyone else to go with since everyone I knew lived pretty far away or was trick-or-treating far away.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to go hang out at Meagan's house for a bit but she wouldn't let me and my cousins were out (I wanted to play Rockband).&amp;nbsp; I went to the park and sat there eating candy and when it started to drizzle, I just went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the mood to watch dramas but I can't find A Millionaire's First Love!&amp;nbsp; I should really start homework; I gotta type up my outlines and write an essay for Euro, do Trig, Spanish and Chemistry homework...also read and answer some questions about Act 1 of The Crucible...&amp;nbsp; Too much to finish in one day but I'm really not in the mood to start today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Okay, so my brother came home with a shitload of candy :D&amp;nbsp; And he gave me 1/3 of it ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Su5SQMJod3I/AAAAAAAAACk/y6TfM29s2lg/s1600-h/DSC04101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Su5SQMJod3I/AAAAAAAAACk/y6TfM29s2lg/s320/DSC04101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Close-Ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Su5SUivGRcI/AAAAAAAAACs/TNF6K355VPc/s1600-h/DSC04100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I was to translate for my mom.&amp;nbsp; We arrived when the doors opened and there was a line outside that spanned half the perimeter of the school...&amp;nbsp; We eventually got in 10 minutes later.&amp;nbsp; We arrived at the room and signed in, then sat down and waited.&amp;nbsp; We waited...&amp;nbsp; the clocked ticked and an hour passed.&amp;nbsp; My dear mother was getting highly impatient.&amp;nbsp; She didn't realize that we signed in and had to wait until our name is called (we had like ten people ahead of us); she wanted to just get it over with when the preceding parent left...like some sort of race to the empty seat between the parents in the room and my mom was the only player.&amp;nbsp; We got into a small argument resulting in waiting some more.&amp;nbsp; Later on, at home, she complained about the issue to my grandpa.&amp;nbsp; She called me an ignorant Chinese-American; she still thought she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference was pretty short considering we waited almost 2 hours just to speak with him.&amp;nbsp; I knew we shouldn't have come.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't the only one who had to sit through the brutal prolonged period of idleness.&amp;nbsp; Mabel was there too but she was lucky she had the new Septimus Heap book to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk was pretty much pointless and brief.&amp;nbsp; My mom knew I did terrible.&amp;nbsp; I knew I sucked at honors trigonometry.&amp;nbsp; The teacher knew I failed the tests pretty bad.&amp;nbsp; End of discussion.&amp;nbsp; What's embarrassing though, was that while waiting for the train, my mom said my breath smelt funky when I was translating.&amp;nbsp; *headdesk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2705864368614914429?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2705864368614914429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-indeed-waste-of-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2705864368614914429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2705864368614914429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-indeed-waste-of-time.html' title='It was indeed a waste of time'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6321842434642190691</id><published>2009-10-28T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:37:24.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='report cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Sweating Bullets</title><content type='html'>After I got my report card, I was pretty much ready to give up for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; It discouraged me further when I found out that I forgot to do Spanish homework during lunch.&amp;nbsp; Ugh...&amp;nbsp; I slept really late last night even though I could've slept earlier because I procrastinated; read manga until like 10 and then started doing the outline for European (which took forever and I was still only halfway done) and didn't bother with Spanish.&amp;nbsp; I guess I was just scared that I might loose my 98 average in Spanish... which is my highest grade and one that I'm proud of achieving.&amp;nbsp; The dread of thinking I didn't do Chemistry homework either was just excruciating but I was relieved to know that it was actually due on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed math with a 55, as expected.&amp;nbsp; It pissed me off to see the comment "Needs to go to after school tutoring" when I do go, although not as much as I'd like to since I'm preoccupied with clubs...&amp;nbsp; My friend had told me that if you go to your teachers for tutor, they take notice and give you extra points; BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise that fact that my mom found out about the Parent Teacher Conference.&amp;nbsp; Now I gotta go with her to translate which is a friggin' waste of my time when it's only one teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6321842434642190691?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6321842434642190691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweating-bullets.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6321842434642190691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6321842434642190691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweating-bullets.html' title='Sweating Bullets'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7989986882740165014</id><published>2009-10-26T21:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:53:35.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honors trig'/><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>Ahah, if I remember correctly; I had an entry by the same title back in 8th grade for my Stray Dog blog.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, coincidentally, both concern my failure in math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make this short and simple and sour:&lt;br /&gt;I have a math test tomorrow (and one for chemistry but it's multiple choice... which I hope would be easy to pass.)&lt;br /&gt;There is a 99% I will fail the math test.&amp;nbsp; 1% of passing if he was in a good mood and gave simple questions that will make your head click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons?&amp;nbsp; Cause and effect, really.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started homework yet and it's 9:10 → Will finish homework very late → Will not have time to study; studying won't do much anyhow considering how my notes look like illiterate chickens scratched up the paper in an attempt to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I got a phone call from the school reporting my class failure.&amp;nbsp; My mom missed the call and said something about it being from NYC so she assumes its just one of Bloomberg's promotional calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, wooh!... at least until Wednesday when the report cards come in.&amp;nbsp; OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit @ 10:48:&lt;/b&gt; I confessed that I failed math to my mom.&amp;nbsp; She sighed and was disappointed.&amp;nbsp; She spread it on to the others in the family.&amp;nbsp; My dad was teasing and probing me, making me feel bad.&amp;nbsp; My brother complained that everyone else was blaming him that I failed or something about how he needed to take my place?&amp;nbsp; My grandma was indifferent about it.&amp;nbsp; My grandpa was upset.&amp;nbsp; He thought that I won't be able to go to college 'cause I failed math.&amp;nbsp; I told him I didn't fail any math tests for college.&amp;nbsp; He became relieved and put on this whole act about how he was crying inside because he was afraid I wouldn't be able to go to college; fingers wiping his non-existent tears and all.&amp;nbsp; Is he mocking me?&amp;nbsp; Trying to comfort my sorrowful state?&amp;nbsp; Haha, he looked funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7989986882740165014?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7989986882740165014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/anxiety.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7989986882740165014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7989986882740165014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7208928298062861869</id><published>2009-10-24T21:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:50:11.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PNG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><title type='text'>New Theme?</title><content type='html'>I have an urge to make a new layout for Limitless Queue.&amp;nbsp; I haven't updated any of my sites lately and I think I'm aggravating my staff @ &lt;a href="http://etc.hayalkarga.com/"&gt;Etcetera&lt;/a&gt; because I haven't been extracting any PNGs for the updates and probably my host for &lt;a href="http://obscure.afterglow.nu/"&gt;Obscure&lt;/a&gt; as well?&amp;nbsp; I'd originally created a new layout for my other blog, &lt;a href="http://stray-dog.tyl.cc/"&gt;Stray Dog&lt;/a&gt; but have yet to fix some glitches to put it up :(&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should do that today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making blogger layouts that aren't classic are a pain.&amp;nbsp; Classic templates are so much easier since they don't have all the complicated widget crap.&amp;nbsp; Time to go &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;blogskin&lt;/a&gt; browsing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7208928298062861869?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7208928298062861869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-theme.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7208928298062861869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7208928298062861869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-theme.html' title='New Theme?'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5449531406766353044</id><published>2009-10-24T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:37:50.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moisturizer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soph tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloons'/><title type='text'>Stalking Balloon &amp; You can have baby soft skin too :3</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I'm a person who has dry skin.&amp;nbsp; It gets worse in the winter :(&amp;nbsp; So yesterday in Soph Tech, I applied some moisturizing creme to the tip of my nose 'cause I noticed the skin there was exceptionally dry and didn't want to go around with a flaky nose Dx&amp;nbsp; We had a substitute and were supposed to work on the mini-project that was due yesterday. &amp;nbsp; So the guy who sits across from me saw me applying the lotion and thought I was sniffing something.&amp;nbsp; I had to explain that I had a really dry nose and he wanted some creme too which I much obliged.&amp;nbsp; For some reason, he put it on his nose too and kinda got the attention of the guys in front and in back of me.&amp;nbsp; I gave them some of the creme too and they all put it on their noses.&amp;nbsp; I thought they were mocking me or something until I realized that they thought the moisturizer was just used for the nose (=_=")&amp;nbsp; The 1st guy exclaims about how soft his nose is and got some more for his weenis (the skin on the the elbow) and James (back) put some on his earlobe and started going on about how its "turning him on" LOL.&amp;nbsp; He also said he like the scent of it...&amp;nbsp; the moisturizer is fragrance-free.&amp;nbsp; Julian (front) put some more on his face too and it seems that although he thought the other two were weird, he just went along.&amp;nbsp; That was a really awkward experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home, my brother found that the balloon Meagan gave me for my birthday had lost a lot of helium.&amp;nbsp; The other three balloons I got from Nana, Alyssa and Molly (bought from school) were still doing pretty well considering they were cheaper than the Blue Bear one Meagan bought at a gift shop.&amp;nbsp; I don't think those Asians knew how to fill a balloon well :X&amp;nbsp; All these balloons are not the rubber ones btw.&amp;nbsp; They're all made from some shiny material.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, my brother cut of the ribbon from Meagan's balloon and it started floating in mid-air.&amp;nbsp; I left it on the other end of my house as my brother and I watched Fade to Black, the latest Bleach movie.&amp;nbsp; When we were done watching, I turned around and found the balloon in my face O_O&amp;nbsp; I thought it was pretty cool how it was floating in mid-air and wanted to take a picture but when I went to get my camera ready, it had already floated back through the hall; back to where it came from (like it was running away!)&amp;nbsp; I found it floating over my brother's bed...&amp;nbsp; It keeps turning slowly and I had the crazy suspicion that it might turn to the blank side and I'll see a face that wasn't supposed to be there...&amp;nbsp; When it turned and came closer to me, I thought it was going to stop right in front of me and explode...&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'm just making exaggerated contemplations but I'm sorta freaked out as to how I'll be able to handle the other three when they end up like their brethren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Su5UATWguTI/AAAAAAAAADM/K2STEnRgRwE/s1600-h/DSC04099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Su5UATWguTI/AAAAAAAAADM/K2STEnRgRwE/s320/DSC04099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5449531406766353044?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5449531406766353044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/stalking-balloon-you-can-have-baby-soft.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5449531406766353044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5449531406766353044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/stalking-balloon-you-can-have-baby-soft.html' title='Stalking Balloon &amp; You can have baby soft skin too :3'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/Su5UATWguTI/AAAAAAAAADM/K2STEnRgRwE/s72-c/DSC04099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2687809907325231352</id><published>2009-10-21T18:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:37:06.880-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soph tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap euro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honors trig'/><title type='text'>Failure Encourages Profanity:  A Pointless Complaints Entry</title><content type='html'>My grades are atrocious.  I can't complain about them enough.  I'd had hopes that I at least past the 2nd math test above 60...  I was heartbroken to find that I got a 54!  WTF.  I went over my answers... I had done so many careless mistakes!  Like switching x&lt;sub&gt;1&lt;/sub&gt; and x&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; in one of the formulas; resulting in a totally wrong answer.  Others include switching x and y coordinates when plugging the numbers into the equation and not reading the question carefully enough to write down radius and center of a circle.  Then there are those problems that I just totally forgot how to solve despite going to tutor the previous day to go over them... (omg, when I was typing this, I had my test exposed and my grandmother saw it!  I'm so fcked.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a 70 on my Tech final.  I thought I'd did alright on that one too so I had my hopes up; everything is fcken shattered.  I don't think he taught us a lot of the material or maybe I was just careless again.  I really despise my current academic state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, now I guess I know how it feels when some ungrateful person scored pretty damn well but keeps complaining they could've done so much better.  I'm one of those conceited ego-centric types but I wish I'd been more considerate to those who scored lower than me and kept my mouth shut.  Wow, I'm a competitive bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mediocre when it comes to AP Europe though, although I strive to be better :/  I felt disappointed with my exam grade but expected it, seeing how I didn't know a lot of the material on the test; guess I just didn't study enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet is a distraction.  I'm currently leeching Internet from an Optimum Online connection; my last resort as it seems I can't set up my own network to connect to.  Today I arrived home to find an Optimum Online vehicle parked in front of my neighbors home.  As I went into my house, it starting to leave...  I think they're on to me; so not only am I procrastinating, loosing my eyesight, but there is the risk that I'm probably gonna be arrested or sued until I'm dirt broke and living on the streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2687809907325231352?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2687809907325231352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/failure-encourages-profanity-pointless.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2687809907325231352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2687809907325231352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/failure-encourages-profanity-pointless.html' title='Failure Encourages Profanity:  A Pointless Complaints Entry'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8326774148230500877</id><published>2009-10-14T19:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:01:45.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honors trig'/><title type='text'>What's long and hard?</title><content type='html'>No it's not a penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the PSATs (credits to Molly for the joke.)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother studying for it; just didn't have the time due to my procrastination that resulted in finishing homework at 1 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train was really crowded today; I was nearly suffocating.  These circumstances seems to prolong this unfortunate ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost late for PSATs although there were people who were later than me.  What sucked was that we ddin't get our 5 minute break between sessions 3 and 4 cause the teacher is a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did fairly better in reading than math, although I had to rush through them both.  I'm quite confident in my grammar skills most of the time after getting 9/10 right in that session on this practice test my teacher gave last week.  My vocabulary sucks though I risked getting -1/4 due actually answering the questions anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a math test tomorrow.  The last of the marking period.  I'm pretty sure that even if I pass with a 100 (which is quite impossible), I'm going to fail the class anyway.  Yet I try, I went to tutor today.  I think my factoring has improved recently though all the other materials...  can't say much about that; especially inequality word problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing English homework.  It is going to take a while.  I hope I at least have some time to attempt studying for math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf is a sexton?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8326774148230500877?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8326774148230500877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-long-and-hard.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8326774148230500877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8326774148230500877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-long-and-hard.html' title='What&apos;s long and hard?'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6938347148939374468</id><published>2009-10-05T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:16:36.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><title type='text'>Molly and the Fishies II</title><content type='html'>So today, I wanted to go to 18 avenue because there was originally a cute gift shop there that had a lot of cute stuff so I'm thinking it probably had origami paper too.  Turns out the place disappeared and somehow, 18 avenue just became so... desolate.  Molly and I stopped by a few stores to look at fish.  At the fish store, she bought 10 fishies for a dollar, and I'm thinking that's quite a bargain compared to getting Bub for five.  I later found out the reason why they were so cheap: they were feeder fish a.k.a. fish food.  Now here I am thinking Molly hates her dad's koi and wants to spike him by getting her own fish to add to the tank for raising.  That's not the case, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out at Molly's house for a bit.  That poor only child seems to actually want to understand the koi and probably wants to go to some extent to be on good terms with them?  I've the faintest clue since she bangs on the tank and opens the lighting to scare them one minute but is quite determined to see them devour her fish while pestering me to turn and watch the koi start their "attack".  Then when the koi crowd together and seems to be having a stealth meeting with one another, Molly feels left out so this ends up making her despise the fish.  Them' koi are pretty sensitive too.   They quickly change their suspicious antics when I roughly turn around to stare at them—quite sneaky.  Molly on the other hand, is either bored, lonesome or just plainly cruel sadistic who likes to torture animals as opposed to watch her little fishes get bullied by the much larger koi (yeah, the yellow one's especially beastly.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father wants to oust the feeder fish, although I can understand, since an animal owner would never want their pet to turn into cannibals.  However, I can't say the feeder fish aren't a change of entertainment for the koi...  Fish must not feel bored living in a glass container for the remainder of their life, doing nothing but living.  Anyhow, Molly told me later on that she was forced to go as far as to put her hand in the tank to get her fish out of it, thus, her hand smells of fish—which isn't very pleasant (at least to me, mind you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6938347148939374468?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6938347148939374468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/molly-and-fishies-ii.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6938347148939374468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6938347148939374468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/molly-and-fishies-ii.html' title='Molly and the Fishies II'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-9192111448682066863</id><published>2009-10-03T20:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:40:00.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honors trig'/><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>is what my first math test reads.  I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Joann:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/dg3p5h.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;First of all, state 5 interesting facts about the person you awards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is the person who tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She wears glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has an obsession with horror after passing the paranoia phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got her into blogging, heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Next, state 10 facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(plus 5 more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fail at math and I'm Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failure in life is probably my biggest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like anime, manga, manhwa and yaoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a mean person who can get away with being that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I avoid horror anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a devout believer in the world ending in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recently got into the addiction of making kusadamas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like coffee flavor candy and ice cream but dislike coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dress like an old lady according to *cough*cough*Ronaldthatmofo*cough*cought*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I suck at writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got no time to watch anime or drama lately :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like to procrastinate but I do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to be social but I guess I'm just faking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think of myself as a very introverted person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ok, 10 persons who receive this award are (with some description)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Alyssa: Some bi-polar person who hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Rebecca: Some exotic, athletic person with many talents.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Amy: Some person from my prefect with very straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Courtney: Some person I'm following who never goes on blogger anyway.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Shannon: Some person who abandoned blogger for tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically all blog buds I know in real life :/  The other 5 can be free for all =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-9192111448682066863?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/9192111448682066863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/9192111448682066863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/9192111448682066863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/30.html' title='30'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/dg3p5h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7823949019143753431</id><published>2009-10-01T23:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:44:35.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap euro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honors trig'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite late, considering I'm about to start AP Euro homework... which is gonna probably take at least two more hours and I'm not even gonna bother when it hits 1:30.  I haven't finished two outlines these past two days but I'll somehow try to manage on the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honors trig is killer. However, today was probably the easiest lesson since graphing was my only forte when it comes to algebra.  I thought I'd understand it but when I got to the homework, thinking we had to graph, I probably died a little inside when I found it confusing; turns out that we didn't need to graph anyway so I managed to finish the easiest homework he'll probably ever give in good time.  My textbook is missing pages...pages I need for homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech really is degrading my health.  I've mentioned this before on another entry but seriously, it's worse now; I wonder how I'll even manage the next two years after sophomore.  I basically sleep at 1 or 2 everyday.  I need to wake up earlier than I'm supposed to to meet up with a friend who gets 8 hours of sleep just 'cause she wants to get to school early.  My sleep deprivation is probably effecting my studies and how I am during class.  Towards the end of the day, I'm usually dosing off in the last few periods.  I recently starting bringing a canister of tea everyday in an attempt to keep me awake.  Sucks that I finish drinking it all by fifth or sixth period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked ass.  Reason?  I lost my pen.  It was a pen in which I almost finished using all the ink.  I've always wanted to use up a whole pen but it's just my luck that I lose it just when I was about done with it.  now I gotta start all over.  Well, according to the amount I have to write for Euro daily, I think it'll be empty in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am ranting for the past 10 minutes or so.  I should seriously finish homework so I can shower and get some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7823949019143753431?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7823949019143753431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-quite-late-considering-im-about-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7823949019143753431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7823949019143753431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-quite-late-considering-im-about-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7864944135241246811</id><published>2009-09-21T22:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:18:55.136-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8 avenue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquarium'/><title type='text'>Bub</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;September 21, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Molly's fish Bub (Bubbles), a five dollar  "balloon fish" from 8 avenue aquarium, was found dead in its plastic congee  container when said owner returned home.  At the sight of the the deceased, the  impervious owner went into a laughing fit.  She thought it would be funny to  play a joke on her mom by leaving the dead fish floating in the toilet for her  mom to urinate on it.  Not only was this inconsiderate, picky customer not  honoring the poor lost soul with her contradictory cruel titter but wished to  disrespect the bodily remains of the creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial'; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 0.9em; font-weight: 400;"&gt;Oh yes, I forgot to mention.  She got the fish &lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial'; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 0.9em; font-weight: 400;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7864944135241246811?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7864944135241246811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/09/bub.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7864944135241246811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7864944135241246811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/09/bub.html' title='Bub'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-824307567875811436</id><published>2009-09-10T23:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:03:21.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>'Cause it's true</title><content type='html'>I was going to write about school.  I'm not in the mood though, but I finally found something to post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SqnKWSoKlsI/AAAAAAAAACc/NIroIaxw1ws/s400/tumblr_kpo0gmDL9s1qzzflzo1_500.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got it off tumblr ;O  I just thought it was completely worth posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I noticed that people with classic templates can't use the follower's widget so I put a link in the navigational section all the way at the bottom (under RSS.)  To view who I follow, just go to my profile page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-824307567875811436?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/824307567875811436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-its-true.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/824307567875811436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/824307567875811436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-its-true.html' title='&apos;Cause it&apos;s true'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SqnKWSoKlsI/AAAAAAAAACc/NIroIaxw1ws/s72-c/tumblr_kpo0gmDL9s1qzzflzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3412603071796596594</id><published>2009-08-14T18:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:59:52.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Snatched Tag</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://negative-days.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joann's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Updated by completing and editting on August 16.  I added the four missing 'ridiculous' things I want to do before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  MY TOP 10 MOST FAVOURITE FOOD. (Joann, I did cheat on this one by cramming more into each x])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honeydew, Cantalope, Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green Tea/Strawberry/Mint Chocolate/Coffee Ice Cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grape/Cherry-flavored Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rice with Anchovies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potato (mashed/boiled--w/ gravy or fried to fries--sweet &amp;amp; sour sauce)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ravioli/Spaghetti with Meatballs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pocky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mushroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tofu/Bean Curd (especially the soup variety)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2.  7 THINGS I LOVE DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volunteer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play sports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hang out with people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;3.  6 THINGS I LOVE DOING WHEN I'M EMO // STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch T.V.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Procrastinate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Distract myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;4.  5 THINGS I LOVE DOING WHEN I'M HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue doing what is making me happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk &amp;amp; laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;5.  5 WAYS TO MAKE YOU GO CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoy me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No computer/internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get drunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make me depressed to the brink of insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;6.  MY TOP 5 MOST FAVOURITE JUNK FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pocky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honey BBQ Chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French Fries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grape/Cherry-flavored Candy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;7.  5 THINGS I WISH COULD HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;End of world hunger, global warming (everyone on Earth work together)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World peace; people shouldn't kill people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Win the lottery and become successful in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel the world and become fluent in French, Japanese, Korean, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be able to speak in various accents (I adore the English one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;8.  10 RIDICULOUS THINGS I WISH TO DO BEFORE I DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dominate the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jump off a building &lt;strong&gt;and fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become renown for creating something or accomplishing a great feat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw a party and invite everyone I know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Win the lottery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel the world and become fluent in French, Japanese, Korean, Chinese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become part of the nice mafia/yakuza (I want to learn their gang slang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burn someone with a lit cigarette; they deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep in a bath tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get some [cheap] excessive exercise and get in shape (yeah, it's not happening anytime soon ;A;)  Join the army?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Write an autobiography&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  MY TOP 12 RECENTLY MOST ADDICTED SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;Please go to my &lt;a href="http://funnel.fm/device"&gt;funnel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging is free for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3412603071796596594?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3412603071796596594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/08/snatched-tag.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3412603071796596594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3412603071796596594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/08/snatched-tag.html' title='Snatched Tag'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6864663259222411946</id><published>2009-08-10T15:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:14:42.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A testing post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I came around and updated my &lt;strike&gt;MSN&lt;/strike&gt; Windows Live Messenger---It looked pleasant at first but I came around to really disliking the new design (and the amount of space taken on my hard drive for it.)&amp;#160; Along with the upgraded Messenger came along the Windows Live Writer which allows me to post to this blog.&amp;#160; Meh… I’m testing to see if it’s worth keeping :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6864663259222411946?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6864663259222411946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/08/testing-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6864663259222411946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6864663259222411946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/08/testing-post.html' title='A testing post'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8182181483550485656</id><published>2009-06-26T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:47:10.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='report cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regents'/><title type='text'>End of Freshman Year</title><content type='html'>It's been long.  It's been tough, torturous and demanding.  It's finally over!  The last day of school was 30 minutes.  I got my report card which was disappointing because I went down in Geometry, Global, and Spanish; staying the same in everything else.  DDP went down significantly as well, but I don't care about that, since I know the cause is the unfinished Bat Mobile project.  At least it didn't drop below a 90 or my last desperate attempt of finishing everything in tutor the "unofficial" last day would be wasted.  I passed Geometry regents with mediocrity and got a surprising score on the Bio regents (I actually did swell!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's finally over.  I can't say I'm looking to the summer anymore than I am to sophomore year.  Mosquitoes are a nuisance and I would like to stop lazying around growing fat... I need some inspiration this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8182181483550485656?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8182181483550485656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-freshman-year.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8182181483550485656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8182181483550485656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-freshman-year.html' title='End of Freshman Year'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3273627953537553330</id><published>2009-06-22T13:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:47:52.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fort green park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ddp-pltw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>Testing Comes to a Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I took the DDP test today; armed with a late night (one-o'clock) preparation resolve.  Really, I'm still a bit sick from catching the cold (or whatever illness in which symptoms include a lot of snot in the nose and phlegm in my irritated throat.  My proctor for the test was the Mediation teacher Ms. Mirano.  I think I got 7/8 of the Part A multiple choice---the remaining 1/8 I could've nailed if only I'd actually study instead of skimming.  Parts B and C were alright and I managed to get a few questions with the helping hand of my nifty cheat sheet (this was allowed---8.5 x 11 handwritten page.)  I had most trouble with the questions concerning assemblies and features concerning the actual CAD program.  It's not my fault I was unable to do most of the tutorials with the lack of the software at home and besides, my teacher wasn't very good at her job, suffice to say.  Most of the DDP teachers aren't good with their present occupation...  They don't teach what we need to know, expect us to learn it on our own, or are just plain terrible at allowing students to understand the point they want to get across.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While waiting for my dad after the test, the security guards kept calling us of the premises.  I couldn't go to the park across the street to sit since people were playing football and the security guard told us to not go there anyhow 'cause it was dangerous.  I ended up crutching a few blocks to Apple Bee's, near the train station since there were places I could sit.  My dad told my mom I walked and I got yelled at.  I tried to calm her down by explaining the situation I was in---then she got all mad at the security guards, threaten to file a complaint to the school and the like.  I'm sure she's just in her traditional habit of discriminating people...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention that on the "last" day of school, I had to stay until 5 for DDP tutoring?  I had to finish my portfolio and the Bat Mobile project---problems with the printer only prolonged our stay and on that day, the teachers were the ones who wanted us out when we're not done so they can leave.  I swear, I better get my portfolio back---it's colorful awesomeness wasted all my ink and I spent money on the friggin' protectors...and the binder itself, along with the timeless hardwork and dedication put into its completion.  If they trash it so I've heard, I'm gonna sue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3273627953537553330?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3273627953537553330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/06/testing-comes-to-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3273627953537553330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3273627953537553330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/06/testing-comes-to-close.html' title='Testing Comes to a Close'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8121248013180489678</id><published>2009-06-12T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:57:00.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><title type='text'>Fractured</title><content type='html'>The second time I go to the doctor when I actually need to; a new record since it’s within the same year as the first. What a pain, just when school was about over. Today is the unofficial second to last day and the weekend is just about to start. On the way down the stairs, Molly and I broke into a competitive race; encouraged by my skills at skipping a step without holding the railing. Molly going her single step and me walking down skipping a step: upon seeing that I was going to lose, I jumped four steps :shock: Thus, since I was cornered, I lost my balance on the landing and twisted my ankle ._. My hands also touched the disgusting stairs and some brown crap of who knows what got on it &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the nurse’s office; which happened to be on the floor I fell. It wasn’t until then, that I saw how swollen my injury was. Ice was put on it and since they wouldn’t let me leave, I had to wait the 30 minutes turned one and half hours for guardian pickup. Although I felt bad, Josh and Molly insisted on staying with me (such nice friends :smile: kudos to you guys :toast: ) I was brought down to the lobby in a wheel chair and my parents took me to Chinatown to see the doctor who helped me with my back sprain. She took a look and sent me next door to CP Advanced Imagery to get x-rays. There, I had to wait on line to get on another line (how stupid). My mom was so impatient and was annoying the secretaries :sweat: Throughout this whole time, I could not walk on my left leg where the damage was so I was hopping on one foot everywhere. People stared. People pitied (moved out of my way.) I had to take off my sneaker and couldn’t put it on…This was when I discovered how damp my sock and shoe was; the ice had all melted. Nice. The bandages the school nurse had put on my foot to hold the ice was taken off to be reused again (only wrapped a lot neater) :suspicious: The guy taking my x-rays mumbled something about how I was supposed to only put ice on it for 20 minutes and take it for another 20 minutes…and complained about why I didn’t have crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original physician got off work so we went to find another. We went all around Chinatown to get some crutches and apparently, the pharmacy was gonna close in an hour and half and wouldn’t give us anything until Monday. My grandfather went to find the miracle doctor who helped my grandmother with her past injury so I was waiting, still standing on one leg. During this solitude, tourists came up to ask me for directions to public transport and this one guy comes along, asks me where the train station is: I told him to just keep walking down and that was the extent of my knowledge. He insisted I tell him how many blocks. Then he changes to subject to why I was waiting around. I told him I couldn’t walk and was waiting for my grandfather (should’ve just kept it general…). He starts joking around if he can help me and my grandfather comes back in time before things got more weird…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next doctor was very Asian for he specializes in acupuncture and Chinese herbs and remedies. He had a bunch of grounded up herbs everywhere. Mr. Zhang examined the x-rays and explained that my fibula had popped out and was fractured a bit. The swelling was due not only by the blood but also the bone. He made me a cast around the herb filled bandage he put on my swollen ankle and now, my foot needs to stay at 90 degree angle for about a month or something. This sucks; not only was the cast expensive (the hard part was already like $70 along plus $40 service fees—I don’t have this kind of extra money and neither do my parents :dead: ) but now I gotta go to school on Monday without crutches… I can imagine it now: Girl Hops Around School. Ah yes, there’s also the difficulty of showering and my appointment with my optometrist to get new glasses will have to be canceled since I’m currently incapacitated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8121248013180489678?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8121248013180489678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/06/fractured.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8121248013180489678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8121248013180489678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/06/fractured.html' title='Fractured'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6448871993439956973</id><published>2009-05-30T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:09:43.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volenteer'/><title type='text'>Soup Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Since I was going into out today to get my letter for community service hours served at the AIDS Walk on May 17th, I decided to tag along with my religious friends to do some more volunteer work at the Soup Kitchen they go to, more or less, on most Saturdays.  I didn't think it's actually be all the way in Manhattan though.  I was told to arrive at the appointed destination at 7:30 but didn't arrive at the train station until 7:15 and even then, the train arrived five minutes before the deadline.  I ended up being one of the earlier people there though, since Peter and his friends didn't show up yet and only Salvon (I think that's his name), the adult that would be driving was there.  There was a total of of seven who had to fit in the car.  The college student (never got his name), ended up being constrained within the back/trunk, the four guys squashed together in the passenger seats and I got the front.  I felt bad since they made me sit in the front since I was a girl...=.=  I generally prefer the back; I wouldn't mind sitting in the "trunk"; my past experiences have been quite enjoyable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned that front seats need to be buckled down at all times and... only the number of people meant for the seats, are supposed to be situated; reason being, four people squashed in the middle is extending the limit and can result in hazardous injuries (I think the trunk should be unoccupied as well):  The guys always kinda freak when we saw a bunch of cops everywhere.  Salvon would try to sneak away by taking a different route, as to not distinguish attention.  Suspiciously, there were a lot of cops.  The only adult theorizes that the Hebrews were threatened with shell-bombings from the Muslims or some terrorist threat of the sort; his assumption being highly corrected with the appearance of tables containing many bottles of Gatorade---there was a marathon of some sort, later discovering "New York Roadrunners".  With the arrival in Manhattan, I got a major headache from the sunlight blinding my eyes with the position of sitting in the front seat.  I felt sort of sick as well, although I survived the trip without regurgitating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Soup Kitchen has various jobs and I just raised my hand when the rest of my group does.  Josh and Cena showed up from ditching their Key Club event.  We three, along with Solomon and Billy, got the job at the pantry where we stack a bunch of bagged food (they reminded me of goody bags) that are to be distributed without charge.  It turned out to be harder than expected.  The bags already contained packaged food such as a carton of milk, cereal, rice, and canned foods.  We had to add the frozen foods; a bag/box of vegetables and sausage.  The bags of vegetables just wouldn't fit through the small knotted opening of the bag so we accommodated with the boxed spinach first.  Individual sausages were brought out and we thought it'd be okay to just put the sausages in each bag without the vegetables but were told that we need to get rid of the vegetables first.  I got around; from the panicked-streak frozen food additions to back-breaking stacking and hurdling and passing the bags to make it easier for the workers giving the food out.  Guests had a choice of eating breakfast or signing for the free bagged food.  I was the only one who wore a &lt;s&gt;knitted&lt;/s&gt; crocheted hoodie whereas everyone else were in shorts and T's, so it was quite embarrassing.  I regret dressing as I did because I was sweating like crap and was afraid I'd give off body odor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the guests left, the volunteers had breakfast and the BCCC just hung around for the next hour.  There was this one guy I met, his name was Will (I believe) who was watching us eat because that's what he does.  We went to the instruments and since Peter was with his band, they were playing with the instruments.  I wanted to learn the drums so Will ended up giving me a mini lesson...  Drumming is hard...  Counting is hard... Beating is hard...  The college student, Josh, and I went next door to get some free ice cream samples but the college student ended up purchasing a cup because he felt bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Broadway after to APICHA for my letter while everyone went to a friend, Bryant's, house.  Dehydrated, tired, and sweating as I was, I went to my cousin's house.  I hung out a bit and then went home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6448871993439956973?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6448871993439956973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/05/soup-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6448871993439956973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6448871993439956973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/05/soup-kitchen.html' title='Soup Kitchen'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6664638677185713835</id><published>2009-05-01T00:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:52:59.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Ms. Tech: Bodybuilding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Just a notice for me; I'll be back to finish this in a few days because I got 10 current events due for a global project I didn't even start yet... *dies*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah so I've finally come around to finishing this post (despite having not started homework yet).  Rebecca, Molly, and I went to the Mr. &amp; Ms. Tech contest after hanging out with Peter at the mall.  I tagged along because I had a free ticket (ty Eden!)  While waiting for the show to start, Rebecca managed to get a balloon animal from a gym teacher dressed as a clown.  It was a teddy bear with either, disproportional legs or just a really long tail (that could be the bear's unmentionable area as well...)  We sat with Beniah and watched a rapping trio (forgot their name) and then the break dancing team (they were awesome~)  Organized Chaos stepping came after and it was pretty cool too.  Lady Dragon came on later, between the contestant showings but although they weren't as good as OC, they weren't bad either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually didn't know what I was expecting when I went to this event.  Then I find out its about buff students competing for a title.  There were six girls who came on first and they were muscular (not to mention in bikinis---didn't expect this because it seems inappropriate for school).  Their muscles were so nicely toned :O  *envious*  I want muscles too! x[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guys were naked except for what seem like a speedo.  They were tall...big...and SCARY!  OMG:  I didn't realize we had such intimidating people at the school!  There was one asian, he oiled himself so much that his body color was different from his actual skin color (one can see the difference by comparing his body to his head xD).  This other guy, Kenneth, was probably the most muscular out of the bunch.  He had muscles on top of muscles but he only ended up third in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a second round after the posing section.  Each of the competitors had to perform and as for the guys... all they did was pretty much pose to their own music.  The girls had more entertaining performances; such as dancing and some moves to display their flexibility and strength.  Afterward, people were eliminated and then there was another posing section before voting.  Mr. Tech was the asian guy and Ms. Tech was the really tall Renee (I thought her performance was best).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I was recommended for AP Global... should I accept? and which: Euro or World?  Damn, Lee called me after class and it was just before the bell that she just whipped out the papers {this was surprising for me because I didn't know why she called me until people were talking about AP) and told me to choose one in a minute; hurry much?  She was late for class and I'm like deciding my future in a minute ~.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6664638677185713835?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6664638677185713835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-ms-tech-bodybuilding.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6664638677185713835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6664638677185713835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-ms-tech-bodybuilding.html' title='Mr. &amp; Ms. Tech: Bodybuilding'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-286130930184178011</id><published>2009-04-29T20:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:09:28.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q and A'/><title type='text'>Q: How's life?  A: Oh, swell!  I just can't wait till 2012 when it's all over.</title><content type='html'>I've always been a superstitious person.  This type of personality has tormented me through 3rd grade and left me with a habit of eluding most things that is horror, gory, and creepy (although not all; temptation is not to be taken likely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was 8, I learned of the fact that one day, whether it be today, tomorrow, or everyday: someone dies.  This has haunted me into thinking about what comes after death every time I came home from school while eating my meal before dinner.  The various notions that ran through my head scared me and had almost driven me to seek salvation in 'God' (although my family was generally atheistic).  Looking back, it's seems funny to think I would pray for the welfare of all who I know; thinking if I did, God wouldn't let anyone happen to those I'd pray for.  But what of all the other strangers in the world?  The selfishness of a brat cannot see such a thing when blinded by their own desire.  Sooner or later, though, I grew up from sentiments concerning death because I have concluded that what comes after death, is nothing.  Along with the physical body, the theoretical 'soul' will disperse into emptiness and what had not been achieved or recognize in the life time, will never be as though the particular individual had never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on later in my life, I've come to be distinguished as being someone who was awkward, weird, queer, or any other adjective that can be attributed to those words.  Nonetheless it seems my unnatural nature started around the summer of 2nd grade.  I guess that was the time of my life when I started developing a personality to fit with my new life style in a new borough.  I sought attention like most by human nature and this drove me to do 'funny' things, including outrageous acts like talking to toilets.  I am without doubt, an oh so lonely person :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstition is a peeve for me.  It sucks to have such a personality that can't even take horror movie commercials (they can influence my nightmares for up to two months!)  Then there are time when one learns the cruel interrogation ways of the world and makes one think of them constantly as if teaching the person to become a psycho murderer.  It's best not to think of such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious how I want to be more charismatic so I can start and continue conversation as I once could.  Rather, my eccentric personality had been destroyed through 8th grade and what was left from the erosion was nothing but negative behavior.  Now all I can do is record these memories on a blog.  I'd just decided to write something like this because I was reminded of how I can be when I was reunited with some old friends today... while waiting to buy some 'cheap' ice cream (31 cents per scoop @ Baskin-Robins).  It was fun waiting on line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-286130930184178011?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/286130930184178011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/04/q-hows-life-oh-swell-i-just-cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/286130930184178011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/286130930184178011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/04/q-hows-life-oh-swell-i-just-cant-wait.html' title='Q: How&apos;s life?  A: Oh, swell!  I just can&apos;t wait till 2012 when it&apos;s all over.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4180807123197743125</id><published>2009-03-20T21:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:28:08.787-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volenteer'/><title type='text'>Volenteer:  Work for free (I wish it wasn't)</title><content type='html'>I was originally going to post this on Stray Dog... but CuteNews fcked up on me again... *sigh*  so I'm posting it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do to the requirement for graduation (in another 3 years), I found some volunteer work at a Assembly Council place a few days ago.  I'll be going there for two hours after school on Fridays and today was my first day.  What I basically need to do is sort papers and other little jobs.  Today, the lady who accepted my employment, Stephanie made me sort out papers.  I finished in the first 40 minutes and spent the next half hour listening to a New Utrech Global teacher express his complaints and concerns about one of his classes that had only two students who understood English (the others only knew their Chinese dialect).  Really, I feel bad for the guy because it must be stressful having to teach a class that don't even understand the language you're talking in.  I hope all goes well for him because Stephanie recommended him some possible translator.  It seems that schools nowadays, probably can't higher bilingual/more teachers due to major cuts with the country's economic crisis and all.  The next hour, I just sat there waiting for more jobs to do...  listening in on the office workers talk about business stuff and complaints about a smell garbage.  I had to copy a few papers and I never knew how complicated some copy machines can be.  If you don't put the paper correctly, off by maybe a millimeter or some sort, the machine will print out a copy in landscape, rather than the desired portrait.  Last thing I had to do was file some papers... what a complicated task as well...  Most of the names I couldn't even find in the two crammed cabinets.  I spent forever trying to find the folder names, returning and going over each cabinet a dozen times.  In the end, I didn't finish and since my hours were up, I went home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4180807123197743125?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4180807123197743125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-originally-going-to-post-this-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4180807123197743125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4180807123197743125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-originally-going-to-post-this-on.html' title='Volenteer:  Work for free (I wish it wasn&apos;t)'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-1388260349937320196</id><published>2009-03-07T00:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:32:58.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phys. ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Slip + Fall = Damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To think that swim gym couldn't get worse... it does.  On Thursday, we started going underwater to retrieve rings.  It's no surprise I didn't even manage to get one &gt;.&gt;  Swimming just isn't my forte and so, not realizing it was time to get out, I ended up being on of the last ones to make it to the locker.  I didn't have time to put on my flip flops and was just speed walking barefoot, slipping although managing my balance a couple of times (*ahem*warning signs but I was stupid to have ignored).  Right outside the girl's locker room, the water finally got me.  I slipped and fell backwards and in those few seconds, I've injured my lower back, sides and some of my gluteus as well.  I suffered throughout these past two days with terrible aches and pains and I started getting stomach aches as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night of the incidence was probably one of the worse in my life.  I had English Gods and Goddess project due the next day (having procrastinated for weeks on end) along with the usual long Global homework, Spanish project (who knew drawing monsters were so hard?!), and a few other things.  I spent four hours on English and only managed to finish the analytic piece, giving up with starting the creative part.  I gave up on math since I didn't get most of it and global, I had to copy...  Throughout all the work, I started panicking, stressing, and all those other terrible feelings one may feel when they're in deep shit.  Not only was I mentally affected, but physically as well; trying to cope with the side pain and then I started getting the damn stomach aches that are probably caused by indigestion and constipation (I had suspicions that these cases are associated with my injury...when I fell, it is likely my digestive system got all messed up).  I seriously broke down that night because the stomach aches were like the worse cramps ever, without of few moments of relief.  I couldn't get rid of it unless I took a crap, which I couldn't (tried like two times, sitting on the toilet for about 30 minutes each...with no results and still).  In the end, my grandma just gave me some Chinese medicine that caused me to constantly burp as I went to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-1388260349937320196?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/1388260349937320196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/03/slip-fall-damage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1388260349937320196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1388260349937320196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/03/slip-fall-damage.html' title='Slip + Fall = Damage'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8632248887315613810</id><published>2009-02-26T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:50:42.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>Spanish Homework:  Surprise Ingredient</title><content type='html'>So I was innocently trying to find a hamburger recipe I can translate into Spanish to study in advance for the commands test tomorrow.&lt;blockquote&gt;Access denied. Your IP address [96.224.19.230] is blacklisted. If you feel this is in error please contact your hosting providers abuse department.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Where did I go wrong? Q_Q  Oh yea, today.  After Courtney made my hand grope Peter's invisible ass... =="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8632248887315613810?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8632248887315613810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/spanish-homework-surprise-ingredient.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8632248887315613810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8632248887315613810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/spanish-homework-surprise-ingredient.html' title='Spanish Homework:  Surprise Ingredient'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-350289194215254672</id><published>2009-02-20T18:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:47:58.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ddp-pltw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Technology Hates Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been having problems with my monitor lately.  This is but the present display of technology's grudge through a half-decade history.  I'm quite certain that the problems persists because it's old and so it's components are wearing out but I just can't understand WHY NOW?!  I've got a Spanish project draft due (typed), research and compile 1-2 pages of notes for a "sub-topic" of Ancient Greek inventions/achievements for English, some sort of analysis on the Goddess Artemis for english (typed), and a DDP Powerpoint due...  Now with a screen that blacks out constantly every few seconds, I can't get anything done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This condemns me to the last resort of using the big, bulky, antique monitor originally bundled with the Windows 98 computer my dad happened to pick up.  Now the depth of my desk where it's to be held, is not even two feet and so the screen takes up all the depth space, leaving no room for my keyboard which is currently hanging over the edge.  Then there's the problem with having my face too close to the screen and I can't do anything about it since my chair only has barely enough room to maneuver in with the sofa behind and all.&lt;/p&gt;I'm desperate, anyone have an extra monitor they're willing to lend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-350289194215254672?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/350289194215254672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/technology-hates-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/350289194215254672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/350289194215254672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/technology-hates-me.html' title='Technology Hates Me'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3686812859334374333</id><published>2009-02-14T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:16:41.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ddp-pltw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Happy SAD Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>There's not much to write about since it's not at all that exciting.  The clutter of projects and homework that was assigned prior to the break has ruined my expectations for a relaxing vacation.  I have two group projects due for English and I still don't get shit about what we need to do... another for DDP but it's going to turn out like bullshit because my partner and I have clashing personas when it comes to academic work.  Then there's the usual long global, boring biology, and the long boring bio lab.  I woke up at 2 today, sleeping later than 2 at night so if this habit keeps up, instigating procrastination, the results is a screwed me [seem like dejavu?  Well it's not; it's just that I never learn...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for break were catching up in anime I'ven't (lmao, double contraction---oh the laziness) touched in weeks; maybe months.  Then I gotta extract new PNGs for my archive which I haven't done so in months.  There's the collaboration, the makeover for my Obscure which had been postponed for months...  Posting on recent forums, daily...  Ugh, so much to do in so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day to those lovers out there (although I believe everyday should be Valentine's Day for you because it's illogical to make just one day special for your lover)  and Happy SAD (Single's Awareness Day) to the singles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3686812859334374333?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3686812859334374333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-sad-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3686812859334374333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3686812859334374333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-sad-valentines-day.html' title='Happy &lt;s&gt;SAD&lt;/s&gt; Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-3168201123497165200</id><published>2009-02-10T00:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:52:57.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phys. ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Playlist Update</title><content type='html'>I wasted $16.50 on a swimsuit bottom I'm not even gonna use.  Since my mom removed the tags and all; I probably won't be able to refund it =="  Arg.  So today, I spent like four hours shopping around 34th Street...  I would write more but I'm tired z_z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across some nice music I liked so I decided to update my playlist.  I'm not gonna write about my opinion on them since I don't think anyone even cares but enjoy.  It's surprising how I've been adding English music xD  I think I put the songs by favorite (top to bottom) although the first five are all on equal ground :P  It was such a pain in the ass finding a decent quality mp3 for &lt;i&gt;Pictures of You&lt;/i&gt; though...&gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; The host for the music and images pertaining to this website is currently down.  I'm going to wait a few days to see if it'll get back up and if it doesn't, I'm planning to move everything to a new host.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-3168201123497165200?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/3168201123497165200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/playlist-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3168201123497165200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/3168201123497165200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/playlist-update.html' title='Playlist Update'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2465419391531487340</id><published>2009-02-08T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:22:09.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sledding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phys. ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fort green park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Sink or Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, I had a "lot" to write about concerning the events that have happened this week but I got lazy and now that I laid it off till now to post, well, it just doesn't seem right xD  Anyway, basically, all that happened is:  I got locked out of the library and when the lady was going to open it again, Mikhail comes along and screws up the whole thing by being Mikhail so Courtney and I went to hang out at the park for 9th period.  I was convinced to roll down the snowy hills about two times which was fun but I learned one thing:  &lt;b&gt;Make sure all your pockets are closed and zipped up before rolling down hills&lt;/b&gt;---I almost lost my keys and broke my phone this way O.o"  When we saw kids coming with sleds, Courtney got out her plastic folder so we could slide down the hill too xD  Lucky me, I got a long jacket so I didn't take to much damage as to what Courtney went through (completely wet pants, snow up her shirt, frostbitten toes and fingers, etc.)  Ah it was fun.  The next day, Molly joined but we didn't stay as long because a lot of the snow has melted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had swimming for the first time.  It took me a while to get my hands on a swimsuit for the first class but fortunately, my cousin let me borrow hers; I'll be going shopping my other cousin tomorrow for a new one ~.~"  Swimming is never going to be my forte.  I just can't seem to exhale under water for long, floating is troublesome, and they expect me to learn how to swim by the end of the year?!  I'll probably get chemically mutated due to all the chlorine I take in or die trying before that... ;A;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2465419391531487340?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2465419391531487340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/sink-or-swim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2465419391531487340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2465419391531487340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/sink-or-swim.html' title='Sink or Swim'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8255949232136605261</id><published>2009-02-04T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:50:28.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phys. ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefect'/><title type='text'>New Term</title><content type='html'>Ack!  What a boring title...can't help it since I can't come up with anything (I know it's optional but I always title my posts).  Anyway, yesterday sucked ass for us who had 1-8 period schedules.  Since we had prefect during first period so everyone can have the whole day to sulk about their report card grades and receive new schedules to prevent people from going to their original classes, just to find they've made a mistake and ended up being late for class, 1-8 scheduled people ended up having to stay in school an extra period of school.  Since our first period class was void, we had to take it after 9th period (some people had 1-9 so it was not possible for those who had 9 to go to the 1st period class).  Basically, it's like staying in school for 10 periods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I had nothing to do during 9th, I was going to go to the library.  Due to habit, I went to the locker first to get my jacket and all and realized that I didn't have to get it yet since the locker was in my 1st period classroom and I can get it after...  I ended up being late getting to the library.  Actually, I think I got there when I usually do but they closed the doors early, sticking with the excuse that it was packed (which clearly, it wasn't).  There was a crowd of other kids there too.  I ran into Thomas, Tejas, Gavin, and Patrick and followed them up to the band room.  We stayed outside in the halls and then they decided to go down to the pool while I went to the auditorium.  I got to the first floor and found Henry and Darius so I ran after them to find out where they were going; which apparently was the bathroom but after, we all ended up in the auditorium and I was the only girl... wth, where'd all the other females in the class go?! (...that I had to be stuck with the buncha male perverts and weirdos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah so, for the report card, I went down.  I HAVE SWIMMING NOW =="  NOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8255949232136605261?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8255949232136605261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-term.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8255949232136605261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8255949232136605261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-term.html' title='New Term'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6310529436178028826</id><published>2009-01-30T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:49:57.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed E-mail</title><content type='html'>Just a heads up, I changed the e-mail for this blog so that means I had to make a new profile (well, I had to copy and paste my old one into this one) and all.  Nothing has changed besides that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=="  I spent 10 minutes trying to find the damn question I wanted to answer and couldn't so I just used the old one xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6310529436178028826?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6310529436178028826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/changed-e-mail.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6310529436178028826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6310529436178028826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/changed-e-mail.html' title='Changed E-mail'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11128492342669850398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIU7SmtUPPA/SYKRbSprXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PWsJwg3fsGA/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7487518431525483777</id><published>2009-01-27T16:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:30:44.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ddp-pltw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='software'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>What Happened Yesterday, Stays Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ugh, so yesterday, after school, I went to Seth Low Park to play basketball with Joyce.  We didn't have a basketball though...  so we just handballed with Michelle.  It was so friggin' cold.  This guy, Stanley, who couldn't speak english fluently (has the Chinese accent) kept pissing Michelle off by throwing her ball over the fence and onto the sidewalk.  After some handball, we went over to a random guy who was playing basketball on his own and asked if we could play too.  I was on his team and apparently, he didn't think of me as his teammate because he never passes the ball to me and just runs and shoots.  I think the guy preferred to play alone since he didn't look like he was into the whole idea of playing basketball with us.  We went back to handball and found that I once again, suck at serving ;I  I got better at hitting the ball though since my hands were probably frozen solid.  It was funny how Michelle tried serving with ice.  The players on the other side got their ball out and one of the guys thought Michelle was gonna get it for them but instead, she goes for the ice xD  I left after about an hour since I had to accompany my mom and brother to my great aunt's house.  Olfie is so cute &lt;333 &gt;///&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get home around 6 and started panicking.  I had to study for the DDP final that I had today and since I didn't want to hog the computer, I decided I'll try studying all the powerpoints and documents on my ancient Windows 98 (not even SE, it's a first edition ~.~).  However, I didn't have Microsoft installed on that computer since it only had 5 gb space and 63 mb RAM (they said it was 64...my ass).  I decided I would have to probably convert the powerpoints to a .doc file so I could open in Wordpad or something.  I first tried to look for some powerpoint viewer program but none of them supported my Windows 98 (it works for SE but not FE ;_;).  Then I decided searched up converters and I tried various software that converted the powerpoints to .pdf, .txt, .doc, and even webpage files.  Most of them were trials and had stupid limitations (convert only part of each file, etc.) or they just ended up looking extremely messed up.  It just so happened that Microsoft had a plug-in for Office 2007 that could save all files into .pdf files that actually look exactly like the slides.  Having wasted about one or two hours finding a conversion program, I wasted another 15 minutes converting them.  It was probably 10 by the time I tried to view the files on the ancient computer and so I put in my USB to find that I'd removed Adobe Reader from the computer.  I had to go back and interrupt my brother during his game to download Adobe Reader 3 (newer versions don't support Windows 98).  So the Adobe Reader does read .pdf files but because it's so old and outdated, it couldn't support new features and then errors keep coming up and I couldn't read half the slide because since it didn't support new features, it couldn't show them and just left a blank screen.  By this time, I was desperate.  Literally almost breaking down, I called Molly for her help and she was to make a study guide and send it to me (which I never got...)  Fortunately, my brother got off the computer and P sent me study guides~  I didn't study though, I was tired and wanted to relax so I just read manga till 2:00 in the morning :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.pacificeastwest.com/4901326034259.html" target="_blank"&gt;Kasugai Nodo Ni Sukkiri Fruit Candy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (well their candy in general...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7487518431525483777?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7487518431525483777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7487518431525483777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7487518431525483777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened-yesterday.html' title='What Happened Yesterday, Stays Yesterday'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4887896686276228441</id><published>2009-01-26T17:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:44:05.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><title type='text'>Finals:  It's alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy &lt;b&gt;Asian&lt;/b&gt; New Year! :D Today, I went to school! Hahah...yea, it's sad ==" Since there were so many kids absent, I didn't really do anything today. Everyone who showed up just talked and hanged although in some classes, the teacher actually gave us work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In math, my teacher was still busy grading so everyone just started drawing on the board with chalk. We didn't get our finals back yet.  He's pretty slow with the grading...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got our term project grades and finals back in global. My group project received 90 and I got 95.5 for global; probably the highest final grade I'm gonna get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We watched a video about Mexico City in spanish. I got a 89 on the final because apparently, my grammar sucks! My essay got a -7 for grammar (highest is a 10).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Bio Lab, I wrestled Mikhail (I think I finally spelt his name right...) for a chair. I dunno but I was switching my broken dirty one for a better one and out of no where, he comes and tries to take it from me?! Wth, something is seriously wrongwith that kid... During the two periods, I worked with other people to make a Dichotomas Key for chocolate...I learned what Mounds were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wasserstein was absent so we didn't do anything in this class either. What was highly disturbing was that P kept throwing a water bottle at my girl parts while I try to get revenge by kicking his. Darius kept touching everyone...*shiver*&lt;/p&gt;I became a Mediator during "lunch".&lt;p&gt;My grade for my biology final was a 93. I think Weber no longer cares about cussing. &lt;blockquote&gt;We all eat crap!...SHIT SHIT SHIT!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4887896686276228441?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4887896686276228441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/finals-its-alright.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4887896686276228441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4887896686276228441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/finals-its-alright.html' title='Finals:  It&apos;s alright'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7608910572880096731</id><published>2009-01-22T17:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:47:03.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phys. ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Finished?  Apparently not.</title><content type='html'>Ugh!  I thought my day was going along contently as usual but it turned worse.  I took my Spanish finals today and although there were &lt;b&gt;70 multiple choice questions&lt;/b&gt; to be done in an hour, I managed to complete it 2/3 of the time and spent the last few minutes checking.  I think I did okay and probably passed since the questions were really basic and not too complicated, although I must admit, some did stump me.  I also took my gym "final".  He'd given us a sheet in advance and half of the stuff on the test wasn't even on the study sheet.  The study sheet covered the fundamentals of volleyball but never in my life, had I found true/false questions so demanding...  I probably failed but I don't mind for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started turning worse after that.  I went to English and found I have lost or been robbed of my water bottle =-=" so I had to suffer dehydration for the rest of the day (it was right after gym too).  Our board was not finished since none of our writing pieces were glued on.  We didn't haven't scissors to cut the paper margins either so we turned to ripping and pasting them all over the place.  Our analysis was supposed to be pasted onto a &lt;s&gt;calender&lt;/s&gt; scroll but we couldn't find it so we had to improvise and just stuck extra colored paper we had and glue the pieces of ripped up analysis pieces to it...  (the calender was later found in M's locker ~.~)  I could've sworn that the whole time we were gluing and ripping and trying to make it look nice, Wasserstein kept talking and explaining (maybe to an extent that he was actually trying to give us some time?).  Anyway, we were missing pieces such as the Progress Log (I forgot to type it the previous day so I had to rewrite it &lt;s&gt;neatly&lt;/s&gt; quickly...) and draft along with notes.  After we were done, we had to review other projects and my group was just so confused because we weren't listening.  We managed somehow but the period left me upset and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to biology to find that my class is potentially in danger of loosing points because Weber lost a copy of the final test packet.  It was so weird and awkward because the order in which we got the numbered papers messed up at the numbered packet that was missing.  The person who was supposed to get #11 had #32 so we don't know...  Hopefully, it'd turn up and anyhow, I don't think he would take points off because he's nice.  I could tell he was mad though...&lt;blockquote&gt;*mumble* *mumble*...  *low shout*son of a bitch*low shout* *talk about bartending*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7608910572880096731?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7608910572880096731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/finished-apparently-not.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7608910572880096731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7608910572880096731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/finished-apparently-not.html' title='Finished?  Apparently not.'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-6610818323718000310</id><published>2009-01-19T21:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:57:46.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>English Group Project</title><content type='html'>V, M, R, Dr and I had to work on a group project.  We had to write a shared analysis on the last chapter of &lt;i&gt;Siddhartha&lt;/i&gt;, produce a creative piece (each), and have draft and progress log, all attached to a board.  Then we had to have all the writing on a separate portfolio... Ugh.  So we finally decided to start working on it since it's due tomorrow.  I arrived at R's house at like 2:00.  The rest couldn't show up due to sickness, celebration, and other mysterious occurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R's mom left fruit and &lt;s&gt;purple&lt;/s&gt; blue chips for us when her parents went out.  R and I started making the outside of the board (now that I think about it, there wasn't really a point since it was totally our own idea and we just gave ourselves more work; all for the sake of earning points for creativity!)  Then we had a really long break.  We listened to each others' music and look at some of P's Facebook pictures (:P  who knew P, Dn, and B hung out together?!)  After all this, I freeloaded food off R (whole grain&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt; bread---there's like, &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; in there, tea---the tea ball is awesome o_o, and milk :P)  We just finished the optional outside when her parents came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the inside.  We made a tree collage :P  We laminated it.  There was a shortage of the same shade of blue construction paper.  We ended up making a fucked up mosaic of different shaded, large squared, construction paper (my cousins' paper cutter comes in good use at times like these)---half of which, I didn't notice until it was almost time for me to go home so I had to hurry.  We laminated Brahman too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spray Glue Pros &amp;amp; Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cons&lt;/s&gt; Pros&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's quick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pros&lt;/s&gt; Cons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It stinks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It sprays everywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not as sticky as it should be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Conclusion:  Don't bother with Spray Glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I had to go home.  We didn't finish much...only like 1/2 the board.  I bet no one in our group even started their creative piece (I probably won't finish mine either....  Our class meetings didn't consist enough of group discussion so the share analysis couldn't be done.  &lt;b&gt;We are screwed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals are coming up.  I didn't start studying at all.  My global and biology finals are on Wednesday.  Those are the subjects I suck at most and need to study the most---FYI; &lt;b&gt;I am screwed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;  R, the third eye on Brahman, needs the whites behind the pupil.  Try white-out? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I'm blogging when I should be finishing my spanish and math homework, write the draft essay for my biology final, and finish the english shit.  I tend to do this a lot---especially when I'm too lazy to bother or too anxious from worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt;  Lol, Thanks Janie, for pointing out my Pros and Cons error :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-6610818323718000310?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/6610818323718000310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/english-group-project.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6610818323718000310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/6610818323718000310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/english-group-project.html' title='English Group Project'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2561735309620192205</id><published>2009-01-17T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:31:36.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phys. ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><title type='text'>The Pain that is Gym</title><content type='html'>I've been getting a few physicial education related injuries lately.  Yesterday, during a game of volleyball, K was passing the ball over to my team and when I was turning to move for rotation, it hit me squarely on the jaw and dislocated it a little.  During basketball, Pat pass the ball to me and it hit my chest.  After 8th period, I forgot my gym clothes so I had to go back to the previous classroom to get them and while I was hurrying  down the stairs skipping a step, I missed my footing and twisted my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that lady was at the lockers, I managed to sneak passed her so I didn't have to go to the 8th floor \o/!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced I've failed the writing portion of my Spanish finals.  I didn't do any studying the previous day so I took my notes and studied on the train.  It just so happened that I didn't have the good notes that included the worksheets and tests with me because I'd put them in another folder which I left at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2561735309620192205?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2561735309620192205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-that-is-gym.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2561735309620192205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2561735309620192205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-that-is-gym.html' title='The Pain that is Gym'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7703646821204241626</id><published>2009-01-14T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:27:19.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phys. ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lock'/><title type='text'>Locked Out</title><content type='html'>Physical Education is such a pain.  Since the beginning of the year, it's been causing me problems.  On the first day we used the gym lockers, by the end of the period, I'd gotten mine switched with someone else's lock and was never able to exchange back.  I didn't want to waste $12 to buy another lock from school so I decided to just use the store bought one I was planning to use for a personal locker.  Up till now, I've no trouble getting into the locker room to change and suddenly, today, the female gym teacher who validates our entry, wouldn't let me in since my lock wasn't bought from school.  I was pissed and tried to negotiate but she just wouldn't agree.  I end up having to climb five floors of stairs to get to the 8th floor gym and explain/complain to Mr. Kono about the lock.  He allowed me to change in the 8th floor locker room.  This sucks because this would mean that I had to go all the way up to the 8th floor from the first when the period is over.  Luckily, I was able to hitch a ride on the elevator after class and wasn't late for class.  My problem now is, I don't plan on buying a new lock and if that old hag still won't let me in, I'm gonna be stuck with the risk of walking 16 flights of stairs.  I'm screwed.  @#$% that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hurt in gym again &gt;.&gt;  During basketball, I tried to catch a ball and it ended up punching me in my left eye.  It hit me again later in the same area =.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7703646821204241626?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7703646821204241626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/locked-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7703646821204241626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7703646821204241626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/locked-out.html' title='Locked Out'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-1125681635092509367</id><published>2009-01-13T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:22:35.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>Flat Dead</title><content type='html'>Lmao, I'm not mad anymore P...  However, try it again and be prepared to have your ass chased down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before R left, P tried to drag M and I along to go with him to his faraway station.  We ended up getting into a kick fight before I had to cross the street.  It must've been a real spectacle for the people across.  After R left, P dragged me by my book bag, as I attempted to escape, to go to his Atlantic Avenue station &gt;.&gt;  I wanted to go to Dekalb and M and I were going to Altantic Avenue (&amp; Pacific Street) anyway so we tried to convince him that if he came along, he'd be able to take his stupid 5 train.  I managed to make two breaks for it but due to the limited amount of stamina I had, P managed to capture me again.  In the end, we ended up going to Dekalb on the condition that we walk P to his train.  Even then, I was dragged along.  Man, it sucks how we were taking the M train to Atlantic and M could've took it home.  When we arrived at Atlantic, the my N train came and we had to give that up to accompany nagging P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a flat dead cat on my walk home.  It was &lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt; flat, although because of it skeletal structure and all, it still had some depth.  I passed it with no mind since I thought it was sleeping.  However, it was suspicious how the cat was next to a tire &gt;.&gt;  I think the car the carcass laid next to was the one that ran it over.  I would've not been able to tell since there was no blood.  Ah...  I had the urge to take a picture but didn't have my cell.  Then I wanted to take out some paper and write "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I ran over a cat and didn't notice&lt;/span&gt;" and stick it to the window of the car.  Then I would've written, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Please bury me; and not in garbage&lt;/span&gt;" and leave the note next to the cat.  I had the delusion that the car owner or the people who lived in the house it died in front off, would've shoveled it into a garbage bag.  I think that was the fate of the cat that used to hang out in my backyard.  I heard that my neighbors threw it in the trash and then I imagined them chopping it up first or something ~.~  In the end, I just walked away because it would be weird if someone saw me do what I thought; there were people on the street.  I told my mom about it when I got home.  She saw it too, when she went to buy the newspaper.  I assumed that was the morning and so the cat was probably there for a hours now... probably still there &gt;.&gt;  R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-1125681635092509367?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/1125681635092509367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/flat-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1125681635092509367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1125681635092509367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/flat-dead.html' title='Flat Dead'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7158777856076980921</id><published>2009-01-11T02:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:57:32.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>No Life &amp; Wasting Time</title><content type='html'>Lol, I decided to add new music, this time, they're entirely &lt;i&gt;english&lt;/i&gt; =_="  Anyway, I just spent 3 hours setting up the player; I'm wasting away my life...  should've worked on my Stray Dog blog's layout instead &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to talk about the music :P... at 2:20 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Erika - Relations:&lt;/span&gt;  Sounds like Cascada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIGHTS - February Air:&lt;/span&gt; Techno/Dance -- I dunno, not much of a fan of the genre but its alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MC Frontalot - Shame of the Otaku:&lt;/span&gt; Probably the only song that has asian lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Owl City - The Saltwater Room:&lt;/span&gt; I found both the name of the artist and title unique.  It reminds me of Daft Punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Bird and the Bee - Come as You Were:&lt;/span&gt; My favorite of the five, it's catchy... similiar to Chairlift/Dido/Jem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7158777856076980921?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7158777856076980921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-life-wasting-time.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7158777856076980921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7158777856076980921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-life-wasting-time.html' title='No Life &amp; Wasting Time'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4807054235908360081</id><published>2009-01-08T18:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:20:38.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phys. ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ddp-pltw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staying up late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Oh!  The Horror!</title><content type='html'>I got pegged in the stomach with a volleyball today.  It hurt like shit.  I actually heard the hydrochloric acid in my stomach make a swishing sound (I'm hungry and theres nothing in there but liquid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think phys. ed. is very funny for some reason.  I laugh every time someone hits the ball.  That volleyball must've somehow hurt my head and deleted some brain cells along with bruising my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my spanish project given a few &lt;s&gt;weeks&lt;/s&gt; months ago and I wait till last minute.  *sigh*  Looks like another all nighter and I'm not gonna be able to go on the computer over the weekend because I'm taking all of my brother's computer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mad piss yesterday.  I found out that my DDP-PLTW blackboard site got deleted due to inactivity for 30 days.  I think I should've at least gotten a notice.  I'm sure they sent it, just never got it.  This happened before with my other school/educational site Common Concept (collective of school-related sites concerning projects and such) and it made me want to drown in tears.  I worked really hard on the layouts and such; made it all from scratch without photoshop coding and designing.  I think I got over it.  Luckly, I was smart to back-up the whole DDP site ahead of time so I just had to reupload 100 mb of &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;shit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time helping P make a Hate Mikhail and probably some school related purpose forum.  It'll be open sooner or later: &lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="#" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt; (P wanted me to remove it).  Still in progress stages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though I had more to write today but I can't remember.  I'll edit this when it comes back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4807054235908360081?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4807054235908360081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-pegged-in-stomach-with-basketball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4807054235908360081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4807054235908360081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-pegged-in-stomach-with-basketball.html' title='Oh!  The Horror!'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8191960007302804880</id><published>2009-01-07T19:24:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:28:00.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Nerds Unite</title><content type='html'>It is times like these when I love biology.  Yesterday, Mr. Weber introduced us to &lt;b&gt;nerdcore hip hop&lt;/b&gt; and its just ownage.  This is the song he let us listen too and below are some of my favorite lyrics xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MC Frontalot - Diseases of Yore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe you’ll never die,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you’re going to live forever&lt;br /&gt;and never have anything wrong with you,&lt;br /&gt;and until you do,&lt;br /&gt;you won’t worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re probably fine;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should pretend to forget to remember&lt;br /&gt;the bullet that’s meant for you,&lt;br /&gt;until it’s overdue,&lt;br /&gt;and it runs you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;object id="audioplayer1" data="http://tatsuki.webng.com/player.swf" height="24" width="290" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param value="http://tatsuki.webng.com/audio-player.js" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://tatsuki.webng.com/MC Frontalot - Diseases of Yore.mp3" name="FlashVars"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I hate this space, oh well... I tried to fix it ;O  If you like this, check out &lt;i&gt;Shame of the Otakus&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8191960007302804880?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8191960007302804880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-times-like-these-when-i-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8191960007302804880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8191960007302804880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-times-like-these-when-i-love.html' title='Nerds Unite'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8908168264257034987</id><published>2009-01-05T17:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:28:51.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Late Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Apparently one of my nightmares came true because today, I was late for school.  Something went wrong with my mom's alarm so she couldn't wake up to wake me up at the usual time.  I actually woke up at 7, the time when I'm supposed to be leaving the house.  I go to the train station to see 1-9 period students =3=  It's to early for them~  they should stay home later so they won't have to make a big crowd to get into the school ;_;  Lucky for me, I'm smart enough to transfer to the R train at 59th street instead of Atlantic-Pacific.  No offense, but I find people who don't transfer when the train is right there, pretty stupid.  They'd rather stay on a crowded train and wait to transfer later, than go to the train they'd transfer to anyway when it still had seats and it was right there in front of them.  Today, the N train arrived at Atlantic later than the R (usually, it's the other way around for me), so the R closed its doors and left when the N train came into the station---bet that would teach those people next time if they got the transfer early idea into their heads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We started talking about writing in English today and the teacher asked who wrote everyday and boasted about he used to write 3-4 hours everyday in the past (inhuman thoughts: lowlife).  Does typing on a blog count for writing daily?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8908168264257034987?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8908168264257034987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-start.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8908168264257034987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8908168264257034987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-start.html' title='Late Start'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-1665251674899034528</id><published>2009-01-03T18:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:54:22.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I had a strange dream where I was at school (after vacation) and I was let out early from Mediation.  I thought I was going to be early to my last period class but then the bell rang and I was in the north side of the building; I needed to get to the southeast side.  I don't know, but I suddenly didn't remember the room number and was to lazy to look at my schedule so I "improvised" and just kept walking up and down the stairs.  I was blocked off by a library so I had to go up and down again and was late.  I got to class and everyone was outside, the biology teacher was going to take us somewhere or whatever so I just sneaked into the crowd.  What's strange was that the biology teacher in my dream was an old woman instead of my actual teacher whose a middle-age man.  I didn't bother to know why and when we got to our destination, I realized the attendance has been taken so I hurried to look for the teacher and tell her I was late but she was no where to be found.  The fear of having a cut card (or whatever they give for cutting class) scared me and I ended up waking up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I had another weird nightmare where I went to an after school play and it sucked because people had to sit in those metal folding chairs and the legs didn't have the covering so every time the chairs moved, it made that screeching scratching chalkboard noise.  I don't remember anything pertaining to the play and afterward, we could all leave.  I told someone to get my bookbag for me because I had to go somewhere and when that person gave me the bag, it turned out it wasn't mine.  I was already outside of the school and I needed to get in to find my backpack but I knew the security lady wouldn't let us in again (this happened in reality).  I panicked since I had my books, notes and schoolwork in there.  I woke up but went back to sleep for another three hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-1665251674899034528?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/1665251674899034528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1665251674899034528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/1665251674899034528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-7240052294167986973</id><published>2009-01-01T15:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:55:50.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artemis fowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>New Year 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How my year ended: Finished two math homeworks; six more to go.  Finished biology homework~I didn't need the computer at all xD  So yea, I was finishing up some schoolwork.  It just so happens that I've been staying up till 1:00 or 2:00 each day during my winter vacation and waking up around 11 ~ 1.  Yesterday, I decided to go to sleep earlier for no apparent reason (around 11?) after I finished reading &lt;u&gt;Artemis Fowl: Time Paradox&lt;/u&gt; (took like three months xP).  I tried to go to sleep with the lights on because I was already laying on the bed and was to lazy to get up to turn it off, so I was half asleep because the lights and the sound of the fireworks kept me up partially as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not so enthusiastic about a new year, maybe it's because its a regular day for me.  I'll have to wait till February to be excited about Chinese New Year since I'll finally get money (I hope I don't waste it all or loose half of it like I did last year &gt;.&gt;").&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Resolutions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass Freshmen year without a lot of problems and good grades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I swear I thought of another one... ;_;  I can't remember.&lt;/s&gt; GET A JOB!  I am desperate for decent part time work!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yea, not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-7240052294167986973?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/7240052294167986973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-09.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7240052294167986973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/7240052294167986973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-09.html' title='New Year 09'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8499466281579131707</id><published>2008-12-30T13:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:25:56.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Fire and Sing Tao Newspaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had to buy the newspaper for my grandpa today.  When I arrived on the avenue where the deli was, there were crowds of people gathered across the street from the store.  There were like five firetrucks and a dozen police cars that blocked the side where I had to go.  The fire took place on two floors of the apartment on top of the store next to the deli.  The fire had been put out but one can see where it burned since the window borders were blackened and all.  Since I couldn't buy the newspaper there, I had to walk a few more streets to this other deli that sold the Chinese newspaper my grandpa wanted.  They were sold out so I went home and my grandpa ambushed me at the door, telling me to go to this pharmacy that was another avenue and few blocks away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never thought buying one newspaper would require so much walking and that a lot of stores didn't sell the Sing Tao newspaper...  what a crappy morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to start my math homeworks and finish the project...  I'mma probably try my best to finish the other annoyances (bio homework and spanish project) today...if I don't get distracted and procrastinate again ;_;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt; KANNAGI ENDED?!  WTF :X  It was a nice anime overall TT-TT  just couldn't believe it ended so soon... episode 13! &gt;x&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8499466281579131707?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8499466281579131707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/fire-and-sing-tao-newspaper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8499466281579131707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8499466281579131707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/fire-and-sing-tao-newspaper.html' title='Fire and Sing Tao Newspaper'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5361960201859368744</id><published>2008-12-27T01:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:33:00.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Winter Break To Do List</title><content type='html'>School (should be done in a minimum of 5 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math Project + 13 Homework (includes  make-up)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spanish Project (should be done in a day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Biology Homework (don't get distracted while researching on the computer!)&lt;/s&gt; - 12.31&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;English Homework (don't sleep no matter how boring the read is!)&lt;/s&gt; - 12.29&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;DDP isometric &amp;amp; orthographic sketches for Puzzle Cube&lt;/s&gt; - 12.27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revamp Obscure collective (entirely: webpages &amp;amp; new layout)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New layout for Stray Dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up on anime (!) and less manga (they will distract you)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Extractions (meh, not that important)&lt;/s&gt; - updated for January; 1.1 &amp;amp; new layout (?) for Etcetera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;More will probably be added if I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5361960201859368744?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5361960201859368744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-break-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5361960201859368744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5361960201859368744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-break-to-do-list.html' title='Winter Break To Do List'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-465331047819951214</id><published>2008-12-25T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:06:57.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.tinypic.com/9b8zmc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/9b8zmc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift for all my followers, visitors, etc.  (I used this for all my site xD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-465331047819951214?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/465331047819951214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/465331047819951214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/465331047819951214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/9b8zmc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2639366998963551365</id><published>2008-12-21T23:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:38:18.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bracelet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earrings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><title type='text'>Find Out if You're a Retard</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;***I'm retarded for doing this.&lt;/b&gt;  Really, this is just for fun; I'm not trying to discriminate those who are mentally challenge so please don't take this as offensive &gt;_&lt;  I just got this off deviantart again (I don't have an account but I love browsing the art made by various people) when I get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You have yelled at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you. (Probably.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have run into a tree/bush.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have been called a blond.&lt;br /&gt;[] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow. (IS NOT D:)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just tried to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm. (OMG, I never noticed!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sang them to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen. (Lmao, Peta, you're not the only one &gt;.&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit. (Sad but true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So far: 9/12 (Currently labeled retarded.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You have seen the Matrix/Star Wars and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire. (Le microwave.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So far: 11/16 (Yesh, less of a retard.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class. (Who wouldn't?)&lt;br /&gt;[] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you were talking about.  (All the time.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] People often shake their heads and walk away from you. (They don't shake their heads.)&lt;br /&gt;[] You are often told to use your "inside voice." (I personally don't like LOUD people that much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So far: 14/21 (YESH!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You use your fingers to do simple math. (I'm good in math so no :P)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have eaten a bug by accident. (I think so... I was sitting on the bed watching T.V. with my mouth open(?) and &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; flew in there and got swallowed =_=")&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important. (Another long night &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it. (When I was like 5 with a bathing suit---maybe that's why I don't wear them now; don't know if I learned how to put them on correctly...)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time. (It was on my face; e.g: glasses xD  and the toothpicks were on the table the whole time and I missed it somehow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So far: 18/26 (Lol, 50% retarded right now)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You re-post bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't. (Bulletins/Chains are GAY!---can't believe I &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; too.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You break/lose a lot of things. (Psh, that's what I get for being such a slob.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tilt you're head when you're confused. (Reminds me of the Maria from the manga &lt;b&gt;Devil and Her Love Song&lt;/b&gt; x]; I tilt my head because I LIKE to.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before. (Computer chair, it hurt like shit.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling. (I try to find pictures in the texture of my blankets :3)&lt;br /&gt;[x] The word "um" is used many times a day.  (I'm a teen, "um" is like "like")&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't know what "um" means.  (What DOES it mean?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.  (OMG as well.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You used a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin. (I'm not that good at math.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total: 26/35&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLY BY FOUR TO GET __%&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm beyond retarded because I ended up with &lt;b&gt;104%&lt;/b&gt; but if I did proportions it turned out around &lt;b&gt;74%&lt;/b&gt;.  I wasn't sure what they wanted xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/10d9sax.jpg" alt="" title="Made by Peter" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  Isn't this cool?!  Peta made it for his sister :O  It's so GODLY.  It's to bad he didn't share some of the Starburst with me TT_TT  I'm sure she'll love your present anyway ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2639366998963551365?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2639366998963551365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/find-out-if-youre-retard.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2639366998963551365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2639366998963551365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/find-out-if-youre-retard.html' title='Find Out if You&apos;re a Retard'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/10d9sax_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4122975964360863679</id><published>2008-12-17T22:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:51:24.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yarn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staircase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultra crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>The Binded Staircase</title><content type='html'>...And to think I was going to go to sleep &lt;i&gt;early&lt;/i&gt; for once.  Instead of &lt;s&gt;finishing&lt;/s&gt; starting biology homework, I'm doing this.&lt;p&gt;Today, I went to Ultra Crafts club and didn't really do much.  I &lt;u&gt;tried&lt;/u&gt; to cut and sew up some cloth to make clothes for my &lt;s&gt;voodoo transvestite Thomas&lt;/s&gt; doll but I ended up just cutting up the last piece of big cloth available =="  Anyways, Alyssa brought this really fluffy(?) soft yarn and kinda messed up her scarf.  During dismissal, she lent me it to help her redo the whole thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I had to redo the scarf, I had to undo all the stitches that had been done and string it into a ball.  While going down the stairs, I asked Thomas to pull the scarf while I start stringing.  This is when things started turning out bad...  Thomas, athletic as he is thought it was fun and ran the the flights and I couldn't keep up so I had to follow the trail of loose string.  When we made it to the first floor, somehow Courtney got the rest of the scarf and started going up the stairs so the loose string was tying up the whole staircases.  People were leaving and they're shocked and all but didn't bother to ask so they just left.  Courtney, the witnessed accomplice just left the scene of the crime and when I gathered up the yarn to finish rolling up the ball, there was still string everywhere---wtf.  It was concluded that somehow cut it and when I was complaining, cursing, and threatening people, this English(?)teacher was walking down the stairs and said she was the one who cut it (when I asked, "who the hell cut it?!"  It was so scary but she gave me back another piece of cut tangled string and left without much problems.  She was the supervisor for the Key Club and I've seen how mean she can be, I pass by her (and even once bumped into her &gt;_&lt;") when going to English class.  WHY THE FCK DID SHE HAVE TO CUT IT?!  IT WAS SUCH NICE YARN!  I'M SO SORRY ALYSSA TT-TT... (btw, there were three pieces altogether &gt;.&gt;; sorry if the knots make you're scarf look bad).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4122975964360863679?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4122975964360863679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/binded-staircase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4122975964360863679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4122975964360863679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/binded-staircase.html' title='The Binded Staircase'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-4430636125353818784</id><published>2008-12-12T23:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:03:40.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentation'/><title type='text'>School Play: Metamorphoses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I slept at like 2:30 am yesterday... the latest &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt; on a school night.  I was up most of the night after postponing finishing my biology essay and global project for five hours.  I wasn't doing nothing during those five hours though; there was some productive work such as scanning pictures from the National Geographic book for Karinina to put on the poster and (re)scanning the food labels for biology (Chinese style sausage nutrition facts are just so hard to get a clear scan of).  Then there's the whole editing part to enhance the quality of the images, reduce byte size, and crop to a smaller size (scans come out HUGE).  Anyway, I finished biology first...it took me at least two hours to finish the conclusion (which was all I really needed besides editing the other stuff).  I didn't have much time to add more to my part of the global report on Egypt (Geography and Origins was what I was doing) but somehow managed to compile a really crappy pointless paragraph to extend my part.  Our presentation for it today was long...over half the period but I think we did pretty good considering I've been told many students gave us a 9/10 for rating---I think it was the sucky-flavored "Egyptian" gum we gave out *BRIBE* (it was actually Trident Coconut Coolado or something).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English teacher was gonna give us extra credit if we went to watch; I'm not sure how he'll know since we don't have any proof but out tickets (and Molly lost hers...&gt;.&gt;")  Anyways, he'll at least accept the crappy Playbill right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't think of actually going to the school play until Rebecca and Molly told me they were going for the credit.  Somehow, I managed to gather $5 and since Courtney got the ticket for me, I stayed at the library before going out 9th to eat at McDonalds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate the McDonalds we went too... it was overcrowded and when I went to buy a snack wrap, I kept alternating between two lines.  It's just my luck that when I saw that the other line had less people, I go over and if I hadn't, I would've gotten my order already because my previous line was faster.  This happened a few times.  I see that the other line just finished an order, I go over.  A new customer takes my place at the previous line.  That customer orders before I do.  I go back...etc. etc.  When I finally stopped and decided to stick with one line, this guy who had major B.O., speech problem, and was probably a bit retarded, came next to me after I ordered.  The counter lady took his order which was a drink.  The employee got him a Coke and he starts saying he wanted orange juice.  She probably misunderstood because of the way he talked but he decided to take the Coke while counting out dimes, nickels, and pennies to pay.  This took a while and I was just standing there looking around, trying hard not to breathe unless I needed too.  When the lady went to get my order, she said something to the manager or something and gave me this look.  I have a feeling they were making fun of me; maybe how I must've looked as a reaction towards Levey (at least I think that's what the Coke guy's name was---he seemed intimate with the counter lady).  Overall, I had another bad McDonalds experience.  Just to make it clear, I had no problem with Levey except maybe his hygiene but I did want to complain to the manager about the long wait for my food and how the employee fulfilled Levey's order before my own.  Have they ever learned that you're supposed to serve food to people who ordered it first?!  The snack wrap wasn't as good as I expected (grilled chicken with Chipotle BBQ sauce).  The chicken was to small.  I preferred honey mustard crispy chicken... but I wanted to try something new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've noticed I've ranted a whole lot already so I'll keep the summary on the play at a minimum.  It was interesting actually, although full of incest.  I believe Metamorphoses was supposedly a compilation of myths, particularly Greek.  There the the one about the Golden Touch where the greedy king was granted the desire of turning anything he touched into gold but learned his lesson when he turned his daughter (WHO DOES NOT "BE STILL"---inside joke) into gold.  I thought the next story was rather creepy.  I couldn't really hear but this king was cursed by "Hunger" and couldn't stop eating.  He even sold his mother away for food!  In the end, there was no meat left for him to eat so he started devouring himself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot most of the other stories but there was one on the God of Spring (I think) fell for this female garden enthusiast.  The god dressed up as various characters who would pass by the maiden to exchange a few words.  His final disguise was of an old woman (the actor literally put on a blond wig and some sort of weird granny dress) and told the girl a story of Aphrodite...or something.  He was trying to convince her to desire a lover.  In conclusion, the girl was onto him and demanded he remove his guise.  He was "naked" (the actor was still wearing clothes) in the story and the maiden fell in love after looking at his bare body?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incest.  Oh how every disturbing.  A daughter falls in lover with her single(?) father and consults the nurse.  The nurse convinces the father to sleep with 'a girl that's in love with him' and when asked about age, 'the girl was the same age as his daughter'.  He agrees, apparently, but in order to make love with this stranger, he had to blindfold himself.  So the father has sex with his daughter two times consecutively.  Before the third time, he asks to take off his blindfold and accidentally does, discovering that he had been sleeping with his own daughter.  The daughter runs away into the forest and fades away or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other myth that contained incest wasn't as disturbing, rather I liked it.  Incest was between divine beings so it doesn't really matter =="  Cupid was in love with  Pysche who was his mother, Venus's sister.  It was quite funny how the actor for Cupid, wore a black shirt and shorts with a leaf prop dangling from his private area (Cupid was supposed to be naked).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-4430636125353818784?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/4430636125353818784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-play-metamorphoses-aka-golden.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4430636125353818784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/4430636125353818784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-play-metamorphoses-aka-golden.html' title='School Play: Metamorphoses'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-5690620608943498934</id><published>2008-12-11T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:12:28.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently: About to start and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; Global Project essay and Biology essay...&lt;p&gt;I just had to go on here and write something.  I need to calm down because I'm about to explode from anxiety.  As you've seen, I've got some major stuff to finish and yet; I'm just lazying around doing crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anime club sucks ass at the moment.  The teacher of the room we use has put some restrictions; such as not being allowed in until the advisor arrives (usually 15 minutes later).  Today, it took forever to get the anime up, and I wasn't very interested either.  It was &lt;b&gt;Rozen Maiden&lt;/b&gt;; I watched that like a few months ago.  Although the storyline was unique and wasn't that bad, I just wasn't very content with it probably because the plot was way to bizarre.  Anyways, we barely got through 1/3 of the episode before the bell rang and everyone had to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-5690620608943498934?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/5690620608943498934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently-about-to-start-and-finish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5690620608943498934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/5690620608943498934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently-about-to-start-and-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-357655391484199966</id><published>2008-12-10T18:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:28:24.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='report cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><title type='text'>2nd Marking Period</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I meant to post sooner but I keep forgetting and was distracted once I start so I never really finish writing what I wanted too...such as the story about my English substitute's puzzle that I could've gotten two movie tickets (of any choice) and a $20 gift card from, if I solved it, and then the unorganized day I had after that class...well anyways, today we got our report cards for the 2nd Marking Period which finished somewhere around the end of November.  Surprisingly, I didn't expect a high grade than last marking period (even it if was .34% higher).  I seriously thought I would fail and would &lt;i&gt;complain&lt;/i&gt; about failing quizzes and shit.  Having gotten good grades after all my complaining probably cause a few people to dislike me since they didn't get what they expected and didn't complain.  I've started to realize I'm more of a despicable person than I though I was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geometry          100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Global                   91 (raised 1 point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spanish II            95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phys. Ed.              90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio Lab                 97 (raised 6 points)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DDP                      95 (dropped 2 points)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English                 95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biology                 93 (raised 1 point)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So basically, if I didn't have 6 more points in Bio Lab, I would've gotten the same average as last quarter xD  Total Average: 96.45%... I don't plan on keeping that for long TT-TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-357655391484199966?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/357655391484199966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/2nd-marking-period.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/357655391484199966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/357655391484199966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/2nd-marking-period.html' title='2nd Marking Period'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-8231203245673370458</id><published>2008-12-04T22:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:14:01.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><title type='text'>New Layout--err, Template?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I would just like to say:  I'm dead.  I know it's getting pretty old but because I just spent the last 5-6 hours finishing up this layout, I didn't start homework :[  I just hope that when I look into my agenda, there will be very little homework that needs to be done...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please do comment on this layout :]  I know it's really plain and I used original Photoshop patterns for everything xD  I accept &lt;b&gt;constructive criticism&lt;/b&gt; not &lt;i&gt;flaming&lt;/i&gt;  (that includes insults Alyssa!) &gt;.&gt;  I don't think I should be criticized non-constructively since I did just give up all my time coding this dam thing.  I wanted to make one of these one column layouts at least once!  I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://miychi.onigiri.nu/" target="_blank"&gt;Miychi's&lt;/a&gt; new layout.  I admit I did take and customized some of her ideas (such as the bottom links) so I think I need to give proper credit (even if she will never find this blog :3).  Dang, Blogger layouts are so long...  I had to figure out the widgets' elements and stuff in order to style them.  The "Archive" looks hideous.  I tried to make it look more organized by fixing the margins and padding but it just won't listen so I gave up cause it was wasting my time &gt;.&gt;  I don't think I'm going to make another layout for a year or so...&lt;/p&gt;New layout means new music as well---usually.  I know the volume is not adjustable but I'll fix it another day =="  I LOVE ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION!!! :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-8231203245673370458?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/8231203245673370458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-layout-err-template.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8231203245673370458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/8231203245673370458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-layout-err-template.html' title='New Layout--err, Template?'/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244932932055716149.post-2789941805662879615</id><published>2008-12-02T20:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:26:46.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was designing my new template for this blog and forgot about homework.  Oh shit.  Well, I think all that I need done now is coding and if that works out, you'll be seeing a lot of green @_@  It's extremely plain besides the fact I wasted like 2 hours working on the simple ugly header.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244932932055716149-2789941805662879615?l=limitlessq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/feeds/2789941805662879615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-designing-my-new-template-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2789941805662879615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244932932055716149/posts/default/2789941805662879615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitlessq.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-designing-my-new-template-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSmyYoUUD5g/SSjvw8C_ifI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UFfClrFPt9M/S220/Onion-san.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
